Wereing Around

This is the Updated Version (I am still currently re-writing the rest of the story)
As my hand gradually moves towards the handle I experience chills up my spine. I almost gag when my hand comes in contact with the slimy green moss coating the brass handle.. Hesitantly going to grab the door handle with my right hand I turn it to the left bieing prepared for anything that hits me. Holding my breath while opening the door I see a glipse at a lucious, long, red cloak, and inside that lucious, long, red cloak as I look closer and focous on the face, plum coloured lips appear. What has the, 16 year old, Pepper gotten herself into?