I finished the first part of a short story I'm working on I would like feedback and opinions on how it could be better. If you like what you see say it down in the comments. Also, this is a rough draft so if theres one or two mistakes the'll be fixed eventually.

         I awoke in a cold sweat, which is strang since I just fell asleep thirteen minutes ago. Even more alarming was that I woke up in a completely different room. I laid frozen in bed, no on a bare mattress.

"Didn't I fell asleep in my normal bed?"

         Not only that but it seemed that I'm wasn't the only person to have this happen to them since they were a skeletons on a bloodier bed next to me aranged by type of bone. The walls were covered in vintage pictures of people and familys I didn't know, the picture also looked like they were juct put up on the wall and dusted. There was a special picture that grabed my attention. It was a picture of family posed in a triangular formation kids knelling on the bottom and what i suspect is there dad standing behind them wearing a plain black suit with a shamrock charm in the front pocket.

          The air in the room was dusty and still, and the floor was no different. The bare wood floor had a thin layer of dust on it and every step I toke kicked up more dust. The room was dark with the only source of light coming from a alarm colck next to the bed i woke up in. The room seemed like it was abandond a long time ago, but how did the skeletons get here? What expains the dusted pictures on the wall?

"I can't belive how calm I am right now, shouldn't be more worried?"

          It was right after that though that I relized how drastic the situation was. I was overcomed by a sudden rush of panic.

"I have to get out of hear!"

            Immediatley tried to find a light switch,trying to get a better grasp on what is going on. I was touching the wall trying to find a switch when I was shocked by an old light switch. I wanted to scream in pain but it wasn't like anyone would hear me. The room seemed much less safe when I fliped the switch, since the fiirst thing I saw was the petrified image of myself in one of the pictures. My emerald green eyes, the freckals and the crazy red bedhair. It was me all right but in a 20's style picture. I was about to lose my mind when I saw the only reasuring thing in the room, a errie screen door that lead to a ominous hallway.

"Should I even try to go down this hallway?"

           Like I even had a choice, the room was dirty, creeping and old and the only exit was this hallway. It seemed like it was at least an hoour (allthough it was obiously only a couple of seconds) when I took my first step in the hallway. The first step would deprive me of my illusion of false security and the illusion of sanity.

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