An old ruin by Jago

An old ruin towers above me. 'Squeak', what was that? Oh, it was only the floor boards creeking me feet. It feels like a battle field which was bombed. The stone walls seems like they are jumping out at me, trying to scare my every move. The smoke is like a storm cloud hovering above me. The sound of birds squawking up on the roof freaks me out. The taste of the old, musty atmosphere of this house dries my mouth out. I feel very unsafe.