Okay thinking of Schreiben a new story heres a little bit.
The winding, overgrown path lies before me. I'd always been good with horror Filme but this was too much. Stupid car breaking down in a place like this. Why did this house have to be the first one I came to. My first step triggered something. As my foot landed on the hard gravel with a soft thud, it all started. Suddenly the wind picked up and turned into a blowing gale, throwint the leaves into a swirl around me. My vision became blurred making the mossy ground before me disappear. The trees, hung low at an akward angle as if held there Von an invisible rope, were creaking around me, my eyes watering painfully. I had two options, turn back oder carry on. I took the crazy one. With one Mehr step it all cleared.
I was halfway up Von now. I didn't know it but soon my life would become a horror movie of it's own. Everything quickened. A jaw droppingly high scream turned slowly into the howling wind. Painfully high in my ears. The tombstone beside me creaked like the footfall on a loose floorboard. It carried on. With every waking moment it got louder, with it came an odd dust surrounding me up to my knees, making my legs disappear. There was another scream. It took me a while to figure out it was my own. I carried on towards the house, this time much quicker. Why was I doing this?
Walking up the old. rickety steps, myseriously crooked like a Wand picture in a deserted house. Now that I was close I could see that the whole house was crooked. I was scared that one Mehr blow of the wind and it would topple over. I was even Mehr scared now, that I was this close, to be able to see the house looming out of the darkness at me. This type of feeling didn't have a name. It was unusual. There was a package on the dorrstep. This package was too clean, too new for this place. It waqs out of place, made me feel that way too. Out of place like a needle in a haystack. There had been life here. Poor Tom the old village postman had had to get all the way up here to deliver the package. If he could do it so could I. I felt a sudden burst of confidence.
This newly found confidence didn't last very long. The only thing that stood between me and going Home was the old, bedraggled door in front of me. I raised my hand to knock on the door but as I did so, it creaked slowly open. The scream built up in my throat. For a teilt, split second, I was sure there was a light on, until suddenly it flicked off. This all happened quickly, but not quick enough for me not to see the grotesque face glaring with blank staring eyes from the gloom. The eyes were the only thing I could see ion the darkness, like two headlights in the nght. As the wind blew the door, it banged into the Wand behind it. Light spilled into the room, illuminating Tom, laying ghostly white on the pannelled floor. I ran quickly. As I ran, the path beneath my feet turned suddenly slippery and winding, as if a giant snake had just errupted from the door. I couldn't breathe. The end was coming, nobody got out of this place alive.
"Bella?"
I screamed.
Kommentar below tell me what Du think.
The winding, overgrown path lies before me. I'd always been good with horror Filme but this was too much. Stupid car breaking down in a place like this. Why did this house have to be the first one I came to. My first step triggered something. As my foot landed on the hard gravel with a soft thud, it all started. Suddenly the wind picked up and turned into a blowing gale, throwint the leaves into a swirl around me. My vision became blurred making the mossy ground before me disappear. The trees, hung low at an akward angle as if held there Von an invisible rope, were creaking around me, my eyes watering painfully. I had two options, turn back oder carry on. I took the crazy one. With one Mehr step it all cleared.
I was halfway up Von now. I didn't know it but soon my life would become a horror movie of it's own. Everything quickened. A jaw droppingly high scream turned slowly into the howling wind. Painfully high in my ears. The tombstone beside me creaked like the footfall on a loose floorboard. It carried on. With every waking moment it got louder, with it came an odd dust surrounding me up to my knees, making my legs disappear. There was another scream. It took me a while to figure out it was my own. I carried on towards the house, this time much quicker. Why was I doing this?
Walking up the old. rickety steps, myseriously crooked like a Wand picture in a deserted house. Now that I was close I could see that the whole house was crooked. I was scared that one Mehr blow of the wind and it would topple over. I was even Mehr scared now, that I was this close, to be able to see the house looming out of the darkness at me. This type of feeling didn't have a name. It was unusual. There was a package on the dorrstep. This package was too clean, too new for this place. It waqs out of place, made me feel that way too. Out of place like a needle in a haystack. There had been life here. Poor Tom the old village postman had had to get all the way up here to deliver the package. If he could do it so could I. I felt a sudden burst of confidence.
This newly found confidence didn't last very long. The only thing that stood between me and going Home was the old, bedraggled door in front of me. I raised my hand to knock on the door but as I did so, it creaked slowly open. The scream built up in my throat. For a teilt, split second, I was sure there was a light on, until suddenly it flicked off. This all happened quickly, but not quick enough for me not to see the grotesque face glaring with blank staring eyes from the gloom. The eyes were the only thing I could see ion the darkness, like two headlights in the nght. As the wind blew the door, it banged into the Wand behind it. Light spilled into the room, illuminating Tom, laying ghostly white on the pannelled floor. I ran quickly. As I ran, the path beneath my feet turned suddenly slippery and winding, as if a giant snake had just errupted from the door. I couldn't breathe. The end was coming, nobody got out of this place alive.
"Bella?"
I screamed.
Kommentar below tell me what Du think.
This is a true story. My cousin and I were at our grandma's apartment. We were playing in the water. This stranger(man) walked up to me. He asked me what grade did I think he was in. I didn't answer him. He asked me again. I still didn't answer. He sagte your a piece of crap. Then he hit me!! Hard!! My cousin and I ran inside as fast as we could. We locked the doors and hid. Now we always call him the scary dude. oder the hitting freak. This is a very true story!!! Now I don't go anywhere without some one. Otherwise I think I will get hit again oder get kidnapped!! If something happens to you, add me as a friend and tell me about it. It could become a book. My mom is an author. Her Bücher are Dude Your A Crab, The krabbe Is Back In Town, Shadows In the Past, The shadows unspoken, Jason's Number 16th Dream, and Prince Jeremy and the Horse. Check them out. Everything but Shadows in the Past is foe kids. Shadows in the Past is for 14-15 years oder older. Thanks for Lesen my story.
Hey guys,
I havent been Schreiben much but I dont think that I can finish this fanfic, so if anyone wants 2 take over send me a message.
I knwo that Du guys porbably want to see this finshed so i'd thought Id give Du the option!
Okay?
Thank you!
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Laura!
Damm these lonegr Artikel things!!! How long doe sit have to be!!!!!!
THe rest will be pam so that I can asctully post this\
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I havent been Schreiben much but I dont think that I can finish this fanfic, so if anyone wants 2 take over send me a message.
I knwo that Du guys porbably want to see this finshed so i'd thought Id give Du the option!
Okay?
Thank you!
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Laura!
Damm these lonegr Artikel things!!! How long doe sit have to be!!!!!!
THe rest will be pam so that I can asctully post this\
hj
hj
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