1. write only the moment of realization - from the time Haris senses something is wrong until the moment he realizes he's not alone.

2. Focus on building suspense and tension, not on explaining what happens afterward.

3. Use the techniques that we've learned.

4. You must include this sentence somewhere in your writing: "His heart was in his mouth and his breath came in sharp, rattling gasps."

His heart stopped.

He heard a small creak on the wooden floor behind him, when he turned back no one was there. Then, a small breeze glided around his neck. He looked back and he knew... He wasn't alone.

an eerie feeling rushes up to him....

suddenly... A PENGUIN RUNS TO HIM.... The penguins starts chasing him and runs to him, he manages to go into a room and shuts the doors. The penguin didnt hesitate to pound on the door. "BANG! clink" the door goes after the penguin rushes to the door, haris quickly blocked the door with anything in that room to prevent the penguin from coming in."SCREEECH!" a sound comes from the desk he had used to block the door.

He sat down for a moment to catch his breath. His heart was in his mouth and his breath came in sharp, rattling gasps.

He takes a look around the room, there were moutain of books all over and shelves never ending from top to bottom. It was very clear the room he was in was the library or study. He walked deeper into the library, the further he went the more dust he saw.

"BANG! BANG!" the penguin was pounding on the door, haris ran deeper into the study.

"plop.." haris tripped over his ankle causing him to fall. the penguin grabbed him by the neck....

A soft sound broke the silence, a faint shuffle, like someone dragging something across the floor. His stomach tightened. It’s nothing, he told himself, though his pulse disagreed. He turned slowly, his breath catching in his throat. Every creak of the floor felt louder, closer.

His heart was in his mouth and his breath came in sharp, rattling gasps.

Then, from the darkness behind him, came the unmistakable sound of someone else breathing.

The penguin grabbed him by his ankle and dragged him into a bedroom.

"Happy birthday Haris!! HONK!!!" many people came behind from a bed, desk and dresser, he had been so focused on planning to explore the house that he had forgot it was his birthday.

*woooodoodoo sound or thinking sound

"and kids thats how we all became closer and ended up like this"

*kid screaming and foaming at the mouth and toddler noises

Then he heard it. A soft dragging noise coming from the corridor behind him. His heart was in his mouth and his breath came in sharp rattling gasps. He turned slowly, shining his flashlight toward the sound. The beam shook in his hand. The noise stopped, but he could feel it. Someone else was there.

A creak came from behind him.

His heart was in his mouth and his breath came in sharp, rattling gasps.Trying to recall if he had possibly missed something while eyeing the interior. Perhaps not. He turned his head slowly, but there was nothing there except for cobwebs and the dusty arch that came between the walls. He suddenly felt a cold gush of wind blow through him.

Haris stood at the start of the murky, dark hallway; the dim light behind him flickered weakly. The air felt heavy; his footsteps echoed with every careful step forward. Haris froze in his steps, his heart was in his mouth, and his breath came in sharp, rattling gasps. At the end of the hallway, a silhouette moved slowly.

Haris knew he was not alone.

Haris tried not to panic; he stepped back towards a door, but the door slammed shut. The air grew colder, and suddenly, he saw his best friend. He let out a sigh of relief. He thought it was a prank... He walked closer to his best friend until he realized it was just a ghostly figure of what seemed like his best friend. Haris screamed and dropped his flashlight. The figure was moving very fast; it got closer and closer to Haris.

The lights went out.

The next morning, Haris's friends came to the entrance to find him, but there were no traces of anyone there. They searched every room, and yet the only thing they found was his broken flashlight. It lay in front of a locked red door.

Then came a whisper.

“Haris….”

The voice was faint but clear. His heart was in his mouth and his breath came in a sharp, rattling gasp. His hands shook so much that the flashlight almost slipped. He didn’t want to move, but something inside him pushed him forward. The voice came again, a little louder this time, as if it was waiting for him upstairs. He slowly climbed the steps, one by one. The stairs creaked under his shoes. At the top, a door stood half open. Pale light flickered from inside. He took a deep breath and stepped in. The room was empty except for a large, dusty mirror. He wiped the glass with his sleeve and stared at his reflection. Then, suddenly, another shape appeared behind him. It looked like a shadow ,tall, twisted, and smiling faintly.

Haris spun around fast. The room was empty. When he looked back, cracks were spreading across the mirror. From those cracks, dark smoke began to crawl out, slowly filling the room. The whisper grew louder, sharper, almost angry. Terrified, Haris stumbled back and ran. His footsteps echoed through the house. The whispers followed him, faster and closer. He could almost feel cold fingers brushing his neck. He saw the door at the end of the hall and ran toward it, pushing it open with all his strength. Cold night air hit his face. He fell onto the ground outside, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling fast. The whispers stopped. The house was quiet again. When morning came, Haris went back. The mansion stood still and calm, like nothing had ever happened. His friends didn’t believe him, but Haris couldn’t forget. That night, as he lay in bed, half asleep, he felt something cold beside his ear.

Then he heard it again ,soft, and almost smiling.

“Haris….."

Haris stopped walking. Something felt off, like he was being watched. The house was so quiet that he could hear his own footsteps. Then he heard it - slow, careful steps and a faint shuffle behind him. His skin prickled, and the hair on his neck stood up. His heart was in his mouth and his breath came in sharp, rattling gasps. Slowly, he turned around and saw the bottle he had just picked up lying on the floor again… rolling gently toward him. That’s when he realized he was not alone.

Still trembling, he forced himself to go upstairs, the creaking steps after him. In one of the rooms, he heard the same sound again — a slow, dragging creak. Terrified, he ran down the stairs and out of the mansion, crying. Behind him, he heard someone running and shouting, “Help! Help!” As the figure got closer, the voice turned into laughter. Haris froze — then realized it was just his friend, the one who had dared him to go in.