He cautiously grasped the rusty door, and heaved. The door gave a shriek of disagreement as the old rusted door reluctantly slid open. He peered in, his face and clothes, dripping from the rain, which was coming down faster now. He stepped in. The walls were just as rusted on the inside, as on the out. The air was still...almost untouched. The place was noticeably dark, as if there hadnt been any light in the place for years.
There were ropes and cords hanging about 6 feet off the ground. A large metal heap was on the floor. His heart sunk. Something bad was gonna happen. He stepped closer..as the rain hit the sides and roof of the place. It smelled of rats, and mildew, and noticed that the "being" was tied in rope, and cords. He reaching into his back pocket, he grabbed the pocket knife he had took from his mother, earlier. He crouched, very slowly. Just as he was about to cut the first rope, the creature suddenly began moving, jerking, and wriggling, in its net of cords and rope. He jumped back, his pocket knife flying out of his hand, and near the door he came in. He crawled after in, and once he reached it, and spun around, facing the "being". It was squirming, and rolling in frustration, and anger. Suddenly, the creature's attempts to be freed, became less violent, and Nobel, still crouched, headed over to the thing. He swiped at the first rope, cutting it. The old rope was sliced in half, and the squirming stopped. The thing suddenly began breaking the cords and ropes, imprisoning it. Once it was released, it stood. On its hind legs. 4 feet taller than the average person, and with a screech the "being" turned it's body so it faced him. Noble, his face stricken with fear, regret, and longing for more time. The "being" squatted close to the ground, it's joints obviously in need of oiling, in jerky face movements, he creature began crawling towards him. He backed up. A huge gust of wind rocked the building, and the door gave a scream of protest, as it slammed shut. Noble crab-walked over to the wall, trying to make himself as small as possible. The being nearly on top of him, as twitching, and jerking, it's movements shuddered by its unkempt joints. It's eye, glowing fiercely, as it came closer and closer to his face.
He was shaking, he was scared out of his mind. He had never truly been afraid of something, he had been the kind of person to walk into a haunted house, and walk out unchanged. The creature was nearly on him. He wished he wouldn't have done what he did.
Beep.
