Walking down the corridors, I saw the empty white dusty beds alone with the dented wheels still creaking. I continued, there was a crack I looked down to see a shattered needle pocking up at me. I saw the moon shining brightly down, the wind howled and the floorboards creaked loud. Peace finally remained, I had worked my way to the end of the corridor then I turn to see huge light, with cogs clinging on tightly.

Something shattered behind me, I fell to the floor in my turn the last ting I could remember was humming I woke up then I saw ripped clothes, ” who who are you” I quivered the figure turn around it had a complete white blank face, the figure replied ” I don’t know” Then he vanished all in dust, I stared in horror.

While Luke scurried behind old dead trees, Luke saw the house. Luke had heard stories about this house, he had been told that this was his great, great, great, ancestors farm years ago. The old faceless house stood alone, Luke looked around, nobody was to be seen.

Impatiently Luke snuck in, after that remembered what his great great grandmother, had told him she was in the seventh floor. He went in. Imminently stopped, he heard foot steps! It was coming up!

Outside, the misty cobblestone lay covered in a white blanket of snow. Inside a little hut, a dead fire collected smoke and let go, as it tumbled to ash. The government complained about getting Joe! But not knowing where he way. Without knowing Joe had heard the whole conversation.

As everyone exited the building, they saw Joe on the other side of the bumpy road they stared at one another, then they charged at him but they slipped on the way. They looked up at him, the smoke from the hut, covered their vision and when they looked up he was gone.