I walked into dusty room. The crooked door slammed behind me. I took another step forward; the light flickered in the bitter cold. Then I heard a creepy footstep step towards me, I took the slightest step back. The sign creaking in the freezing wind outside. Suddenly, a huge rocking horse fell off the dusty stool window. My heart started to thump rapidly. I heard another footstep. “Who’s there?” I whispered. Then the voice reply back to me, it asked, “How can I help you?” in a very curt voice. I took a small step back and sped out of the creaky door.
By Molly - Ash Class.