Never Follow Your Initial Thought!

The wondow smashed into a million pieces like snow fallin down a mountain on a cold deadly winters day.My initial reaction is to run and never return,but the more I stare at the window the more I seek to investigate why it mysteriously shattered with no trace of a finger ever touching it.I take three sized steps .

My feet are trembling with fear knowing that at any moment I could be dead.As I slowly approach the window despite to work out whats trying to possesses me I feel a cold breeze run down my spine.

I stop,frozen. As slow as a slug I turn around. Darkness blinds me.

BY JESS FAZAKERLEY