You may be feeling a little afraid as you approach the house,  you can see something swinging gently from the porch, as you come closer you can see it is a skeleton, it must have been there a long time, as there is no trace of hair, clothes or even dried flesh.  Glancing up to the attic window, where your quarry lies, you can see bats flitting in and out of a broken pane up there.  As you walk through the front door, stepping over the moulding pumpkins placed there last year by some daring teenagers, the floorboards creek as you open the door with the broken window pan.,

Inside you notice the air of neglect and a strange musty smell,  You notice the ripped wallpaper in the front room, and out of the corner of your eye you see a headless man (with his head under his arm) is sat in a chair in the corner, (is he really there??) if you creep in quietly he may not notice you !!

You creep into the kitchen and gasp as you see the blood spatters on the wall and the handprints half way up.
Thinking that you really don't want to be here, but your life depends on what you may find in the attic, again going back into the first room, keeping an eye on the headless man in the corner (he still hasn't noticed you!), You take the stairs, although they are really more like ladders, you can imagine how someone could easily have met their death trying to negotiate this stairway.

Once you are at the top, holding on to the rails for dear life, your heart skips a beat as you notice a dusty cobwebbed coffin, and some scarily large spiders scuttle off into the darkness in the corners of the room. You can see on the far wall, strange moving shapes, gliding up from the floor and out of the top of the roof, hurrying now as you are sure you saw some movement coming from within the half open coffin (could it be another one of those spiders you saw or something more sinister?).

You slip into the attic room, the room you could see from the ground when you first arrived and the room where the thing you are seeking can hopefully be found. It smells fusty in here, with a rank unrecognizable smell, the bats are still flitting in and out and the rustling of their wings as they settle, is very disturbing, one or two fly a little too close for comfort.
In the dim light, of the half moon shining through the broken window, you can see some abandoned junk, some long dead child’s go-cart, old carpets and books and a carpet bag covered in dust and bat droppings.
You reach for the bag, and hope, beyond hope that your search is at an end,  you release clouds of dust, which finds its way into your eyes and lungs, coughing and tearful, you turn as you see something move out of the corner of your eye, it is a white cloud with eyes and a sneering mouth floating towards you.

You stifle a scream as this apparition comes towards you and envelopes its self around you, you are now finding it harder to breathe than when you inhaled the dust, and panicking now, your trophy forgotten in your fear, you stagger out of the attic room, only for your heart to be gripped by a fear more terrible than any you have ever known.
You hear the scrapping of wood against wood and an eerie creaking, you turn to look towards the coffin and seeing bony fingers curl around the edge of the coffin, you twist towards the stairs, desperate to get out of this depraved place, your foot finds the first step, but as you go down, you see crawling towards you a disembodied hand, you lose your footing and screaming now, fall the entire length of the stairs, twisted and broken at the foot of the stairwell, while your earthly body rots away, spiders come to feast and your spirit is unfortunately destined to spend eternity searching for a precious lost treasure.