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First Impression: Well, this was a very intriguing prologue, one where it appears that we've lost someone in a terrible fire here, certainly something that will make you want to read on to find out more.
Anyway let's get right to it,
The flames licking up the old house illuminated the dark surroundings, the black smoke barely visible against the velvet night sky. We’d escaped, and lay collapsed in a heap nearby. I got up, and performed a quick head count. There were only four of us. My friends averted their gazes when I asked if he was still in there. A definite yes. Without thinking, I turned and ran back into the building.
Well, that looks like a bit of a horrible situation to be in. It appears the house of whoever these four people are is burning down and they've just about managed to make their way out. Judging by the head count there, it appears somebody had been left inside said burning house. Well, that's certainly a very attention grabby start here.
How were the ghosts inside reacting to the fire? If they were trapped in the house, what would happen if it burnt down to the ground? Smoke got into my eyes, making them water so I could barely see a thing. I could hardly breathe as well – damn you, asthma. I felt cold fingers digging into my skin as I ran to the stairs to the next floor. If he’d stayed up the top after saving me, then I had a long way to go.
Okay....the mention of ghosts and their fate when tied to a house that's rapidly burning down is certainly a very interesting detail. Although if this person is just running to try and save someone, I highly doubt this is the kind of random thought that would be popping into one's head.
Looking back at this whole ordeal, we were huge freaking idiots. I mean, all teenagers are, really, but we all have epic levels of stupidity. Who the hell goes into a creepy old house, even if it’s the perfect place to film a dumb assignment? We do, I guess. See? Idiots. What makes it even worse is that we were literally getting pulled out of there. Miki told us she felt weird. I’m never doubting her intuition again, that’s for sure.
Okay...well, you know...sometime silly decision are made...but hmm, well this one seems to be a little bit harsh on themselves here...and hmm, well intuition like that is certainly something that should be taken note off...now this series of thoughts do somewhat make more sense for this current situation.
It’s getting harder and harder to breathe, and I haven’t even made it to the stairs yet. I think my arm got burned as I ran past a burning couch, but I could be imagining it. Ghosts keep pulling me to the side, towards areas that are aflame. Someone is calling my name, but I’ve finally made it to the stairs – I can’t give up now! There’s more oxygen towards the ground, right? I fell to my knees, and began to crawl up the stairs. I’d probably fall over if I walked instead, I’m that dizzy.
Okay...mentioning the ghosts now as they are actually affecting this person is probably a better idea. Also I really do love the way that you're describing this jaunt through the burning house. You can slowly see the person feeling the effects of being inside it and that is definitely a nice touch that is true to how this sort of thing would happen in reality.
Something grabbed me around my torso, and I panicked; kicking out. My weak movements didn’t deter my captor, and I was hoisted off the stairs. I was ready to fight to get away, but when I was turned around, it wasn’t some strong spirit or anything, but a firefighter. He’d be able to help.
Ohh, well that was a fun surprise, I liked that little twist. It makes a lot of sense that for a fire as crazy as that, the firefighters would be coming quite quickly. A lot of people in the neighborhood would called them by now.
My dwindling hope was extinguished when he started to carry me, bridal-style, away from the stairs and out of the building. I tried to tell him that there was still someone upstairs, but talking is a harder task than breathing, and that was getting harder and harder by the second. I glanced back to the stairway as we made it to the front door, Tears pricked at my eyes, this time though, not from smoke.
I’m so sorry...
Oh dear well, you'd have to assume the others who escaped may have seen the firefighters and potentially told them of anyone else in the building but I suppose this person is probably not able to think quite that far in their current state. Well, a bit of a sad ending there at the end I suppose...realistic certainly, but yes....a failed attempt attempt at saving someone to start things off...
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall, this was a pretty solid prologue that you've got here. I would certainly read on to find our more in this story. Well....at any rate, that's about all I've gotta say here.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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