please mark my eduqas creative writing story or just read it

As I approached my grandmother's weathered cottage, a sense of anticipation mingled with trepidation. With trembling fingers, I inserted the key into the rusty lock, struggling against its stubborn resistance. Memories of missed opportunities flooded my mind, each unfulfilled visit now a regret etched into my conscience.
I couldn't help but remember the warmth of my grandmother's embrace, the gentle touch of her wrinkled hands as she guided me through her garden. It was a moment frozen in time, a cherished memory that now seemed like a distant dream.
Finally, with a satisfying click, the door swung open, revealing the dimly lit interior. The musty scent of old books and faded photographs filled the air, triggering a flood of nostalgia tinged with sorrow.
Embarking on the sombre task of sorting through my grandmother's belongings, I unearthed fragments of her past scattered amidst forgotten treasures. Each item held a story, a whisper of bygone days begging to be heard.
In the attic's shadowy recesses, I stumbled upon a neglected chest concealed beneath layers of dust and neglect. Intrigued, I brushed away the cobwebs, revealing a treasure trove of secrets hidden within.
Nestled among moth-eaten shawls and yellowed letters, I discovered a weathered journal. Its pages, yellowed with age, beckoned me into a world shrouded in mystery and intrigue.
As I pored over the journal's entries, I sensed a palpable tension building with each turn of the page. Veiled references and cryptic messages hinted at a past fraught with secrets and deception.
But it was not until I reached the final pages that the truth began to unravel before me—a truth too ghastly to comprehend, too horrifying to bear.
Among the journal's entries lay a photograph—a portrait of my grandmother standing beside a stern-faced man. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the infamous visage of Adolf Hitler himself.
The revelation sent shockwaves through my being, casting a sinister pall over the memories I held dear. How could the woman I had known and loved be linked to such darkness, such unspeakable evil?
Closing the journal, I was consumed by a maelstrom of emotions—anger, disbelief, and a profound sense of betrayal. How could I reconcile the image of the beloved grandmother I thought I knew with the chilling revelations laid bare before me?
Descending from the attic, I carried the weight of the secret like a burden upon my soul. With each step, the echoes of the past reverberated through the corridors of my mind, haunting me with their unanswered questions.
As I emerged into the fading light of day, I knew that my journey had only just begun. Armed with newfound knowledge and a determination to uncover the truth, I embarked on a quest to unravel the tangled web of lies that had ensnared my family for generations.
With each revelation, I drew closer to the heart of the mystery, confronting the shadows of the past with courage and resolve. For in the pursuit of truth lies the path to redemption, and I vowed to uncover the secrets buried within my grandmother's legacy, no matter the cost.

omg - this masterpiece is legit so amazing, bro you r getting a 9, trust me.
You can check the mark scheme - your vocab, sentence structure, originality, everything is top notch perfect👌

Thanks but do you actually think it's grade 9 level

As I approached my grandmother's weathered cottage, a sense of anticipation mingled with trepidation. With trembling fingers, I inserted the key into the rusty lock, struggling against its stubborn resistance. Memories of missed opportunities flooded my mind, each unfulfilled visit now a regret etched into my conscience.
I couldn't help but remember the warmth of my grandmother's embrace, the gentle touch of her wrinkled hands as she guided me through her garden. It was a moment frozen in time, a cherished memory that now seemed like a distant dream.
Finally, with a satisfying click, the door swung open, revealing the dimly lit interior. The musty scent of old books and faded photographs filled the air, triggering a flood of nostalgia tinged with sorrow.
Embarking on the sombre task of sorting through my grandmother's belongings, I unearthed fragments of her past scattered amidst forgotten treasures. Each item held a story, a whisper of bygone days begging to be heard.
In the attic's shadowy recesses, I stumbled upon a neglected chest concealed beneath layers of dust and neglect. Intrigued, I brushed away the cobwebs, revealing a treasure trove of secrets hidden within.
Nestled among moth-eaten shawls and yellowed letters, I discovered a weathered journal. Its pages, yellowed with age, beckoned me into a world shrouded in mystery and intrigue.
As I pored over the journal's entries, I sensed a palpable tension building with each turn of the page. Veiled references and cryptic messages hinted at a past fraught with secrets and deception.
But it was not until I reached the final pages that the truth began to unravel before me—a truth too ghastly to comprehend, too horrifying to bear.
Among the journal's entries lay a photograph—a portrait of my grandmother standing beside a stern-faced man. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the infamous visage of Adolf Hitler himself.
The revelation sent shockwaves through my being, casting a sinister pall over the memories I held dear. How could the woman I had known and loved be linked to such darkness, such unspeakable evil?
Closing the journal, I was consumed by a maelstrom of emotions—anger, disbelief, and a profound sense of betrayal. How could I reconcile the image of the beloved grandmother I thought I knew with the chilling revelations laid bare before me?
Descending from the attic, I carried the weight of the secret like a burden upon my soul. With each step, the echoes of the past reverberated through the corridors of my mind, haunting me with their unanswered questions.
As I emerged into the fading light of day, I knew that my journey had only just begun. Armed with newfound knowledge and a determination to uncover the truth, I embarked on a quest to unravel the tangled web of lies that had ensnared my family for generations.
With each revelation, I drew closer to the heart of the mystery, confronting the shadows of the past with courage and resolve. For in the pursuit of truth lies the path to redemption, and I vowed to uncover the secrets buried within my grandmother's legacy, no matter the cost.

Definitely! - The only way you could improve is by giving your story a structure e.g a cyclical structure like these 2 examples:
E.g 1:
Beginning:
Destruction. Devastation. Death
End:
Destruction was everywhere. Devastation was all around me. And death - was inevitable.
You can pick any 3 words that suit with the context of your story - I just gave a random example.
E.g 2: (This example applies to your story more)
Beginning:
Crimson. Indigo. Violet.
My grandmother's cottage had always seemed like a kaleidoscope of colours with its alluring tulips and posies at the porch, the ivy intertwining the windows, all under the Midas-kissed sun. And when God decided to rip open the clouds and pour holy water over the city of Frankfurt, droplets of rain adorned the windows of the beguiling cottage like fragments of diamonds on the finest cerulean Indian silk.
But I had yet to uncover the darkness that lied beneath the iridescent hues...
Ending:
Distress enveloped me like darkness as the truth hit me.
Black...
Also maybe you could add more similes, metaphors and foreshadowing like 'But I had yet to uncover the darkness that lied beneath the iridescent hues... '
Hope that helps 🙂

damn this is defo 9 worthy, i got a 9 and i wrote terribly compared to this 🫨

Thanks for the feedback