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Readers this way!?

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Conflict between the known and the unknown has lead many to be classified as insane. As we came towards the doors of the abandoned asylum we all felt a mixture of seduction and repel. The image of decay tormented our imagination with fear of ghosts and terrors. Yet still our egos pumped desire and excitement through out body at the prospect of a challenge.

I couldn't admit to being scared, as I was so thrilled to be out with the gang. It was as if we were prisoners of war, blindfolded and stepping onto uncommon ground. Grabbing each other hands and jackets I felt apart of something. Scot became the naturally leader and I took his hand.

"I'll go first,” Scott said with his usual cheeky smile.

"Look there’s light through the hallway" Harry reminded us as I used my foot to keep the door open.

"She’s just checking we are not being followed" Replied Ellie as she defended my nervous behaviour.

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4 days ago
Looking around the room a painting of a riverboat sat above the receptionist desk. Even though it was still very much in good condition the white paint on the walls surrounding it was cracked and peeling. This had once been a room that was welcoming but now it was cold and eerie.

"So how long are we going to stay in here" I asked hoping the group would protest to leave soon.

"Until we find the morgue!" Answered Scott as he found some broken glass stuck in his shoe.

Reassuring myself that by dinnertime tonight I would be home and safe I kept a tight grip on Scots hand. Often he would pull it away and bring it back as if to tease me into wanting his comfort.

"Look through here" Ellie gasped as she ran into a small room.

"What is?” I replied.

"Its an old patients art room" Harry said as he got his camera out.

"Wow a few crazy peoples drawings” Ellie mocked

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: 4 days ago
Looking around the room a painting of a riverboat sat above the receptionist desk. Even though it was still very much in good condition the white paint on the walls surrounding it was cracked and peeling. This had once been a room that was welcoming but now it was cold and eerie.

"So how long are we going to stay in here" I asked hoping the group would protest to leave soon.

"Until we find the morgue!" Answered Scott as he found some broken glass stuck in his shoe.

Reassuring myself that by dinnertime tonight I would be home and safe I kept a tight grip on Scots hand. Often he would pull it away and bring it back as if to tease me into wanting his comfort.

"Look through here" Ellie gasped as she ran into a small room.

"What is?” I replied.

"Its an old patients art room" Harry said as he got his camera out.

"Wow a few crazy peoples drawings” Ellie mocked a great start to a great book.