I shouted in hope someone could hear me, but I was completely alone. I quickly took my jacket off in hope of drying it near the fire place, but I realized that my matches were destroyed by the rain. I was trembling because of the unbearable cold. I decided to wait inside until the rain stopped, but it seemed like that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. I went up the stairs to search for a bed or a blanket, but the house was completely empty, except for the old, half-eaten by rats carpet. A shiver went down my spine when I heard that terrible scream. It sounded like that poor man was being eaten alive! I jumped down the stairs to help that poor soul, but the place was still empty. As a matter of fact, it looked like no one had stepped foot in this house for decades!
I opened the door and ran through the rain. I didn't care about the fact that I left my jacket inside or about the fact that I was probably about to catch the worst cold of my life. All I cared about was getting out of that house!
After running for a few minutes, I stopped and looked behind me, terrified that whatever devilish creature was in there had been following me, but I saw nothing. The house was gone!
I kept running, even more terrified that before (I didn't even know that was possible).
It's been 3 years now and I still haven't come close to that place, fearing that the creature might do to me what it did to that man...
