IGCSE writing to describe

It is a glum and gloomy night. Rain patters against the windows, and wind hisses through the gaps. The long hospital hallway is empty. The tapping of the busy shoes of nurses and doctors echoed from another side of the building. Not a single living thing is in sight. All I can hear is the gale whistling through the windows. All the rooms and wards are full of sleeping ill people. Abruptly the dark green curtain of the emergency room rises to a gust of the wind. It reveals two bodies – one a police sergeant who met his fate at the hands of armed robbers , the other of a gymnast who had a broken neck .Both these men were alive just a few minutes ago when they were brought in. Now they are lifeless with their eyes open as if they were trying to fend off an invisible force to prevent it from taking their souls.

Then along comes the sound of familiar footsteps, for it is time for the nurses to make their rounds, and to proceed immediately to the emergency room but are stunned. Personnel and equipment are scrambled immediately in hopes of reviving them. With the defibrillator they exhaust all means; but their efforts are in vain, for the patients are dead.

Two nurses are about to cover the dead bodies with blankets when the nurse sees that the window of the room is open. A bloodied scythe is lying on the floor. She approaches it with caution. Suddenly she sees a blurry vision. The picture slowly clears. She sees blood splattered on the corridor walls. As soon as she turns the corner, she sees a shadow that’s as black as night and whose face is hidden by a hood. The being has body-like figures beside it, and in the nurse’s eyes she sees that which seemed to be their souls wailing out from their once-alive bodies into the being’s hand. Moans and laughter can be heard. Suddenly, fear strangles the nurse. she has a cold feeling rush through her body. goosebumps engolfed her from head to toe, but the blood within her veins was boiling hot. Everything is now silent. The nurse drops to the ground with a thud which echoed through the corridor.

She then wakes up to the slamming of a door. she is surrounded by silence and fear. Slowly, the door opens. I can now see a disgusting scene in my presence, just like the other two patients. The scythe is swept up from the floor by a black figure in a hood, who gazes out the window to see souls marching towards a black whirlpool: the policeman and the gymnast are now beside him, and with an evil laugh they slowly vanish into thin air.