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It was a dark night, the wind was blowing very fast. The glass in the windows had suddenly shattered, in terror I walked towards the door. "BOOM" "BOOM" What was that? I thought I heard an animal of some sort. I peaked through the shutters, careful not to let the impending doom know of my existence. The sky surrounding turned grey and dark, all sound stopped dead in its track. The animals could sense the darkness engulfing the air around. But it was my senses which were heightened. The hairs on my arms pricked up and I could smell fear. Why do I always freak myself out when I am on my own? Surely it was only the wind. This house really creeps me out. If only I had phone reception... As I walk around there is always a noise ahead of me or behind me, making me spin round. The wooden shutters reverberate with each gust of wind that flies through the area. It is a suburb that breeds paranoia.

The house fell down.