Suspense paragraph

Rose needed to pack a range of things: a torch, some biscuits, a drink and some warm clothes. She had been walking for only 5 minutes and sounds filled her barren ears: Owls hooting as if there pray was close, the old dry leaves beneath her feet and the sound of the horrifying waves pushing the walls and making them collapse. Suddenly fog surrounded her and all she could see was the silhouette of a human boy. She edged forwards to get a closer look.

then she heard it…

it’s Timmy….

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