Jasmine wept. She wept in a cold, dark building; scared and alone. Bang. Next to her, a gate post crashed against the crumbly wall, anxiously, leaves shivered and old metal doors creaked open. Rust was in the air.

A rumbling sound caught Jasmine’s attention; suddenly, she felt alert. Inside her chest, her heart raced. Gingerly, one step at a time, Jasmine walked up the corridor until she came to the place where the noise seemed to echo louder than she had heard it before . She eased the heavy door open.

Jasmine hobbled inside .
The wind howled, the moon shone, the noise stopped. Creak. Was it her or was the door closing?