• The cold chill...it was returning. Her fingers turned numb and an unsightly shade of purple. The cold feeling was like a nightmare hanging on to her imagination; it made her spine shiver so intensely that it shook her whole body. Shadows. Shadows everywhere; closing in and killing the lazy lights. They engulfed everything never stopping, never quitting; they held treacherous truths and loathing lies. She didn't dare move from this new steel armour she encased herself in, she longed for the warmth she had so easily lost her self-control to. The faint smell of alcohol tickled her gentle nose however the retched smell brought forth memories she had tried so hard to bury away deep in her mind. A dreadful crash broke the disturbing silence. Was she going mad? Or are the unscrupulous sounds just wild hallucinations? She held her breath trying to build up the courage to sprint, sprint as fast as she could manage; fighting to stay alive against something that she hadn't even seen, just sensing and fearing it.

    The door creaked like time had rusted the very hinges, her hair danced around her once prefectly painted pot doll face. She could see nothing but haunting shadows. She counted down losing her voice to the smothering emptiness.

    To be continued....