Old, spooky, rotten, derelict mansion cascading its shadow all around me. I could hear bats scuttling about, owls hooting and swooping from above. This had to mean horror. The whispering wind danced by me as quickly as a tiger catching its prey. From the sky, all I could see was black, smokey, dark rainclouds getting ready to pour down laser blue sparks of water droplet by droplet. I gulped. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but I knew something bad was going to happen, and this is the place it was going to happen in. frightened, anxious, afraid. Afraid of what I might have to face of which stood before me. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I stood there, trembling, as what hovered before me was a tall, white figure. I had a feeling thqt this was the ghost of white hill mansion. My mouth dropped open. I wanted to call for help, I wanted to cry out, but I couldn’t. Words just turned into dead and complete silence. I could feel the cold air rushing right through to my bones, whirling and whizzing about inside me. I felt helpless. No one could save me now. I felt trapped, alone, nothing. This whirlwind of events never seemed to stop, as this is never ending. I have obviously done something to upset this ghost, so this will go on to haunt me for the rest of my life. My children will be petrified. CRASH, BANG, BOOM! The thunder roared down at me. I heard a monstrous cackle, and with that, the ghostly figure seemed to disappear. I knew at this moment that this was no dream. This was a nightmare in reality. Will somebody please help me? Why? Why? My voice echoed into the distance. No one could hear me. I muttered to myself wake up, wake up. I realised that this was not a dream. This was reality. Menacingly, the lightning made patterns across the sky as it cackled like a witch. One by one I could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer. I backed up. I felt dizzy. Was this the end? I needed someone to help me, and I needed them to help now! The figure seemed to be lingering closer. It was as sly as a fox when you think about it, only much scarcer! I never believed this rumour of the ghost, but as I stood there trembling, I realised that those rumours were true. Dead or alive? I fell to my death. HELP……
