Horror At The Haunted House (2002) - Plot & Excerpts
“I’ve driven past the Clayton property dozens of times,” Grandma said. “I never thought I’d be on this side of the iron gates.” The long, curving driveway wound past a fountain. Water sprayed ten feet into the air while a sculpted cherub danced in the mist. Flower beds overflowed with gold and rust chrysanthemums; ducks and geese swam lazily on a pond. “It’s like a park,” said Ellen. “Forty acres,” said Grandma. “There’s the house!” yelled Corey. Grandma parked the car and they all gazed at the mansion. As Ellen looked at turrets, gables, and several different kinds of chimneys, she felt a quick pang of apprehension. Clayton House seemed grim and unapproachable. “It will be a perfect haunted house,” said Grandma. A porch with fancy pillars wrapped itself around the front of the house and a matching porch hugged the left side of the second story. A small balcony with an ornate wrought-iron railing extended from an upper room on the right side. Grandma said, “Either the architect had a restless imagination, or else the house was designed by committee.
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