Saturday 10 November 2018

Julia -…I wondered what was behind the door…


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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