The house was tiny and old looking from the outside it was faded red brick colour with a faded dark blue door. I walked inside and to my surprise it was already decorated and actually looked very modern and homey.
I walked round the house so I new where everything was. I went upstairs and my mum showed me my room. One wall was painted dark purple, whilst the others where white. There was a double bed, a wardrobe and some draws but that was it. The room was nothing close to big it was very small but it was nice and I new it could be easily personalized. And it was, remember you helped me to personalize it.
My mum left me to unpack and settle in. instead I just fell on my bed and passed out for a few hours. When I woke up, there was a note stuck to the fridge saying "gone to the shops be back soon love mum xx" I read it then scrunched it up and threw It in the bin.
I didn't like being in the house on my own I didn't feel safe; I didn't know the neighbour hood or the neighbours, and I didn't like that feeling. I opened the fridge to see if there was any food, there wasn't. My stomach growled I didn't eat any food on the plane; I hate plan food so I hadn't eaten in ages. I really didn't want to leave the house on my own, but I was so hungry I forced myself too.
I ran up the stairs and found some warmer clothes in my suitcase. I quickly changed into them, then left a note for my mum telling her I was going to explore then I left the house. As soon as I got out the front door the coldness hit me, I could see the condensation coming out my mouth as I breathed.
I walked down the street taking in what the street looked like. All the houses where small terist houses, all the trees on the road where bare, there was a lot of rubbish, beer cans, bottles etc lying on the floor and the road was deserted there was no one around, and there was something about the emptiness and all the booze bottles which made me very wary and it began to make me feel very unsafe.
I came to the end of my road and turned onto the main road, there where cars and people around and it automatically made me feel safer. I saw a shop across the road. I walked into the shop and brought myself a packet of crisps with the £10 note my mum had given me. I walked out the shop and back down the road, but I got confused, I think I started going back the wrong way; I ended up in a park. It was beginning to get dark and a lot colder. I was really frightened, the puddles on the path where freezing over and everything was becoming slippy.
I got to a dark bit of the park, there was no street lamps, and I was just preying to god no one was following me. Suddenly I stepped on to an icy patch and fell straight on to my ass.
I heard footsteps running towards me...