As I open the door the floor boards creek the birds chirp and make their escape. The door slams behind me as I start to make my way up the steep wooden staircase.
Coated with dust and cobwebs, the horrific smell of rotten food, rat faeces and burnt cigarettes fill my nostrils. Spiders
Scatter up the walls and creep away into the darkness.
I’m not keen to stay here i say to myself as I reach the
top of the staircase …
I hear footsteps behind me as something grabbes my back
And starts dragging me back down the staircase.
By Tim
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