The Tattered Wood Floors

The house was cold and aging. There were holes in the roof with snow falling though. The whole house was creaky, the walls covered in old chipping paint, and the tattered wood floors were wore and cracking. This house was small, but a home to a large family. There were only three bedrooms where five children had to sleep, along with Elsie’s mother and father. Elsie’s bed room was on the second floor of the house. There was a long stair case going down to the kitchen that Elsie had to walk down every day. Elsie was a small but brave young girl. She had hair as dark as the night and a Snow White like complexion. She was the youngest of her siblings, although she was very responsible and kind.

Every morning Elsie would walk down the rickety stairs from her bedroom into the kitchen. One morning the usual walk was quite unusual. She walked towards the stairs slowly and carefully. She stepped on the first step and continued down. The noise of the old stair case was not sounding the same as it had every morning. So, she stopped to look around and see if there was anyone around. Some one maybe walking thought the kitchen or upstairs. When Elsie stopped the foot steps continued. She had been right about her steps sounding very odd. “Hello, is anyone around?” Elsie shouted frantically. The foot steps continued and grew louder. She wanted to be at the end of the stair case more than anything now, she leaped to the end. When she landed very loudly and tumbled to the floor, then the foot steps stopped.

The courage that this young girl had came out. She did not want to think about the terrifying experience she just had. So, she continued into the kitchen. Nothing unusual appeared to be going on, so Elsie was calming down. She went into the cupboard to get a cup and there were the bowls. The dishes had moved themselves from one cupboard to another. This was the last straw. Elsie sped out of the house, tripping over her own feet and tipping down the stairs. She got up kept running, she went down the road and through the thick bush that surrounded her secluded yard. No one seen her for the rest of the day. Her family began searching and soon people all over the community searched. The mystery was never solved, and she was never seen again.

A mistake I commonly make is using too many commas.
Something I do fairly good is describe the setting and characters