The Room
He turned the door handle.
The door, which was black, scratched and Victorian looking, glared down on the next unfortunate victim.
He trembled.
Beads of sweat slowly trickled down his forehead as the door creaked open.
He stepped into the ominous room; the door slammed shut behind him.
A shadowy figure loomed over him and his screams came to an abrupt end.
Matthew
Year 9
The door, which was black, scratched and Victorian looking, glared down on the next unfortunate victim.
He trembled.
Beads of sweat slowly trickled down his forehead as the door creaked open.
He stepped into the ominous room; the door slammed shut behind him.
A shadowy figure loomed over him and his screams came to an abrupt end.
Matthew
Year 9
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