IGCSE Writing to Describe (real one)

As I approach the abandoned school building, it looks surprisingly decrepit. From a distance, the brick structure is ancient and worn. The edifice has taken a beating. The rain is falling heavily with huge force and the raindrops are like sharp spikes shooting in my face. The wind buffets me, pushing me from side to side, making me lose my balance. I keep moving forward into the deluge.

I see a gateway. Slowly walking up to it straining my eyes from a distance, I see cracks in the door; maybe it had been hit with a bullet or a blunt object- it’s hard to tell. I notice the door half-open. The jagged glass in the inside door shows a hole which automatically catches my attention. As I peak through the bullet hole, I see a shadow quickly disappearing down the corridor. I decide to enter as I cannot move my eyes onto anything else. Almost like a curious drive which gave me the feeling that I must go in. As I step into the huge dark blue door that towers above me, my heart beats with much more emphasises as I quiver at the sight of anything. As I measure my steps forward into the corridor, the darkness wraps around me as I was trembling with fear.

A loud bang. The front door slams shut behind me. Empty drink cans and crisp packets lie scattered across the floor glinting in the flickering dim light that only just reveals the path to the staircase. Nervously, I walk towards the side stairs trying not to alert anyone. A sense of trepidation almost overwhelms me. I become frantic and my nerves jangle as I hear the clattering and rattling of stainless rooftops as they slam to the ground. As I walk towards the sound, the lights stutter off and on. I feel a cold rush of air blast past my face. As I walk through the unlit corridor, I hear the creak of many doors as the wind plays tricks on my mind. The rain pounds down with huge beatings sounding out my hearing.

As I enter room 205, I am startled by the crazy disorganization of the room. Abruptly paralysed, I am barely able to move any part of my body. My movements freeze. The force of the wind has complete dominance over the classroom: double-glazed windows are shattered, old chrome chairs lie broken; ruined, magenta violet curtains billow out, gold tables are tossed all over the place. The black and grey classroom seems almost shadow like with its thick swirling mist. The cold and eerie sensation of the room makes the hairs on my body stick up and a massive shiver cascades down my spine. A rapid trembling motion convulses me as the sinister and ghostly atmosphere closes in. My stomach turns, making me suspicious of everything-even the long lost teacher’s mug looks sinister. My fear became a poison within me.

Suddenly, I hear the faintest of screeches behind me: a scare, a suspicion, a horror. It sounds like footsteps. I strain my ears to try and hear in which direction the noise is coming from. I turn around in total anxiety. I walk slowly towards the door. As I turn right, I quiver like a terrified animal. The lights spasm on and off as I creep down the corridor.

All at once, I see blood dripping down the stairs. Anxiously, I track the blood. It leads me through the science corridor. Unblinkingly, I keep following the dripping blood, thinking it may take me somewhere. After stumbling blindly from corridor to corridor, my physical state tells me I can’t walk any further, but my mind tells me I have to keep going.

In an instant, another screech faintly behind me completely immobilizes me. Somehow I swivel around to see what is behind me. As I slowly do so, realising my slim chance of staying alive, a shadow flashes before my eyes. I dive down to the exit.

All of a sudden, the lights turn off. The pips scream out, ricocheting through my brain like gunshots. I look left and right, wondering which direction is closest to the exit. I turn left……………………………………………………..

Personification or metaphor.