Most of my brothers tumbled out as the man stumbled for his Ski poles but I was stuck. I was consumed With panic, praying somehow, someway I would get out before I melt. As the man started to ski down the mountain again, I started to feel the heat. Boiling, sizzling, searing heat which I have never felt before, and don’t want to ever feel again. A weird sensation began to set in, like I was melting away.
I rushed to the exit as best I could, but my legs gave out halfway there. I attempted to crawl away from the burning building and made it halfway across the hall before a random log came crashing down and pinned me to the floor. I tried to push it off me, but it was scalding hot. I had just given up before I heard a voice cry out from near the exit. “Scoobert Doobert!
When he finally made it to an available nurse he barley said in between breaths “Room...134...she...her heart monitor...stopped.” She heard this and immediately ran towards her room. Tony barely could keep up with her and heard her say “Doctors we have a situation in room 134 I need assistance right now!”They finally made it to the room and declared her dead at the spot. “No...No this can’t be happening!” Tony said starting to cry. “Tony” a man that he didn’t recognize said as he walked into the room. “My name is Dr. Moore I need to ask you a few questions if you’re up to it.” Tony thought for a second and finally answered “I’m ready.
Vesuvius. “Mother, Vulcan has decided to punish me for befriending a Christian!” cried Pompeius, desperate to escape the situation. “We must depart immediately, I shall have to inform the slaves immediately. Go and grab a scroll and write a message to Plinius.” “Are we still going to depart towards Pater, in Rome?” “Yes my dear, but hurry.” To the surprise of Pompeius, a gargantuan column of dark, deadly smoke suddenly shot out of the volcano like a thunderbolt, quick but deadly. Pompeius’ first instinct, was to run for his life.
Then dashed away to find a way out, in a dark and hopeless feeling after what he glanced at. As he keeps fearing he sees a door that thought was an exit, but when Matthew came in and closed the door, he finds himself in a chambered room full of many skulls that weren't fraudulent. Matthew screams into the empty space until he was sure he couldn’t breathe anymore.He observed a safe with fractured, aged-looking skulls around a safe door with a prodigious sized lock. Matt turns the safe slightly to the right. He hears a deafening reverberation after a few seconds and cautiously turns over his left shoulder to see Emma with her head unattached lying on her stomach on a doctor’s examination table and a black-hooded, masked person is right in front of her corpse.
We burn our soul to feed it,” Trey choked. Robert’s knife had already slit his cheek, about to tear it at any time. “But the man, the ghost-like monster, who stared through your window, it’s not me.” Trey's hand steadily moved to the Robert's forearm, “I may be a monster, and I’m always in doubt whether restraining the monster in me would ever bring me any good. But if I have to become your worthy nightmare, it’ll never be like the thing you've just whined
As the volume increases, pressure decreases creating an area of sub atmospheric pressure within the lungs. Due to the pressure gradient created, air is able to rush into the lungs from higher pressure outside the body to the lower pressure inside the lungs. Air continues to flow into the lungs until pressure is in equilibrium. Due to the increased
In the “Monkey's Paw” the suspense it much quicker because there is not much wait in the “The Tell-Tale Heart”.The Suspense in a story makes it to where the audience is on the edge of their seat waiting to see what happens next. In the “Monkey’s Paw,” the text says, “A third knock sounded through the house.“What’s that? ” cried the old woman, starting up.“A rat,” said the old man in shaking tones—“a rat. It passed me on the stairs.”His wife sat up in bed listening. A loud knock resounded through the house.
Eyes flashing open in an instant. The rush, the adrenaline, pumping through my body like a drug. Jumping out of bed, stumbling to find the pager, my shirt and car keys. Kicking my foot on the desk as I rush to get out the door. I manage to take a glance at your clock, but I can’t let my eyes adjust, I think I see 2:17am, that doesn’t matter; it’s just a time.
The killer is in the room and he only has a limited period of time to save himself from danger. The final scene of “Rear Window” is a fight against time. L.B Jeffries is stuck in a cast and he can not defend himself but Mr. Thorwald is in his room and ready to attack him. The police are also on their way to Jeffries room to arrest Thorwald. Jeffries does what he can to get more time so he uses his camera flash to blind Thorwald.
I don’t think it is long before the legendary angel cry for help will hit everyone’s eardrums. The wound completely seals with charred skin and flesh, effectively stopping the river of blood from releasing. “E-e-e-eric…” Mykel moans, looking to me. “Oh dear.” The man feigns a gasp. I swallow and Mykel chokes on his breath.
“OW!” He exclaims, snatching his hand away from her face- moments after it moves away, she feels a small trickle of blood slide down her neck. She opens her mouth again to scream but stops dead in her tracks. A very cold and sharp object pokes lightly into the skin under her ear- and she realises that blood she felt wasn’t Rhett’s, it was her’s. “ I don’t want to hurt you Peony- but you screaming like that is going to attract an entire bloody swarm of walkers to flood this camp. After that neither of us will have supplies!
Jack was falling head first towards the pavement with the only protection coming from his outstretched arms. Time and motion seemed to slow down, but the outcome was inevitable. Jack screamed in complete fear, knowing what was to come once he hit the ground. The ground devoured his arms as they collided. His arms were destroyed as blood filled the space around him.
The announcer sends them off. The metal chain clicks again, slowly they go up, and just like that they are there. They drop, and the people scream. We wait for the next car, my mind is saying no, no, no. My brother is excited and so is my dad, I 'm sweating my shirt through.
My hands went up my neck and as I pulled my hands back, they were were soaking in the red substance. My blood. Black dots appeared at the edge of my vision, but I made my way over to the side of the battle field where my dear friend worked in helping the injured men. She rushed over to me as I called out her name, my voice hoarse, She looked horrified at me and brought me inside a tent in which she stitched up my wound, but not before I let the darkness take over