The wooden door creaks open. The smell of dead bodies makes me shiver. Blood drips from the ceiling onto my head. The floor is spiky and hard beneath my bare feet. My legs trip over as I run into spider webs that get caught in my eyes. I yell, "Helpppp! " There is a dead body next to me on the floor. The door slam shut behind me ,the wind blows me back and the walls start closing in on me.
By Tae Campbell