Froopy Noopers

Twisted Old Barn Tale

I still can't believe after everything I have to go back, I wish I didn't but that's not the case, even though I made a promise to myself that I would never have to bear the sight of that decrepit old barn ever again currently I stand before it with intent to enter. Though the thought of doing so disturbs me in every which way imaginable I know it's imperative that I face my fears and once again endure the trauma I experienced in this rundown red barn. Narrowly escaping the dangers that lurk within I made it out unscathed and managed to successfully keep my life but also lost an important item, an item so important to me that I'm considering putting myself through that hell once again to get it back. The barn itself as haunting as it may be it is certainly not the most responsible factor contributing to my agony, in comparison to what hides within the eery old barn my gut-wrenching uneasiness is a minor setback and only the beginning of what was about to become a death deifying getaway.