Dove eravamo rimasti?
I breathed heavily, I was worried but also curious at the same time. I didn’t know what would happen, but anyway I was determined to know the truth. So, step by step, I reached the door to the basement… “Crack, crack”, it was the only sound I was able to hear, coming from the creaking stairs that, however harmless, seemed deafening to my fearful mind. My glance moved to the red door and I couldn’t open it because of the wooden palings that covered it, but, thanks to the ax I had found in the emergency box, I managed to open it. I found myself in front of a big dusty library that blocked the entrance. Armed with courage, I pushed it causing a stunning din and finally I came into the basement. The first feeling I felt was the stifling unpleasant smell, given by the dampness of the place, but also by the fact that this place had been closed for a long time. As my glance got down, I screamed: there was a dead man in the room! Anxiety, terror, discouragement, these were the only feelings I felt at that time. Rivers of tears streaked my scared face. I reached slowly and with caution the dead man and, after making sure that he was really dead, I took a big breath and I tried to calm myself to make a decision.
What will the mysterious man do?
- The door behind him will close, forever. (0%)0
- Scared, he will run away shouting. (50%)50
- He will call the police. (50%)50