by Emily Tebbutt

Created on: July 09, 2009

A grey mist covered the forbidden streets that dark night. Entering alone, the only sound being made were my feet thumping along the old forgotten road. Fear swept over me, I could feel the presence of someone watching. Suddenly, a huge rat came running out the abandoned house thirsty for blood.
Luckily I was not to be it's next feast, as the beast scurried by entering a haunting graveyard.

I could feel my heat thumping harder, rushing blood to my ears. Panic was washing over me surely I was going to be abducted. Vanished. Killed. Why was I feeling like this? The presence that lingered in the air made me feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, a clap of thunder made it's announcement of the heavy rain to fall. This short journey was becoming a nightmare, I wanted to curl up and disappear from this dreadful place. But becoming soaked and petrified I quickly ran to the nearest shelter till the rain passed.

I hadn't realise where I entered, instead concentrating on what might be be hide me. In the corner of my eye, I could see shadows of figures; was this a dream? A abandoned shabby house in which I stood on the porch, was barely protecting me. Making a swift entrance to the house I believed I was now safe. Cob webs and the eerie darkness was some what a better comfort than being outside.

To make time pass, I explored the lonely house. Emptiness of the house seem as though it was crying out for some loving and care. Living creatures of all sizes and breeds came out of the hiding places to see who had entered. Silence, no noise except the patter of the rain hitting the roof, echoing all around me.

Just as I settled myself on the floor to rest, a loud bang from the upper floor shot through the rooms. Quickly jumping on to my feet I tried to reassure myself it could be a cat, nothing more. But the reassurance was soon to be knocked as another bang, even louder, made me squeal.

I panicked, someone must own this house, and there upstairs! I looked for the nearest exit. Realising my exploring lead me further than expected I forgot where I was. My heart once again, started pumping louder. I could hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. I was in danger!

I started to run. Where did that damn front door go? I wished I had never came down this damn Street. Now I was running away from good knows what in a house which now looked like it was never abandoned. I could feel the tears well up as I struggled to find an exit. A man voice grunting could be heard making

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