The scream punched me again and this time would not stop! The draft became a strong breeze then became a strong wind. I was pinned against the rotting oak doors from fright and the fact that the wind was so strong it held me there. I tried to reach for the door handle but I couldn't move my arm. My ears were streaming with blood and my heart bounding in my chest when... BAM! The doors couldn't hold any longer and were sent flying and I was to. Into the air for a few seconds, but hit the ground with such force. I think I broke my ankle and arm, but I don't know which cause' the pain was to much! The last I remember of that evening is flashing lights and the smell of rotting flesh.
This is the story I told the journalists! but you can believe it or not. Do believe seeing is believing?
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Seeing Is believing
HorrorSometimes things aren't what they seem. A ghost story ready to scare the wits out of those who dare to read it!
