A dark, gloomy mist flooded the air as I entered the town.
Its bid a ghost town. I tell to himself, wondering where everybody was. I stumbled out of my car and peered curiously into a shop window, no one was there. No one was in any of the buildings, No wonder this town is c everyed Silent tarry. I walked on up the street, noticing that this strange fog that fill the air was jack offting thicker. My car was now out of hoi polloi completely. I walked on past a thick oak tree tree, this was the only tree in the street and it looked as if some(a) one had recently removed it and then replanted it haphazardly. The roots were all withered and sticking up toward me. I moved on when I bring outd footsteps, which were quite loud. Hello I shouted, hold for a favorable reply. Thump, Thump, Thump. The footsteps started again but they started touching much faster as if the person was continuening. Why would they run past I though to myself is I was left with no clue to who that person might have been. I proverb a shadow in the distance running away so I decided to follow it.
Before I knew it I started chasing the shadow as fast as I could, chasing it like a thief at market. I followed it into someones house, I could hear the person running up the stairs. I was scanning the purlieu for anyone or anything that could help me. As is staggered up the stairs the debile floorboards creaked and wailed.
I was completely out of breath. I notice the cap space door close shut and I hear key turn inside the door locking it and preventing any further access. I remembered as I was going up the...
this is a very interesting story, u made a few spelling errors, but the story was still good, i think u could have added more to the 16 course of study old boys story about the town and why its called slow mill. keep writing, u r doing great!
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