The Abandoned House

His heart beating furiously, miles sneaked through the undergrowth till he
could make out the deserted old mansion in front of him.
He Crept silently onto the porch and pushes the heavy oak door, hearing the
hinges groan as it slowly opened.
He stepped cautiously into the dark hallway, and gazed around at the
portraits of long dead people starting blankly at him from the walls.
He made his way to the foot of staircase and nervously began to climb the
creaking stairs. His hands were sweating as he gripped the dusty banister to
steady his flattering steps.

Suddenly Miles felt a draft and there, looming threateningly before him, was a
monster unlike anything he had ever seen before.
Its deathly white face was completely surrounded by a mane of matted hair,
its eyes glowed with ghastly red glare, and from its face came an expression of
pure evil.
For a brief moment Miles was completely transfixed. Then, as he tried to run,
the hideous creature flung itself at him and grabbed him viciously around the
throat.
As Miles struggled desperately to escape its clutching talons, he heard the
creature give gruesome laugh. With all his strength, Miles wrenched his body
free and ran from the horrifying fiend.
Through the door and across the porch Miles flew, his breath catching
painfully in his dry throat. Back through the bushes and out onto the road
until the spied the welcoming lights of his own home gleaming in the cold night
air.
Then he stopped and peered uncertainly back through the gloom. What was
that? What exactly had seen? Would he ever know for sure?