Memoirs !!!!

  He stood gazing at the dilapidated house. A big "No Trespassing" signboard hung on the old, rusted gate.   The cold air enveloped his entire body. He gathered his courage and began walking towards the old house, hoping for shelter and food. He had been lost in the woods for two days now and was tired, exhausted, petrified, and pale. The walkway leading up to the house was cracked. Weeds and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Red roses grow wildly in thick batches by the gate. The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. The vines formed a twisted maze on the side of the house, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The house's walls had decayed from years of  neglect. Patches of original paint hinted at the house's former prosperity. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, with tiny black spiders threading toward their prey.  The door begrudgingly creaked open. A musty, dank smell crept into his nose. The house was eerily silent except for the interm