The series of events that make up the actual story of a play is its plot.
The full moon shines brightly through the trees, making it my only source of light. My heart beats faster than a drum as I walk through the mysterious forest. After hours upon hours of wondering, I stumble upon a shed. Looking at it send shivers down my spine and the feeling of someone watching me strengthens. Not having any other source of shelter, I boldly walk towards the house. My vision starts to darken and my head pounds, but I continue to get closer. I can feel my body shutting down, as if I'm entering a trance. Yet I can't stop walking towards the house. My hand touches the doorknob, but at the same time I feel something touch my shoulder. I glance behind me and there it was. The next thing I knew I blacked out.
This is more of a short ish story that I rushed so you can add or delete anything you dislike, I'm not that good at writing im sorry!
Do you know how I get to the post office
do you know why he left so soon?
