Trip To A Haunted Manor
I didn’t believe in ghosts then. Do you?
As I walked through the long corridoor it became strangly icey cold. Tap tap tap, I could only hear my own footsteps. The beady eyed paintings, still, staring. There was a strange uncomfortable feeling that night.
In a flash, I saw a shadow, in the corner of my eye. I did, I really did, I wasn’t dreaming. The room infront was drawing closer and as I approached the door, “What is that?” I saw something move, although no windows were open nor even the door.I ran. I ran for my life…