Week 33 The Last Breath By Colin

I could feel my breath getting heavier. “I AM going to die in a small shed.” I thought. I rummaged in my pocket for my phone and found it. I turned on my phone and it was on 3%. I turned on the flashlight and looked around the still room. I only heard a quiet creak. I saw a small hat on a little table. I pressed my back on the cold locked door. I tried to break the door off its rusty hinges. Then I thought why was that hat on the table. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I looked at the table and saw the hat was gone. I suddenly felt cold breathing behind me…

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