Creative Writing - Setting

The house was ancient with peeling gray paint. The garden was a tangle of weeds, brown and dead. The iron gate was intact with lots of rust and some more dead plants crawling up it. There were dark shadows on the porch and cobwebs in the porch lights. A swing that a young couple had probably once sat on was barley hanging on with one rusty chain and the bench itself moldy and grimy. The trees danced menacingly in the wind and blocked the sun from the house.