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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As the wind willowed like a thousand people whispering in the damp, icy layers of snow. outside, The winds whipped the snow all over the country [uk] as it was so cold ice trickled down the back of my neck all the way to my foot It felt like we were in space [which is minus 270 degrees and because of how quiet it is] because it suddenly became quiet. Until, CRUNCH CRUNCH max's boot demolished the snow like a cracker. As we were walking along, there were narrow footprints leading to a barely sustained warehouse that looked more ice-cold than outside where it was actually snowing.
As we cautiously approached the spine-chilling and hair-raising warehouse max gripped my arm in fear. Then creak as we took a step in, shadows and darkness overwhelmed the room into a completely black void of nothingness then lights were mysteriously flickering until they turned on. Boxes were stacked like towers trying to get to heaven as our eyes adjusted to the light we observed the area and sour dust and icicles from every corner just trying not to be loud until we found an awkwardly angled, rusted ladder which was next to a tv set with wires squandered out.
It was then we heard it [whistle whistle] the faintest noise then! [floor board creaked] then another and another and another. As it continued there Max and I were eerily staring at each other whilst I felt I had a sixth sense. As we where straining to speak tongue-tied and soon mysteriously someone coughed out in the distance and a shadowy figure [ which was engulfed in darkness].
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