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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On the frozen wet ground,the wind whipped the snow across the road. The wind cried in anguish. It was too cold to be out. The luxurious white snow as fluffy as a cloud trickled down my back.The only thing he could here was his boots crunching in the snow CRUNCH CRUNCH.
Inside the ancient barley standing where-house,there were different shapes and sized boxes, like towers and dust coated the room like a blanket each foot print left a mark.The where-house was stuck in the past.Shadows consumed the abandon where-house.In the dark dingy room,cob webs hung like lace nets.
CREAK CREAK someone was there.Max was paralysed with fear. His heart thumping out of his chest
THUMP THUMP.His thoughts were conflicted he did not know weather to stay inside or go outside.
Max saw something move it was after him...