Her Mind Was Lost. I Was Trapped...

The first 200 words of this essay...

The midnight chimes broke the night's silence. The dewy, ice cold atmosphere drifted in the surroundings. A man had approached the stranded house. It was desolate in the middle of nowhere. Why was he here? What was he doing here? All was to be revealed within the next few minutes ...

He kicked the door open; a brush of heat swept passed him. It was dark - the figure chose the right time. He slowly climbed the stairs one by one. The shadow's finger was agitated as he clenched hold of his dagger. He revealed an evil smirk, as if something was to be plotted. What was to be plotted? Why? All these questions were being thrown at a girl who was just petrified by the man's coming. The girl knew the man; however she was too scared to make a noise. As the figure climbed the flight of stairs, he stormed his way to an abandoned room. Why was he going there? He grabbed hold of the door-knob and twisted it. Creak. It was dark - darker than the midnight sky. However the man heard someone whining. It was from that very room. The man glanced from right