Footsteps behind as you are walking along a dark alley:
As I was nearing the end of the alley, the sound of footsteps behind me suddenly started again, this time louder than ever.
The sound was like a never-ending, beating drum, echoing the beat of my heart, which was thumping wildly in my chest. I
quickened my pace, wrapping my coat around me, as if that could give me protection from whoever was closing in behind
me. The fear was running around my body. I could feet it in the tips of my fingers and the tips of my toes. I prayed that the
sound from behind would stop, but instead it became louder, and it seem ed as if the footsteps were getting closer. I
decided I had to turn around and face the approaching terror. This was it.
Hiding in a room in a scary house:
I jerked the dusty door open and ran inside, slamming the door behind me with an almighty bang. I leaned up against the
door, breathing heavily, my heart racing. It took a while for my eyes to get used to the dim light in this room, but gradually
objects and furniture came into focus. A tall, dark bookcase stood against the opposite wall with a desk next to it. This
was obviously someone’s study. Papers were scattered over the desk and the bookshelf was crammed with books, with
spines of many different colours. Everything was covered with a thick layer of dust, however, suggesting that no one had
used this room for a very long time. I walked over to the desk and looked at the papers on it. A fountain pen lay there, lid
off, and the lost sentence on the top page was half finished. Someone had left here in a hurry!
I take an uneasy step forward along the dark, dreary corridor. Sounding like a tortured moan; the floorboard creaks. I
jump, my nerves stretched like elastic bands, my palms sweaty, my senses alert. The heavy silence returns and I stand
rooted to the spot, straining my cars, listening for any unwanted sounds,
I wonder again why I ever dared to enter this eerie, unwelcoming house,...