It was calm outside. The wind was blowing, but not to hard. The time is 8:59 p.m. it is very calm out here. The only noise that can be heard are the crickets in the wheat field, and the cars that rarely pass the red, old barn. Beside the barn was a green tractor, which was rusted. Just a little. This particular barn was old and painted red. The red paint was worn, but not too much. The barn itself is quite unstable. The inside of the barn isn't that much better than the outside. There are no stables in this barn .There was a red gas can sitting inside of the middle of this barn. but to the left there was a shelf. On this shelf there was a hammer, nails, a chainsaw, a hacksaw, and a cordless nail gun. In the far right corner of this barn there was a small trap door. If one would lift up this door, they might find a quite unpleasant oder. It smelled like a wet dog mixed with a dead rabbit that had been rotting for two weeks. With the smell put aside, when a particular human being would lift this door up, they would see a latter. Now, let's put someone in a situation like this.
I already have chapter one finished. I will post it soon.Be harsh with the comments on what could be fixed.
