Answer:
Leaving the restaurant, we took the wrong turn into a dark and sketchy alley way. I still smell the stomach turning stench. I still see mold growing on the cheese next to the steps. And I still hear drips off in the distance into a puddle of something. A figure of a man walked up to us, wearing a ripped black trench coat, and a hat that looked like it had been thrown in the ocean for two years, with the smell of cigars trailing behind him. I remember being so scared. My mom stood in front of me and dad in front of her. The man was mumbling stuff, but I couldn't understand. Before I knew it, I was standing paralyzed in front of my parents lying on the floor.
Step-by-step explanation:
I used vivid imagery, describing a gothic setting.