My Recount

 This is an imaginative recount I wrote using my imagination and the features of a normal recount. I have been learning how to use sophisticated punctuation such as colons, semicolons, and dashes. I have also been learning to use short sentences for effect. I think my next step is getting good at building a mood of suspense in my writing.  

HOPE YOU ENJOY:)

Locked Away

I peered into the depths of the lifeless, lightless gun tunnels, the abyss of darkness sent chills up my spine.

“It's not too late to go back,” Ray uttered. I ignored him and continued.

The never-ending tunnels were built to hold superguns in the war - once bustling and industrious but were

now nothing but a relic. I crept in with Ray close behind me, my torch flickered then threw up a sphere of

light. Our footsteps echoed throughout the abandoned tunnels as I breathed in the stale air. The exit got

further, And further away.      

The darkness stretched on and on, it wasn't stopping anytime soon. Ray made sure to stay close next to me as

we continued to venture through the tunnel. Eventually, the pathway split into four directions; one continued

on straight, and the other two both had signs saying:  DANGER. Nuclear weapons. Ray glanced at me and

I glanced back, we both wanted to go straight but didn't have the guts to say so. Instead, I said nothing and

turned left to see a long flight of stairs leading down deeper into the mountain. “Should we?” I asked,

“No matter what I say you're gonna go down anyway” Ray replied, “True. alright, let's go” I declared.

We descended down the stairs, I kept hearing noises but didn't want to be the first to get scared. Why were

these tunnels so long? The further we went into the mountain the louder the noises got. I had a really bad

feeling about that lingered like a bad smell, but kept sucked it up and kept going. We went for a bit longer

before the stairway stopped. 

I paused. My instinct told me not to go any further but my ego spoke louder; I didn't want to be the one to turn

back first, especially since we've come this far. “What's wrong?” Ray whispered, “you're not scared are you?

” he added, “of course not” I snapped. We had been walking for ages now and could see a room up ahead,

I crept towards the room with Ray in front this time, my heart was racing. What was in the room? Ray

entered the room and froze in his tracks; he did nothing but stare. “What's wrong?” I asked, “scared?” I said

mockingly, I looked over his shoulder, and there lay a pile of bones almost to the roof. I stood in awe,

were they human? Animal? It didn't matter- all that mattered was we had to get out of there. I didn't care

about being a scaredy-cat, I just wanted to get out of here. I grabbed Ray by the wrist and sprinted through

the tunnel and up the stairs. I ran faster than I've ever ran before. I could see the crack of sunlight through

the door; we were getting close, just a bit further! Suddenly the slit of sunlight disappeared and the iron door

closed with a BANG. “NOOOOO! Help!” I cried. there was no answer, just a quiet CLICK. It was locked.

I bolted towards the door and hammered my hand against the solid, iron door until my hands were bruised,

No reply, I tried again. Nothing. I reassured Ray, “someone will come back. I'm sure.”