Wednesday, 2 July 2014
The chair of death the seat series
My legs were so tired I just had to sit down. I couldn't help it I'm even pretty sure someone pushed me and I fell into darkness. Luckily for me I wasn't dead yet. As I woke up I sat on icy grass and squashed flowers I could smell death nearby. With the cold creeping in and you're body goes tense you know it's a place for murders. I look up and see the killer chair with it's silk coverings and woollen pillows. The romour was true. The dreaded chair was literally whispering to me, urging me to sit on it's mouldy floor. But as I stare at it more closely I realise it might actually be comfortable and nice. I slowly sit down aand my heart stops.