As she approached the door to the maze of hallways outside, she felt a sudden dread wash over her. Hesitating, her hand floated over the doorknob to the outside. Her hand wavered over it, with the motion of brushing against it causing spikes of coldness to pierce her hand. Her arms and forehead were covered by a cold sweat as her eyes widened, then clamped themselves shut as she grasped the handle tightly, letting her sweat drip onto it. She breathed in heavily, in and out in large breaths, making the only sound in the pulsating room of death and horror illuminated by blood red light, shining in every corner. Resting her body against the wall, she turned the wet handle. Once she heard the click that signaled to her that it was now open and free to be swung, she inhaled a deep gasp and opened it a tiny crack, seeing nothing but pitch black darkness, threatening to swallow up both her, her friend, and the object they had been searching for. She continued opening it slowly, feeling even more dread and pure fear invade her mind and feelings, nearly letting them consume her along with the abyss of darkness.
As she approached the door to the maze of hallways outside, she felt a sudden dread wash over her. Hesitating, her hand floated over the doorknob to the outside. Her hand wavered over it, with the motion of brushing against it causing spikes of coldness to pierce her hand. Her arms and forehead were covered by a cold sweat as her eyes widened, then clamped themselves shut as she grasped the handle tightly, letting her sweat drip onto it. She breathed in heavily, in and out in large breaths, making the only sound in the pulsating room of death and horror illuminated by blood red light, shining in every corner. Resting her body against the wall, she turned the wet handle. Once she heard the click that signaled to her that it was now open and free to be swung, she inhaled a deep gasp and opened it a tiny crack, seeing nothing but pitch black darkness, threatening to swallow up both her, her friend, and the object they had been searching for. She continued opening it slowly, feeling even more dread and pure fear invade her mind and feelings, nearly letting them consume her along with the abyss of darkness.
As she approached the door to the maze of hallways outside, she felt a sudden dread wash over her. Hesitating, her hand floated over the doorknob to the outside. Her hand wavered over it, with the motion of brushing against it causing spikes of coldness to pierce her hand. Her arms and forehead were covered by a cold sweat as her eyes widened, then clamped themselves shut as she grasped the handle tightly, letting her sweat drip onto it. She breathed in heavily, in and out in large breaths, making the only sound in the pulsating room of death and horror illuminated by blood red light, shining in every corner. Resting her body against the wall, she turned the wet handle. Once she heard the click that signaled to her that it was now open and free to be swung, she inhaled a deep gasp and opened it a tiny crack, seeing nothing but pitch black darkness, threatening to swallow up both her, her friend, and the object they had been searching for. She continued opening it slowly, feeling even more dread and pure fear invade her mind and feelings, nearly letting them consume her along with the abyss of darkness.
My sister is an awsome writer, but when she was young, my parents had "writing inspectors" (or whatever they are) come and check her writing, they always tore it up and said it was terrible, when it was actually GREAT, so my parents stopped having them come over. She's still good at it, I really wish she didn't live in a different state than myself, because she always helped me write, I miss her...