[ WS ] Part II : Tone in your story

Tone: Dread. I used /u/AdloraOfSolitude's opening line. **The weak wooden bolt would n't hold the door shut for much longer. ** It was out there, eager to get in. I could hear its bangs, throbbing like a pulse. I could feel the dull thuds in my spine as I pressed my weight against it, each knock sending another tremor through me. Oh God, it's just on the other side of this door! It's really going to get IN! The old wood groaned in protest. The bolt shook violently, mirroring the knocking of my knees. A last lurch against the door and the bolt broke in half with a splintered crack. I exhaled- a death rattle.
