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.

Brave heartedly approaching the frightening presence of the strangely ominous barn, in an attempt to investigate any possible movement inside, a sudden gust of wind blows by with enough force to push one of the rickety old doors open causing a curdling creak that could almost cut glass. Stuck in a moment of terror, I was rendered motionless frozen in fear of what had caused the unnerving sound but upon realising where the shriek that brought about my frightful panic originated from, I continue toward the now slightly open door. With the intensity rising every step so does my adrenaline resulting in my legs feeling like jelly by the time I reach the opening in the door but I still manage to quietly get close enough to hear inside. Although I hear no sign of any imminent danger, I remain cautious and decide not to further progress as I could be walking straight into a trap to meet my very possible unfortunate and untimely demise.

Knowing that these currently fleeting moments could ultimately be my last I take a moment to recollect upon my memories of the past and give appreciation to the little things one last time. Thinking about previous achievements and regretful moments, one of which being ever entering this horridly aged barn in the first place, but I can't change what has already happened I can however try to fix the problem my actions have birthed. Amidst my deep thought, I realise that all I'm doing is procrastinating and if continue to do so I will never retrieve the item that valuable it's worth risking my life for it. I know that I need to get active but I also have to keep in mind the nature of my approach and proceed with caution for my best chance to make it out of this with my life.

Carefully peering between the gap in the doors, the first thing I familiarise myself with is that I can't see very well because the barn is just dimly lit, but I can still see enough to maybe make my way through this nightmare and hopefully avoid any further altercations. After gaining the necessary courage to finally stick my head inside far enough to gain an accurate idea of what lies within this barn of horror and hopefully come up with a safe exit strategy. Although I've been in the creepy old barn once before my memory of the events that took place inside remains a little hazy, rightfully so as I was scared for my life and reacted in adrenaline-fuelled panic. Perfectly squeezing myself through the space between the doors without causing single a sound I gain a little boost of confidence as my plans are running smoothly, I continue toward my lost possession even though my surroundings somewhat resemble a horror film I move forward.

So close now that I can barely contain my excitement, eager to put this whole encounter behind me and try my best to forget it ever happened but I still manage to keep calm and level-headed. This is pretty impressive given that the outside appearance of the barn doesn't compare to the fear factor that the interior has. From the creepy cobwebs to the cracking and banging of loose tin on the roof blowing in the wind, I don't like a single thing about this haunting and nerve-racking endeavour but it will all be over soon. As I approach the stable that I narrowly escaped from with my life earlier I can see my goal and I'm near the end zone, but could it be this easy? Deciding not to hesitate any further I proceed toward the blinding white light being emitted from my beloved and most precious mobile phone picking it up only to find that the screen had shattered but at least I got it back. A short-lived victory as my focus shifts to the area my torch is on and there stands my worst fear staring straight back at me, with its evil eight-legged body perfectly resting on its webbed trap ready to pounce. Without any thought I take no chances and once again run for my life only this time clutching my phone with the tightest grip possible and make it back to safety, thankful to be alive and glad to never again have to step foot in that horrible rundown old red barn.