The Unwanted House was dark and tall.
The Unwanted House was leaning against a
chilling sight of a bleeding tree.
Although the tree was hollow, but I wanted to run away but I couldn’t.
I felt like I couldn't swallow the fear.
But then the Unwanted House stunk so bad it smelt like rotting flesh, that tears fell down my cheeks. I knew that the Unwanted House was broken inside and outside.
So I made this title The Unwanted House because it sounds like The Fall House Of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe.