Peering out, my eyes landed on a body. A thick metal spike was stuck through the head and pinned it to the wood of the door. The body belonged to a short woman with frizzy blonde hair, maybe around thirty years old. Her pale eyes were decorated with a familiar green pigment. My hand slapped over my mouth, and I shut the door. When I heaved my body weight against the door, my knees betrayed me and I slid into a crouched position behind the door.
how many times can one person use the word door in a matter of only a few sentences?
