![]() ![]() ![]() if I drag her in, she howls and whimpers and shivers, she can't wait to leave. Something about two metres long, and it was moving closer! We started running, a feeling of dread following us. Something was under the huge thick blanket of leaves. Not long after that, the ferns beside the path started rustling. My friend had seen something white moving down in the gully to the right I had seen a black creature rolling down the dusty hill to the left. Ten minutes later, we both froze at the same moment. At one point we both heard the sound of a woman crying, and I got the vision of a woman crouching in the bush, hugging two small children, crying. When we turned around there would be nothing there. Before I could describe it to her, she told me of HER weird dream, which was exactly the same as mine! That weekend, I walked there with one friend and on the whole walk there (about a half hour) we kept seeing a black dog following us in the corner of our eye, and hearing its footsteps on the dead grass. The next day I went to school and said to my friend that I had a weird dream. The concrete wall opened up, and I saw a human silhouette with horns, surrounded with fire. One night I dreamt I was at the tunnel at night, and was standing in front of the gate to hell. Touching the words, we felt something crawling over our hands, like hundreds of claws, a sensation of falling and our hand seemed to sink into the wall, we had to pull each other out of it. An indented archway in the wall has the words 'gate to hell' in red paint. When we touched the walls we got a vision of the tunnel crumbling and men with dirty faces trying to escape the falling concrete. Looking away dizzily, the darkness faded and the walls settled. CHUCKLES: Rafael, seriously, its not right. And tonight, under the light of the full moon,we will be opening our doors to someone new. The school behind these gatesprotects the secrets of people like me. Everything darkened, illuminating the words, which stood out bigger than before, in blood red. I come from a long line of the villainsin the tales youve heard about vampires,werewolves, witches, and everything in between. When we looked at it, the walls seemed to quiver and sway, wriggling like a million cockroaches. Of all the graffiti on the walls, we were drawn to one, which said 'Rest in peace b**ch' in red paint. The first time I walked there with my two friends, we got a creepy feeling as we approached the dark entrance (the tunnel is bent in the middle, so you can't see one end from the other). They are buried under a large rock across the road from my house. ![]() When it was first being built, it had fallen down, killing the workers. The tunnel is in the middle of the bush it used to be a train tunnel. Last year, when I was 14, two of my friends and I used to walk down to 'The Tunnel' every weekend. ![]()
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