Personal Narrative Fiction

“Wait look” I whispered, a dark shadow had just covered the light. We stopped, it started coming towards us, we went to start running the other way but something stopped us. A wall, a wall had just appeared out of nowhere. It was the end, we all started the cry, we bunched up into a little circle as I thought about what happened earlier and what I could have changed.

Cassie walked back through the halls passed closed doors with blackened frosted windows on their sides. She made it back to the lobby, and hesitated before deciding to have another cigarette in the parking garage. She crossed that cavernous lobby, whose ceiling rose three stories to the ceiling. It occurred to her that it was a “waste of space” that wasn’t that impressive.

They raced through the tunnels, frantically looking over their shoulders in fear. In the dim glow of my lights against the inky night, my eyes rapidly scanned left to right, left to right. My eyes widened as a thundering noise sounded from the depths of the underground passage. Someone had found them.

I finally rolled out of bed and opened my eyes to reveal an isolated stone room with a bed dead in the center of it and nothing else to speak of. I opened the big, creaky door only to witness the lemon-sour light penetrating my eyes and overpowering the distant horizon. Then after a few paces, I opened another door which led straight the main hall where I was being awaited.

"There's got to be another door around here," I said, tossing the paper, and I began to move my hands along the wall. As my hands traveled, I touched something cold and hard, a set of bars, a door. Then I paused as my mind registered what I was viewing, in front of me, was a jail cell and inside was charred bones.

Once I reached the top, an unexpected feeling of terror coursed through me. Glancing around anxiously, I noticed sombre portraits staring down from behind layers of dust. I couldn't help but feel that someone was watching, following me. Whirling around, I saw nothing but the faces in the portraits staring at me. I swallowed a nervous whimper and continued into the dark until I was outside the only room on that floor. The door was all that stood in my way now, shielding me from the potentially perilous room beyond its thick oaken panels. My hands trembling, I guided my finger slowly around the once delicate

“C’mon guys,” Madison said as she took a few steps up the staircase. She was fearless. The higher up we got, the darker and scarier it became. The first room when we reached the top was the infamous apartment 23B.

My legs were also tied to the legs of the chair so that was no help. Darkness surrounded me, my eyes focused on the door across the room. So there was a way out, well yeah, I should have figured that out I mean how did I get in this room? I thought, grinning. “ERK,” the door opened. A man, no older than his mid-20’s stepped in. Behind the door there was no light, now I was confused.

My knees began to wobble. The mud in my shoes didn’t seem to bother me anymore; all that bothered me was this thing playing in my backyard. I slowly twisted my head with

“Ok, be back before dark!” she yelled back. I headed towards those fields that I gazed at everyday and ran for what felt like hours , until finally I reached the forests. MY parents didn’t like it when I came here but I was tired of doing nothing. I walked through it until I reached a creek. The cool water welcomed my feet, and I sighed loudly in relief. But as I leaned back I heard something mimic me, but only much quieter. I swiveled around and looked to see if anyone was with me.

I was about to scream, but I quickly stopped myself. What if I am not alone? I decided to navigate around the large, cold cabin, trying not to make a sound, desperately looking for the front door. Everything was pitch black, so if someone were standing in a corner watching me, I wouldn’t have a clue. After walking around a couple more long, dark, corridors, living rooms, and a kitchen, I finally found a big double door, leading outside.

“Pack a ouija board” Noel demanded. “Make sure to bring a first aid kit” Karina reminded. “I will” I giggled to myself. “Where are going to play with the ouija board at?” Karina asked. “Anywhere” Noel said. “ I want to play with it upstairs” I demanded.When nightfall comes around, we all get our stuff and head toward the alley, once we get to the path we go towards the house we all look around to make sure no one followed us.”I am scared!” Noel whisped with a voice so frightened that we thought she would give up. We now are about to enter the house when we hear a CRASH!, so loud we jumped 3 feet in the air, we all are so terrified and start asking each other what that noise was. “ I think a pot or pan just fell we will be fine!” I stuttered. As we enter one by one the floor creaks, there are lifted boards on the floor and, it looks like someone died in this house. “ I am curious to see what kind of death happened here.” Karina treibled. We all split up and take a look around

The hall led to a closed door with a stone pedestal standing in front of it. It had the outline of a hand at the top of the stone. Indrid placed his inside the imprint and felt a slight tingling at the tips of his finger. Then, watching the pedestal glow, an intense aura surrounded his body as

    “Wait!” The guard screamed. Chris’ uncle’s hand was only millimeters away from smashing the guard’s face into jelly, “It’s on the 70th floor, last door at the end of the hall.”

"room 5.a, glad I wasn’t stuck with the upper floors, it 'd make me feel like I 'm at work again" as I whisper to myself, I jiggle the key out the rust, mortise lock, and swing the door open, at least what’s left of