Lizzie's Dream
Creaking doors and banging shutters. Lizzie, shaking in fear, crept
down the dark, shadowy hall of the hotel. She could hear screams
of bats and howls of wolves from outside.
Lizzie was trying to get to bathroom, which was futhur down the hall
than her room.
When she opend the heavy, oak door, she gave a almighty sream. A
spider in the corner of the room. It was a thunder storm grey with
brightly daring eyes. The web it was making was glowing white, and
stick to catch its prey.
By the sink was it blood tripping dagger. The blood was dripping down
on the floor making a blood stain in the carpet. The blood was as strong
as the colour of red wine. The stain was, off corse, still wet, but it
gave a horrible smell.
There was a fuzzy noise, it sounded like a buzzing bee buzzing with ander.
The noise was coming out of a old, tattered, un-tuned radio. It was balancing
on a broken shelf.
Lizzie was getting even more scared than she was before.
The toilet was over flowing with human waste. The smell was revolting, like
dead animals rotting.
Lizzie, again shaking in fear, gave another anormous scream, she crept
over towards the bath and she saw...........
Creaking doors and banging shutters. Lizzie, shaking in fear, crept
down the dark, shadowy hall of the hotel. She could hear screams
of bats and howls of wolves from outside.
Lizzie was trying to get to bathroom, which was futhur down the hall
than her room.
When she opend the heavy, oak door, she gave a almighty sream. A
spider in the corner of the room. It was a thunder storm grey with
brightly daring eyes. The web it was making was glowing white, and
stick to catch its prey.
By the sink was it blood tripping dagger. The blood was dripping down
on the floor making a blood stain in the carpet. The blood was as strong
as the colour of red wine. The stain was, off corse, still wet, but it
gave a horrible smell.
There was a fuzzy noise, it sounded like a buzzing bee buzzing with ander.
The noise was coming out of a old, tattered, un-tuned radio. It was balancing
on a broken shelf.
Lizzie was getting even more scared than she was before.
The toilet was over flowing with human waste. The smell was revolting, like
dead animals rotting.
Lizzie, again shaking in fear, gave another anormous scream, she crept
over towards the bath and she saw...........
