The howling wind brushed past me as I walked past the sad-looking, abandoned army house. My shaking hands pushed on the wooden door. Falling spiders crept on me. I could almost taste the rats and mice creeping and tickling up my back. The rotten floorboards squeaked beneath my feet. I ran my fingers over the rough wall. Spider webs brushed me as I crept past.
Kia ora Matthew,
ReplyDeleteVery spooky! Don't think I'd love to explore the place you are describing. Wonder what will happen next?
Miss M