It's been forever since I've been in this house. Iscolated back in the woods, child hood memories locked up in it. Not ever coming out. The leaves crunch while I walk. My muscles tense and frigid. My stomach stiring up something...that I will probably regret. Why am I....so scared to go in here? I look at it. Broken floor boards. It's so quiet I can hear the blood roar in my ears. Anticipating. I feel like I am prey...waiting to be pounced on, but, I'm not sure why? I fumble with my hands as the dark shadows of the house loomed over me. My breath is a fog in the wind. My hair wisps against my ears. I step on to the wooden step. It barely breaks through. One disrupt sound in the forest. I take a breath, and walk in.
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The word “shock” is a concrete noun
