ARTHUR

The wind blows hard against my face as I highlight from the Uber driver who waves me off goddbye, I stand before the number at the door block 27 but somehow I get a odd and creepy feeling as cold chills runs down my spine like something bad is about to go down,

I look towards the gate for the interxim about to pirees the button but my mind tells me other wise I look around to scale the fence and the environment, no one seems to be lurking around I jump on my feets towards ...