Check my creative riting about the childhood house please

I had a chance to visit a blue-shabby house that I used to living when I was very young. It was dawn, going to get dark soon. The stars were shining bright like a blue diamond boiling in the sea. Every pace into the house was a reminiscent of childhood. I turned myself in a twist to the left hand side. There was an old kitchen. The brown-rusty wallpaper is clinging against the wall, falling in a swift which gave me a fright. The raucous noise it made, would latch into my soul and send loads of creeps into my heart, calling for gods from sapphire-blue heaven. That frighten noise made the night even worse even a grim have to run in a swift. The waft of smoke went through my nostrils, giving me a sneeze because of that unpleasant coil-burned smell from the smoke. I saw a pink-ornament candy, laying on the floor as if it waiting for someone to eat it. I grabbed it and licked it. The taste was sublime that a pie made by a top-notch Persian chef have to give up, buried and perished itself underground. It was the most gorgeous candy I've ever tasted in my whole life.