Riccarton House

Riccarton House WALT: write a descriptive piece of writting

I love coming out at night, watching them sleep

until dawn. I am a ghost, I’ve been in this fancy house since it was built.  I watch over the humans that live here. When they shout, yell, scream it hurts my ears. Suddenly this lady named  Jane Deans recently died in her room. Not long after I went to investigate why this human died, but I couldn't find anything. I glided down stairs and at the bottom a group of people were doing some sort of funeral. I’ve been a ghost all my life, I’d never been a human before. I wonder what's it’s like. I look outside there was a man digging a hole I think it’s Jane Dean’s son. But sadly Jane Deans husband died before her death by a chest infection at the age of 34. Before Jane died she went into her sons room and told him that she loved listening to him play his violin. So when they took the coffin the hole he played a song on his violin. Not long after the funeral came to an end. I glided inside through the open wooden door. I glided inside  and saw moose and deer heads on the wall the moose's eyes were as brown as dirt and it antlers were as white as paper and as curvy as a vine. Its head was as big as my hand and its eyes stared at me like it could see everything I did. Suddenly I hear a huge “BANG” Up stairs...