I woke up in this old abandoned warehouse. I didn't know how I had gotten there. I was cold and scared. It was large, yet smaller than an average warehouse. There were cobwebs in the corner and the two doors, front and back, were locked. I got up and tried to push them open. I threw myself against them, trying my hardest to push them open. I struggled for about ten minutes until I concluded that I was going to
have to get more creative if I was going to get out. I walked around the warehouse, freezing from head to toe. The air was cold as ice, and I was sure that I would freeze to death if I remained in that warehouse for any longer. There were rows of empty, dusty shelves. It was frightening and I wanted to leave. I needed to leave. I scoured the place for a hole, a crack, a little scratch, or anything that could help me slip out, but the warehouse was fully sealed. I then had the idea to push the giant shelves to break the walls. So I did, and it opened. I was so relieved to see it. I walked to the hole I had created, put my foot out, and I couldn't leave. I tried, but I couldn't. There was an invisible barrier that would not allow me to leave. So I
never left. I stayed. I died from the cold, and my ghost haunts the warehouse.
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The October Series
HororI wrote a scary story for each day of October. It was very fun, you can do it next year if you want, here are the rules: The October Series Rules For this Challenge. 2 TO 5 PAGES MAXIMUM Has to be a scary story or any sort of writing form that match...
