Imagination

Wed, 10/02/2013 - 18:50 -- aeryan

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I walk through the empty room, cold and scared.  It is dark in the room, but not the door.  Underneath it shines a light that is glared. Its brightness is something not to ignore. As i walk near, i hear a lion's roar.  Multiple sounds increase as I walk near.  Frightened by the sounds, I fell to the floor. I scraped my knee and found blood was smeared.  I have never, ever had this much fear.  The light under the door becomes brighter. I saw the door knob that looked like a sphere,  I grabbed and turned the door knob much tighter.  I opened the door and nothing was there.  My own imagination caused my scare.

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