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After a terrible evening dinner, Gina runs outside into the storm and never looks back. Miles and miles, she runs until her feet and eyes become heavy. The rain beats her down and soaks her evening dress. Her hair was flat and her make-up smearing down her saddened face. She looks around and cannot see anything in sight.
The road was gloomy, black, and eerie. She notices a house in the distance and races to the light. The distant light became clearer as she slowly approaches. To her surprise it was a big beautiful home. The yard was immaculate. A giant orange tree stood on the righthand side of the yard. Many rose bushes lined up in front of the home's deck.
Walking towards the property, it looked like someone's dream home. There was a concrete pathway leading up right up to the steps. She walks down the narrow pathway frightened of the darkness and rain surrounding her. Slowly, she walks up the steps and she looks up at the porch light shining down at her. She looks to her left and notices a rocking chair drenched in water. To her right were plants hanging down from underneath the balcony. The water from the roof trickled down into the plant. The wooden porch beneath her feet was wet and there was a doormat beneath her that read "Welcome". There were two big windows on both left and right of the front door. The shades were shear and dark green and very unclear inside. The tall white door was decorated with glass covered windows and a weird mysterious candle was lit right next to the door. She knocks and the door slowly opens.
Curious and cold, she shivers and walks silently through unknown the vacant home. She quietly closes and locks the door behind her. The floors began to creak and sounded like someone was following her closely. Outside, she hears the unnerving crashing of an unsettling wind. The rain pours violently against the rooftop and windows. The storm tortures her fragile ear and begins to ache. The resemblance of the storm was that of a lion's intimidating rage. She glances over at a picture that kind of uttered parallel of herself. "Who is this woman and why does she look like me?" she asked desperately. Looking closely at the woman in the photo, she wore a long red dress that fitted perfectly to her body. Her long dark brown hair fell to her lower back. Her hair looked so very soft and well taken care of. Her eyes were almond shaped and dark green. Her face was flawless of age and marks. She stood there looking out a balcony window smiling at the moon. It was a very alluring photograph. As if though the photographer had been a lover...
As she starts to look away from the photo, a sudden noise of a broken glass falls somewhere in the house...
The road was gloomy, black, and eerie. She notices a house in the distance and races to the light. The distant light became clearer as she slowly approaches. To her surprise it was a big beautiful home. The yard was immaculate. A giant orange tree stood on the righthand side of the yard. Many rose bushes lined up in front of the home's deck.
Walking towards the property, it looked like someone's dream home. There was a concrete pathway leading up right up to the steps. She walks down the narrow pathway frightened of the darkness and rain surrounding her. Slowly, she walks up the steps and she looks up at the porch light shining down at her. She looks to her left and notices a rocking chair drenched in water. To her right were plants hanging down from underneath the balcony. The water from the roof trickled down into the plant. The wooden porch beneath her feet was wet and there was a doormat beneath her that read "Welcome". There were two big windows on both left and right of the front door. The shades were shear and dark green and very unclear inside. The tall white door was decorated with glass covered windows and a weird mysterious candle was lit right next to the door. She knocks and the door slowly opens.
Curious and cold, she shivers and walks silently through unknown the vacant home. She quietly closes and locks the door behind her. The floors began to creak and sounded like someone was following her closely. Outside, she hears the unnerving crashing of an unsettling wind. The rain pours violently against the rooftop and windows. The storm tortures her fragile ear and begins to ache. The resemblance of the storm was that of a lion's intimidating rage. She glances over at a picture that kind of uttered parallel of herself. "Who is this woman and why does she look like me?" she asked desperately. Looking closely at the woman in the photo, she wore a long red dress that fitted perfectly to her body. Her long dark brown hair fell to her lower back. Her hair looked so very soft and well taken care of. Her eyes were almond shaped and dark green. Her face was flawless of age and marks. She stood there looking out a balcony window smiling at the moon. It was a very alluring photograph. As if though the photographer had been a lover...
As she starts to look away from the photo, a sudden noise of a broken glass falls somewhere in the house...
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