To describe an old attic room.

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To describe an old attic room.

An uneasy feeling ran through my veins. Lying down upon the soft duvet, various thoughts took over my feet. The deadly silence pierced my ears. Suddenly I found myself at the front of the Victorian bay windows. Rays of light beamed thought the multicoloured leaf shaped windows, creating patterns in the deadly air. The moon was as bright as a flaming touch. The stars shone brightly in the velvet sky, which created a shadow upon the marshes. The biter cold embraced my pale face and caused my ghostly breath to float within the air.

Suddenly I found myself at the steps of a snake stairs case. A foreboding feeling filled the air. The ancient oak floor-boards created, as I walked towards the dusty attic door, as I slowly turned the rusty-bronze latch, a majestic feeling took over me.

The door swung open and a gaze of light hit my eyes. Old photographs that were on the table that had turned yellow, they were pictures of young children playing there faces look pale and had big smiles on there faces as if they were having lots of fun. Damp