How To Write A Gothic Story

It was a beautiful day, the sun beaming bright. Her footsteps sounded off the walls of the alley. Uproar of cars and angry drivers in the distance.The pounding of footsteps against the pavement somehow carrying a hurried sort of nervousness, but she didn’t know why she was so disturbed. It was barely the afternoon. Her parents were on a trip, out of town, and won't be back for another week, and she considered herself lucky. Still, something today was making her skin crawl. She got the chills and picked up the pace, thankful that her apartment is just down the alley to the right.
The mouth of the alley opened up just a few more steps away, and she hurried her pace to a jog, feeling just a little silly. After all she is in Chicago, which is
still titled as the most dangerous city in the country; she had a reason to be so paranoid. But why did she feel like something was different?
When she reached the mouth of the alley, she stopped, looking around and desperately trying to retrieve oxygen after realizing that she can’t breath. The sky bright with an orange-blood red color, and suddenly everything stopped in front of her eyes. She was filled with great shock and disbelief, then a rush of waves just came at her and everything was loud, so loud that it was unbearable. All she could hear was a ringing noise. Glass shattering from the buildings all around her. From the corner of her eye, a car erupts into flames. She finally caught her breath.