Knock Knock

10th grade
The assignment was to write a story and focus on a setting. I believe it was the first creative writing assignment for that



Knock Knock
Daniel Mauleón

In the small town of Glenmorewood on top of a hill stood a mansion. The people of the town rarely spoke of it and its inhabitants. It was surrounded by a black fence that was wrapped in weeds and vines that had not been trimmed in years. The was only one way there and one way out, and that was an old cobblestone road. On the days where the sun would shine in Glenmorewood a few clouds would always loom over the mansion.
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“Your turn, truth or dare?” asked Ryan. Ted hesitated to answer and in the end chose dare.
“Ok let me see,” Ryan said thinking of a dare. His mind was drawing blanks when he looked out the window and glimpsed the mansion. Then with a grin on his face he said ” knock on the door of the mansion.” All the kids in the room shuddered and Ted near pissed his pants. Some of the kids objected the idea and told Ted he didn’t need to go through with it. Even Ryan regretted giving him the dare. “ Ok,” Ted said gulping “, I will do it, can’t be too bad.”
The group of kids left the house and walked to where the paved road met the cobblestone one. A few kids said their goodbyes and Ted began his trek up the hill. The higher he climbed the colder it got and soon he had wished he had brought his sweater. The green grass along the road began wither and soon only dirt lined the road. The sound of Ted’s friends cheering him soon faded and only the sound of his feet could be heard. Before he knew it he had reached the gate in the fence and pushed it open. They creaked louder then anything he heard before. He was now only about three yards from the door of the mansion. Upon walking through the gates the temperature dropped more than it had before and he was rubbing his hands together for heat. The air up here was foggy and you could feel it as you moved around. A few trees stood at the edges of the mansion and they had not bloomed in years . Some birds perched in them and stared at Ted following him, like security cameras. Now only a feet from the stairs that led to the porch Ted finally got a feeling for the size of the mansion. It stood about three stories high. The shingles on the roof had mostly fallen to the ground and where they used to lay was rotten wood. The house was lined with windows too dirty to see inside. The paint on the house had faded from blue to a depressing shade of gray.
Ted walked onto the porch and one of the floorboards he stepped on cracked causing him to trip and land right in front of the door. He stood up holding his head and looked at the door in front of him. He raised an arm.

Knock Knock.