Whilst the wind whistled fiercely, I grabbed
my torch, hoping nothing would attack me. I turned around, acting like a
coward, but nothing was there. Only my wardrobe. Could the creaking
noise be from there? It couldn’t be. I looked out of the window,
my torch reflecting off it, and saw trees dancing insanely like
mad men in an asylum.
The door had opened a few inches. I fell to the
ground, looked at the door and jumped into my
bed. Footsteps were heard from outside my door. I listened
carefully and looked once more. I wondered what was behind the
door. It crawled inside...
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