RYIA HAS WRITTEN A THRILLING 100 WORDS.
It was pitch black and only a faint light came from down the corridor.
Icy fingers gripped my arm. I couldn’t move, I was frozen in thought.
I came to my senses to run as fast as I can down to the glimmering light.
Deafening screams echoed through the cold night.
Loud thuds came from behind me as if someone had a broken leg and was failing to walk fast enough. I wandered aimlessly hoping whatever was behind me would give up but as I continued to walk, a cold breath came in front of me.
My heart stopped beating.
RYIA = YEAR 7