My family and I walked into the old, Japanese house that looked like it hadn't been repaired in years. My mom squealed in delight as she walked inside to find the small and slightly dirty house. I walked upstairs and went into what I assumed was a storage room. I heard the door shut behind me. I turned round and went to the door and jiggled the doorknob.
"Locked," I hissed under my breath.
I heard a long croaking sound behind me. I slowly turned around and stared into the face of a pale, black haired woman with bloodshot eyes and blood dripping out of her mouth. Her neck was also at an odd angle. Almost as if it had been snapped back. I fell down and scooted over to the wall. She crawled agonizingly slow over to me and crawled over my body and got nearly an inch way from my face.
I know it's not much but I'm hoping it'll turn out to be a great story. Frost-Fire