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Creative writing As I approached the old rusty gates I could feel my heart beating in my chest as though it wanted to get out. My body was shaking and my muscles pulled tight. I pushed open the gates with all my strength and they made a high pitched creak. I started to panic; I could hear a howl in the distance which sent a chill down my spine and my heart now started thumping. My hands started to shake and my palms were sweating. The cold bitter wind brushed against my face and my eyes started to water. I walked towards the intimidating house avoiding the graves which lurked up at me. ...read more.


As I looked around; I was speechless. I did not expect this at all. I started to walk towards some elegant and exquisitely crafted spiral stairs. I stared to fell curious to where they led to. I slowly climbed them as they creaked, the higher I got the louder they creaked; it was as if they were screaming with pain. I finally reached the top and my legs were aching with tiredness. In front of me stood a corridor which led to many doors. I approached the door nearest to me and to my surprise it was locked. As I turned the handle of the door the lights turned off and I started to feel scared again. ...read more.


I could just make out the big pine doors. The lights started turning on and off and the writing on the wall kept appearing, which repeated the same words "get out". I reached the door with my arms outstretched as far as they would go, I moved my hands around vigorously to try and find the handle. I quickly had found it but it was locked, I then turned to face the stairs and a black figure was hurtling towards me. I had never been so scared; adrenaline was pumping around my body. The light kept flickering on and off so I couldn't make out how far away it was. I started shaking and I knelt down to try and conceal myself from the black figure but it was no good; it got closer and closer and then.............. ...read more.

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