My death story

My first step

My feet carried me through the pitch black tunnel underground I carried on while I feel drops of blood drip down my back and sink in terror.snakes rattle by my feet and spiders crawl on me , red buttons pop up which insists me to push and realise it was a horrible creepy clown it chased me around the house until I realised my pearl necklace I grabbed it and ripped it's string and let it lose on the floor while the clown trips and falls.the closet catches my eye, my hand reaches out and grabs the handle but the door broke down and rats come out looking like there needy to eat me I SCREAM IN HORROR!!!!!!!

I run down the hall with sticky oil on the floor and as I took a leap into the puddle of oil my feet get stuck but I had no choice I took of my shoes and continued running , I look back and I see that filthy clown chasing me again but not alone with another two and not bare handed with BLOODY KNIVES " OH GOD!!" I crouch down and sprint but I failed so I tripped and the clowns grew closer to me and the closer they get the dizzier I get. I jumped up and run behind a door but when I did I felt like a spider on my back and I flicked it off and looked back but it wasn't a spider it's was the clowns sharp finger nails.

I fell to the ground I guess that's how I died. I tried to stay quiet and act like I died but the dumb clowns would still try to scare me "like Umm okay I'm dead now leave me alone , common sense!" I whispered. THEY WERE ABOUT TO DROOL ON ME THE DISGUSTING DOGS that's it I've had enough I grabbed their "FAKE" hair like a dozen of flowers pulled them to the floor got up and ran. I was in complete disgust like I was about to throw up I sat down in front of a door it was shut but there's no way out so I guessed I was supposed to enter it but I rested for a while ( I took a break so I took a kit Kat 😉)I grabbed my phone because I thought it was smart too but there was no reception .

I got up as my hand reached out to the doorknob and took a grip to it , the door was shaking , it stopped my heart but it was just me shivering I twisted my arm and pushed the door but it broke down and it was falling towards me so I ran backwards OOF! I bumped into something so strong behind me but I absolutely remember there was nothing behind me so I took a quick look to check and it was..............the drooling clowns again😑 it was disgusting but it was more terrifying horrible and scary as hell!!

"Ohh no , please no!" I hated that door so much and talking about doors , why does all the doors of this house break down? But anyway I didn't want to enter that room I HATE MAZES how big is this house GOSH! My feet sprinted into that room but the bookshelves , the webs and the creatures were scarier than the clowns behind me but there were no clown behind me it was only three books and the titles spelt "LOOK" "IN FRONT" "OF YOU" I didn't want to because I knew they would be in front of me. I look up ,not front and notice a skeleton with a broom I guess that was the librarian poor librarian she dies while sweeping .I grabbed the broom without looking and turned around knocking them down but it wasn't the clowns it was more skeletons but it was good I knocked them down because I wouldn't want to walk through hunged up skeletons.

I was terrified walking bare footed on paint and screws and nails but I got over it. It was pitch black but shiny silver squares would pop up so I knew it was a cage so I sat down leaning on it and wiping the paint of my legs and pulling the nails out of my leg for I second I wasn't scared that my hand and my feet were covered in red paint but I remember that I didn't even step on red paint not even on any paint "AHHHHH" I hate blood I think I'm having a heart attach oh god oh god. I grab my scarf on my waist and rip it in half it wasn't easy ripping a scarf okay it wasn't and adding to that it wasn't easy ripping a scarf while something keeps poking me in my back, wait a sec there's something poking me THERES SOMETHING POKING ME "Ohh nooo" sobbing so loud tears rolled down my face that's how much I'm tired of getting up , running , getting scared , looking back and most of all seeing clowns.

OUCH! It's so sharp,I didn't even want to look back I just wanted to smack the POKING CLOWN behind me and get done with it like what the hell is this guy using its like the tip of a knife so I peeked from the bottom of eye but there's no one there it looked like a machine the goes back and forth all over the places holding sharp pencils with dried blood on them. I was in such disgust like I wanted leave so bad it got my anger up so much like I wonder what there going to think of next.

I didn't want to walk ,I didn't want to move, I wanted to leave that night then thoughts came to my head "am I going to stay here forever" "will anyone come to find me" would i stay here for a few nights"

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Sorry about my spelling and commas and full stops even though my paragraphs are like one big sentence but excuse me I can't be stuffed doing human like English here
Sorry if you get freaked out but that's how I would feel if that was to happen to me
- Nour Moubarak ☺️