“Creak” the stairs groaned under the combined weight of me and Joe. I felt scared, but I knew that it was silly, no one had been in this house for years and years I told myself as we went upstairs. Then just as we had reached the top of the stairs we smelt something that smelt like something had been cooking for years and was now really burnt. We were nervous as we turned the corner to see a stove with the black remains of food on it. I looked around and saw a person asleep or dead in an armchair. We bolted out and ran towards the river and the pink trees.