As
the five teenagers screamed down the red and blacked striped corridor with
dirty golden picture frames on the wall, they were stopped by a two way spilt. They
quickly turn right, though right cannot always be right. As they made the decision,
the white clouded beast with dark rose red eyes and huge spikes all over it’s
body, got closer and closer behind them. As they turned the corner they noticed
that it was a dead end. They knew that they were already dead, so they prayed
for their lives.
By Alyssa. M
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