All alone I dwelled on the streets of Cummings lodge, Georgetown, on the night where sticky hands tends to rise.Scared of this fact, I went to seek refuge at an old shack building with the fact that I am scared of being all alone in an enclosed building.
I am standing in the doorway of the building The onrush of damp musty air hits me.As I walked forward, the door slams shut behind me locking me in,with a loud clattering bang as it hits the door frame.Fear flowed through my veins as being locked away was my worst nightmare.
A volcano of fear and terror is building deep within me bubbling and about to erupt,this terrible ominous feeling swallows me whole and I am unable to think. Adrenaline rushes through my body,fills my mind and i begin to think again, but can only return to the horror of being trapped alone. This daunting,icy silence is tense and unnerving.A biting shiver bolts down my spine,making me leap with shock.My mind returns to thoughts of fear. A tear trickles down my cheek and it hits my mouth. I feel like an animal looking out through the doors on a free world in which I cannot reach.
I can hear noises coming from upstairs.I hoped that I wasn't becoming paranoid. I looked around and now realize just how unkempt this place actually is there are torn and old posters on the walls and all over the floor; litter is scattered around my feet and leads a filthy trail up the derelict stairs that reach to the flats above. I started to visualize some strangers pounding footsteps coming towards me.
A few moments later all I could see is rusty worn out slippers worn by an old man slowly walking down the stairs and as he faced me he smiled maliciously, he was rather petite but the fact that he looked half dead scared the goose bumps out of me.As I made uncertain steps backward I started to wonder if I was in the house of a serial killer. He leaped to attack me but I fought back and let out a few blood curdling screams tumbled on the ground as he lay above me I stretched for a knife that was laying nearby I picked it up and pierced the man and his red blood slowly drips on me and stains my clothes relief explodes within me.
Cool, fresh air hits my body as I jolted out of the building, who cares if I looked like a serial killer I walked the streets bravely until everything went black and I fainted.
Turns out the man was a ghost.
