Horror Story

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Rassel M Akthar        

Horror Story Essay

Slowly the Door Creaked open…

Slowly the door creaked open, sweat rushed down the side of my face. It was pitch black at midnight and the rain was flooding down like water ascending from an overflowing swimming pool. I covered my head with a booklet of Newspaper. As I looked around the smell of animal extracts and a mixture of other leftovers used hundreds of years ago made contact with my nose. Mysterious sounds of squeakiness sounded like a blown up frequency meter as it vibrated through my ear drum. It felt like I was about to walk through the doors of hell.

        The door to the abandoned hotel was standing in front of me. A broken rotted piece of wood was hanging on a rusted piece of chain over the entrance with one side tilted down. Sweat was still rushing down my red hot face as I decided to make my way into the hotel. Slowly, I extended my hands towards the cracked door, and wrapped my shaking hands around the rusted metal door knob, which felt as cold as an over frozen ice cube. As the door slowly creaked open, a long cold chill followed down my spine, like having a cold shower on a freezing winter’s night. Immediately a sinister scream of fear yelped through my ear. This alerted me that something sinister was around. In front of me, was a long dark passage way, candles were slightly appearing as the moon light traveled through the passageway.

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        My right foot made a step into the slippery tile which had a blanket of dust settled on it. I noticed a trail of foot marks printed on the dust leading to the abandoned door. Nine doors where outstanding on each side, each one sealed with cob webs, my legs slowly accelerated as the dust was blowing away, it felt as damp as a piece of wood softening in the rain. My feet was digging into the wooden floor as I stumbled my self difficultly through the darkness, suddenly I felt a tap on my back. I stopped. Looked backwards, ...

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