The Old Lighthouse

In front of me, I saw a spooky house. The house was behind a black wooden gate, that was guarding the house. There were tall rustling trees, as tall as giants. The sea was cold, with icicles hanging on the side, dangling down like silver vines. The sky was as dark as a wardrobe with no lights. The house was white and it was connected to an old deserted lighthouse. When I was staring at the sea, the waves crashed right into me. The raging sea was roaring like lions.