The clock ticked…
Five.
She flew past the rubble that had once stood as proud walls. The sounds of shrieking birds rushed into her ears. It was almost time. She had to be there.
Four.
Her feet brushed against the rough bushes, scratching her legs. The cold air rustled about her and dew drops from the overgrowth trickled upon her scraggly head.
Three.
The girl bolted up the dusty, marble steps and past the rusted columns. Her eyes barely registered the ancient Greek architecture that washed by her stealthily form.
Two.
A statue of a porcelain china doll watched as the disturbed dust settled to the ground as she listened to the fast-paced footsteps resound in a musty hallway.
One.
She burst through an ancient door and smelt the familiar sulfur stench arise as a translucent lightening bolt struck the mansion and swept the entire house into a demension that rivaled the vast beyonds of the Twilight Zone.
Author notes
Assignment for Creative Writing. Based off of a picture.
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