write a story in 150-200 words beginng with .....I turned the key in the lock and what i saw was horrible .....
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I turned the key in the lock, and what I saw was horrible. There were muddy footprints of a person, who went towards the stairs.
As I went inside my house, I saw splatters of blood everywhere, in the floor, the wall, windows, you name it. I started to panic, assuming the worst that could have happened. A robbery? No. Why would there be blood then? A murder?? Oh my God.
As I tiptoed, following the footsteps, I suddenly slipped and fell on my back, hitting the cold floor, and to my horror, I saw a hand, cut from its body, covered with blood, it's fingers twisted in a painful manner.
I tried to get up from the floor, failing miserably as my legs shivered, refusing to be of my help. My heart was racing at such a speed that it felt it would break out of its cage any moment now. I tasted bile on my tongue as my eyes roamed the whole room, filled with blood, blood, and more blood.
As I tried to get up from the floor, I felt a drop of some viscous liquid on my skin, falling from the ceiling. I touched the liquid and to my utmost displeasure I found blood dripping all over my head, my forehead, towards my body through my face. I gained some courage to look upwards, towards the source of blood.
And as I saw it, my eyes widened in horror, as some old man clinged to the ceiling above me, holding the woody wall with his long nails, his mouth covered in blood, and he grinned at me, which sent chills down my spine.
Before I could run to save my life, he jumped on me, choking me to death, his long nails scraping my skin harshly, as I tried him to get off me. And then I felt soft hand cupping my cheek, shaking me to life, as the heavy weight started to fade away little by little. I felt my eyes opened to see my worried mother sitting in front of me.
A breath of relief escaped my mouth, and I knew that I wasn't going to watch Conjuring and Insidious together, back to back, again, any time in the world.
Hope this helps!
As I went inside my house, I saw splatters of blood everywhere, in the floor, the wall, windows, you name it. I started to panic, assuming the worst that could have happened. A robbery? No. Why would there be blood then? A murder?? Oh my God.
As I tiptoed, following the footsteps, I suddenly slipped and fell on my back, hitting the cold floor, and to my horror, I saw a hand, cut from its body, covered with blood, it's fingers twisted in a painful manner.
I tried to get up from the floor, failing miserably as my legs shivered, refusing to be of my help. My heart was racing at such a speed that it felt it would break out of its cage any moment now. I tasted bile on my tongue as my eyes roamed the whole room, filled with blood, blood, and more blood.
As I tried to get up from the floor, I felt a drop of some viscous liquid on my skin, falling from the ceiling. I touched the liquid and to my utmost displeasure I found blood dripping all over my head, my forehead, towards my body through my face. I gained some courage to look upwards, towards the source of blood.
And as I saw it, my eyes widened in horror, as some old man clinged to the ceiling above me, holding the woody wall with his long nails, his mouth covered in blood, and he grinned at me, which sent chills down my spine.
Before I could run to save my life, he jumped on me, choking me to death, his long nails scraping my skin harshly, as I tried him to get off me. And then I felt soft hand cupping my cheek, shaking me to life, as the heavy weight started to fade away little by little. I felt my eyes opened to see my worried mother sitting in front of me.
A breath of relief escaped my mouth, and I knew that I wasn't going to watch Conjuring and Insidious together, back to back, again, any time in the world.
Hope this helps!
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