Nervously I took my first step into the eerie hazardous house at the end of the street. The smell was of damp and decay. I could see a dozen of the doors half off their hinges. Sweat dripping off my head feeling terrified I didn’t know what to do. Tiptoeing across the dark ghastly hallway I was as pale as snow. I felt a little safer because I had a flashlight. Moments later my batteries ran out.
What would I do now?
In the distance, I saw a rope which I thought was a light. Without thinking I pulled it. I looked up and I saw a sandbag falling at me as fast as a bullet…and the rest is history.