Vigorously, the ferocious prevailing wind hit my face like a train plowing through my body. Fear - Overwhelming Fear - swirling around me, the mist was disorientating. The repetitive gusts of wind rapidly obliterating everything that lies between the marsh and I. The frequent gusts torn and ripped my skin like a spine chilling; blood curdling; demonic creature taking a bite into it's next victim...
Cautiously pushing the heavy gates open, the touch of iron bars - as cold as ice - seized up my hand completely and a cool shudder trickled down my spine. Even though I could feel the unevenness of the old cobbled path beneath me, they were very smooth in contrast to the crunching of the odd dead leaf that I stepped on. Bravely, carrying on up the …show more content…
The leaves rustled as if they were whispering, warning me not to enter. Suddenly I began to taste fear... The moon shone bright white like a beacon of hope; it was the only source of light and hope for miles; the sharp piercing cloud passed over it. Decimating all hope.
The robust Victorian stained glass windows rattled vigorously, howling in the wind. A few potted plants lay next to the loathed front door; once there for neat presentation; now wilted and light brown, almost certainly dead. The door had been left ajar for years... Resentfully I wrapped my still seized palm around the cloudy golden door handle, applying what I thought to be a sufficient force.
Fearlessly I entered. Glancing around nervously, I saw somber portraits staring at me behind layers of dust, seemingly penetrating my very being. Cold, hesitant light streams shone through tiny holes from the leaking, rotten floorboards - casting eerie shadows upon the walls - I felt someone's presence. Whirling around, I saw nothing but an empty hallway and the faces of the portraits staring at me. 'Turn back now' they seem to say, but I swallowed a nervous gulp and continued into the dark bowels of the
Cautiously pushing the heavy gates open, the touch of iron bars - as cold as ice - seized up my hand completely and a cool shudder trickled down my spine. Even though I could feel the unevenness of the old cobbled path beneath me, they were very smooth in contrast to the crunching of the odd dead leaf that I stepped on. Bravely, carrying on up the …show more content…
The leaves rustled as if they were whispering, warning me not to enter. Suddenly I began to taste fear... The moon shone bright white like a beacon of hope; it was the only source of light and hope for miles; the sharp piercing cloud passed over it. Decimating all hope.
The robust Victorian stained glass windows rattled vigorously, howling in the wind. A few potted plants lay next to the loathed front door; once there for neat presentation; now wilted and light brown, almost certainly dead. The door had been left ajar for years... Resentfully I wrapped my still seized palm around the cloudy golden door handle, applying what I thought to be a sufficient force.
Fearlessly I entered. Glancing around nervously, I saw somber portraits staring at me behind layers of dust, seemingly penetrating my very being. Cold, hesitant light streams shone through tiny holes from the leaking, rotten floorboards - casting eerie shadows upon the walls - I felt someone's presence. Whirling around, I saw nothing but an empty hallway and the faces of the portraits staring at me. 'Turn back now' they seem to say, but I swallowed a nervous gulp and continued into the dark bowels of the