An empty house is what they would call it.
You came into the house, you would see nothing pleasant.
Only the mold forming from the mess.
The house was slowly filling with termites eating up the walls.
The smell of death has overcome the house.

You could hear the sound footsteps behind you as you walked up the stairs.
You could only help but wonder if you would fall to your death.
For the stairs were so high, you could miss one & you’d die.

The house was not a house anymore.
It was vacant, it had no more memories.
No voices, it was empty.
The only thing left was for it to be destroyed.