The Abandoned House

An abandoned house, an overgrown garden and the active imaginations of children. A spooky tale for Halloween.

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An abandoned house sits behind rusted gates, broken glass and shuttered windows, set in an overgrown garden.
A house sat behind an old flint wall Abandoned, haunted? If I recall, A perfect place for a Halloween dare. Knock the door then run quite fast back down the old worn garden path. Read more (below) for the rest of the story......if you dare.
  • The Abandoned House
  • Bushy Ruff
  • Dover
  • Kent UK.

Peeping above an old flint wall, pretending to look for a missing ball. A wall of glinting stones. Or were they bones? Broken and knobbly, of things unknown. Stepping through the wrought iron gate Roughened, with old peeling paint. A gate stuck wide with crumbling rust. Or was it blood? Dried to a thick red crust.

Gingerly, making our way up the path, pretending to look for a ball, with a laugh. Passing overgrown beds of dead flower heads and brambles that scratched our spindly legs. Ivy trailing over the porch floor, steps up to a green wooden door, a knocker of a bear’s head. A notice read “Beware. Knock Me if You Dare.”

Of course, we dared. One bang each. Bang. Bang. Laughing, exhilarated we turned and ran, tripped by brambles or were they bony hands? Grasping our feet as we ran in retreat. Down a path that twisted and snaked, our legs turned to jelly, dread in our belly. Dead flower heads nodding, or were they skulls? Jaws hung open. Whispering, Wait……Wait… As we ran towards the open gate.

Stopped in our tracks by a thunderous groan. Turning, nowhere to hide, the door of the house, now open wide. Silently a ball rolled down the steps. Is this what you came for? Come and collect. Of course, we didn’t. We screamed and fled.