Outside, the wind whipped the snow across the roads. Already you could barely see anything. It was too cold to be out. The snowstorm blindfolded the town, muffling the world in white silence.
Inside the warehouse, it was quite dark. Years of dust had covered the windows with a thin layer and only a faint light filtered through. Each footstep echoed, leaving behind a trail of footprints through the dust. Boxes of different sizes were piled high, like strange towers. Cobwebs hung between the boxes like lace nets. An abandoned ladder lay at an awkward angle across what looked like an old television set. Its wires spilled out. Max stood still for a moment and let his breathing settle.
It was then that he heard it. The faintest of sounds – a floorboard creaked. Then, another. He stood quite still, his senses alert, straining to listen. For a long while it was quite quiet – only the distant murmurings of the wind drifting snow. Then somebody coughed …
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While looking out across the silent town covered in a beautiful white blanket of snow it was to cold to be outside. The sparkley snow was glittering as far as I could see.
In the abandoned warehouse where it was old, dark and smelly where cobwebs hung. Each footstep eochoed, leaving a trail of footprints behind in the dust. There was loose wires from what looked like an old tv. It looked like no one had been there for years.
All of a sudden, he heard a quite creek. And then another. Max stood still, his heart was racing as he was listening for any other noises. For a few seconds it went silent ~ the only sound was the snow falling. Then out of no where, he heard a cough...
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