The Mystery House

I had finally calmed down and put my hand on the rusty, old knob. I pushed open the door away from me. The old, mahogany wooden door opened and the hinges made a loud squeaky noise. It looked like nobody had touched that door in years. The old and suffocating air had entered my lungs and I began coughing. I stumbled in the deserted room; it was very quiet and reminded me of an old …

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