Heart races with impending doom from "summary" of Haunted House by Jan Pienkowski
The feeling creeps up slowly, like a shadow inching across the floor. Your heart, once beating steadily, now hammers against your ribs, as if trying to break free from your chest. You can almost taste the metallic tang of fear in the air, as your body tenses in anticipation of what is to come.
Your mind races with a thousand thoughts, each more terrifying than the last. What if something terrible is waiting just around the corner? What if you are not alone in this dark, foreboding place? The sense of impending doom hangs heavy in the air, pressing down on you like a weight you cannot shake off.
Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind, sends shivers down your spine. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, as you struggle to keep your composure in the face of the unknown. The darkness seems to close in around you, suffocating and oppressive, as if it has a life of its own.
You try to tell yourself that it is just your imagination running wild, that there is nothing to fear but fear itself. But deep down, you know that something is not right, that the feeling of dread is all too real. Your instincts scream at you to run, to get as far away from this haunted house as you possibly can.
But you are frozen in place, unable to move, unable to escape the clutches of the terror that grips you. And so you stand there, heart racing, mind reeling, as the ghostly specters of your worst nightmares draw ever closer.
