The Woods Of Deaths

The Woods of Death *The Race*

My hands are shaking, my heart beating through my chest, panting like a dog, cold to the touch and the sounds of animals running through the leaves, the smells of rotten vegetation.

 I'm scared for my life, I'm only 15, living in a small town called Rowoomba and I have friend and family who love me very much. I don't know where I am or how I got here, I am petrified of what will come around the corner, I can't look, what will happen in this mysterious darkness, is the last page about to be ripped out of my book? Curiosity killed the cat, I saw a Broken-down, decaying, shabby barn house laying ahead, waiting for its companion, but one horrifying nightmarish window lays awake, watching the seasons die. 

The sounds of footsteps and banging vibrating from the walls, and what happened next is unbelievable the sound was so fearsome I thought I was watching a horror movie. The supposed roar echoing through the lifeless trees from behind me, as loud as a tugboat. My heart started racing like before and my hands are sweating, the sound got louder and louder. I peer from behind a gnarled tree and I saw something incomprehensible and spine-chilling. I revisited my lunch from yesterday when I saw where thundering noise come from. The oozing black pus trickling from its red demonic eyes, it's reddish crimson shimmer and its razer sharp tusks were stomach curdling, looking for the next victim. Everything stands still, it felt like time stopped and life was no more when I released where I was, my adrenaline kick in and I ran. I could hear the creature trampling on freshly fallen leaves and it's wheezing croaking breath. 

It felt like a century when I finally stopped, when my heart gradually slowed down I realised I was entering the barn house, inside it was immaculate as if somebody was living here. The interior felt familiar as if I have been here before, there were photos of smiling kids and their parents hanging in the hallway. My stomach felt hollow I went to the kitchen, the fridge was filled with all of my favourite food, which I was shocked by. When I had a little nimble on the cheesecake, I heard mysterious music playing, so I when to investigate. I when back into the hallway that was lined with disturbing photographs, and into the living room. The room was crammed with hardcover books and leather settees, there was a glass table in the middle, with a half-opened book, the page was chapter 12 "The werewolf and humanity". I didn't take much notice of it. Across the hall, there's another room, a study and down the hall is the kitchen, the dining room and at the front of the house are stairs leading to the second floor.

The music got louder once I reached the top of the wicked stairs, the room was enormously big for what I imagined, it looked like a ballroom with a stage at the far end, timber planks were covering the windows and long tables were arranged opposite to the stage. As I walked in on the precarious floor, the music stopped. I noticed a brown antique wooden trunk resting in the corner. It looked as if it had never been used, I tried to open it but it wouldn't bach, it was held together by latches. A record player was also sitting on one of the tables when I got close, the music returned to my soundwave detectors, it scared the hell out of my slender young body.

I want to return to my sofa with the Xbox and the messiness of the tiny room my mum always barks at me to clean up the 2-minute noodle cups and chip bags, I'm so surprised that I'm not overweight by how much junk food I stuff down my small human gate-way of a mouth.

A big long distorted human-shaped shadow eliminated from the stairway door, I slowly tiptoed behind a large table and kneed down, I could see the stairway from where I was. The shadow Vanished the feeling of terrifier jumped into me again, I looked left and right, did it a couple of times until I was sure I was safe again. I didn't know if I was seeing things for if that was real, I slowly got up and walked down the stair, every step I took the wood seemed to speak to me.