I imagine that behind the old oak door, when you walk in there is mysterious music playing out of nowhere, on an eerie organ. The outside of the door is stock still, not even a little breath of wind. Now, I pluck my courage up again, so I hold my breath and step inside. There is a tunnel with gigantic spider webs. On chairs at the side, there are blood red containers. The eerie music carries on and gets louder still. It is a spine chilling experience so I scream loudly and run as fast as lightning outside. I fall down on a piece of fluffy moss. I know by my thumping heart, I am not going back again!
4 comments:
I hope never to have to pass through this door... Especially as I can imagine the gigantic spiders weaving their gigantic webs... I'm positively terrified!
Awesome writing Livia, we loved your story when you brought it home to show us. Very descriptive - I can really imagine being there. Scary!
Oh Livia, lets hope no Windsor children had to knock at THIS door to sell their fundfaiser chocolates!!!
Well ... that piece of writing is wonderful! I also read Callum's piece and that was also very descriptive and atmospheric. I am so impressed with the writing going on in Room 17. ... Julie Sheppard
Post a Comment