Jerald entered the sketchy looking abandoned house. All that he could smell was mould that covered the wallpaper barley hanging on. He touched the windows, his fingers covered in dust, he walked over to the damaged filled furniture that he had seen earlier. He heard a scream but he decided to ignore it. He walked a bit backwards and and ended up touching something bumpy he turned around immediately. Nothing. Jerald opened his eyes and to his surprise he was in his bed. He realised that it was just a nightmare and went to sleep with his parents.