My Scream Art and Writing

SCREAM

Once in a dark gloomy forest I was strolling down the muddy yellow brick path when I came upon  what looked like an old haunted cottage. The dirty old thing was so old it
was falling apart and the roof was sloping downwards facing the ground. The windows were all boarded up and the door was stuck on the wet blood stained deck. I had to push my foot against the door to get it open. I SCREAMED!