It Keeps You In

Alone in the woods, stood a lonely brittle house pulling me in with it's mysterious vibe. Chills ran down my spine creating goosebumps on my pale skin,  rising the hairs on my arms and neck. The trees around me began to rustle dropping the excess  leaves creating new piles that I could later jump in. My eyes slanted searching  the premises for movement beginning to pace myself slowly to the house. Leaves crunched beneath my feet each time I stepped  my eyes tracing every part of the house from outside, the shattered windows, the peeled paint, and cracked roof, all the way to the front door. I stood on the front step in complete silence my rattling  hand on the aging Victorian door nob slowly turning it clockwise. Stepping slowly into the cold house my goosebumps returning to my arms. Halfway through the house I began to feel like someone was watching.me. Gushes of wind from the brisk winter day caught the worn brittle door, slamming it shut.