"The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts." --Italo Calvino
Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind
Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind
Now slip, now slide, now move unseen
Above, beneath, betwixt, between.
--Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
We are going to be writing a spooky, classic Victorian ghost story! I will write the first part of the story, and you will finish it. You are required to write at least two full paragraphs, but you can always write more! As you can guess, for this one, you do not have to cite textual evidence or respond to classmates. This is a creative writing assignment. :)
The Haunting of Harrow Hall
by 3rd Period
By the time we arrived at Harrow Hall, dark had swallowed the estate and a grey, slow mist had begun to carpet the grounds. The old, vast estate was far out in the English countryside and had been owned by a duke of low standing, a man known to have wasted his wealth on horses and cards. Giving up on the world, he isolated himself behind the stones of Harrow Hall, far from any town or person, locking the iron gates and slowly decaying into a solitary death. It changed hands many times, descending down the generations of Harrow sons and daughters, crumbling in decline with each generation of misuse, neglect, and finally abandon, until at last it ended up mine, a final inheritance from my long-dead ancestry.
As we approached the looming iron gates in our coach, I thought I saw the faintest whisper of a white dress disappearing behind a tree. It startled me -- my heart drummed in my ears and my hands clenched the reins all the tighter -- but my companions claimed to have seen nothing. I dismissed it as fatigue from our long journey, my tired eyes playing tricks. Once the old stone house rose before us, we moved warily up the walk. Suddenly, I felt a chill at my neck, as if thin, cold fingertips brushed by, but when I turned, I saw nothing but the deep darkness and the rising mist. In the house, one window held the flickering light of a candle, the caretaker waiting for our party, and I felt relief at the sight of another living soul.
The caretaker was an elderly man clothed in a threadbare black suit, a somber ashen face, whose eyes refused to meet our own. "I'll show you to your rooms." He gazed down at the floor, glancing occasionally to the side through creased eyelids to examine us. "What was he avoiding?" I thought. "What doesn't he want to see?"
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If your comment is too long to fit, break it up into two and reply to your own comment with the second half of your story. :)
ReplyDeleteHow long is the character limit for each comment, exactly? I may write too much.
DeleteI'm not sure, Jun. I will investigate.
DeleteIn the meantime, be sure to type it in a doc or Word first, just to be sure.
Hello, Jun. I called in Sherlock and the gang and found that the max character limit is 4,096.
DeleteGreat! I'll make sure to reply to myself so I can fit in the entire story! :D
DeleteWhen the caretaker took us to the large room, we observed it. The room was not maintained and had cobwebs everywhere. We spent a long time trying to unpack our luggage without letting all of our stuff get dirty. I looked inside of the closet and I was horrified. There was a decaying skeleton laying inside the closet. We filled the manor with loud shrieks.The caretaker barged into the room to comfort us and said,"Oh, don't worry that just-. Oh, I see you have found my old body."My friends and I screamed loudly.
ReplyDelete"You must not escape, you lot have seen too much," the caretaker bellowed. The caretaker left the room and locked the door from the outside. "We have have to escape this, this haunted mansion," I cried. We searched the dusty room for a possible escape for hours and eventually we gave up. I just layed down on the dusty matress and forced myself to sleep.
The next morning, we continued our seach for escape. The caretaker entered the room and said,"You have one hour to live. Say your final words and I will put an end to all of you." We continued the search but in a panicked and speedy way. I noticed there was only one book on the shelf and decided to take a look at it. I was about to t\take it off the shelf until the shelf shifted over and revealed and escape path. We sprinted out and escaped. After, the inccedent, we never entered that manor again.
We slowly walked up the stairs, not knowing what could be up ahead. For the caretaker was acting quite suspicious." There's something I don't like about him" I think to myself. There is a loud thumping noise when we arrive at the top of the stairs. It was a dog, with a beautiful black slick coat and dark gray paws. He barks, like he is welcoming us to our new home. Another one runs up, about the same size as the German Shepherd, sits down and glares. "These two are Shadow and Storm, both brothers." spoke the caretaker. The two of them walk off, and we are taken to our rooms.
ReplyDeleteThe room I was given was a decent size, yet the room itself was not as decent. "Enjoy" says the caretaker as he walks away. "Well this is very um..... nice" I say to myself. I place my stuff on the floor and take a good look around the room. The window wasn't broken nor were the walls cracked. When i finish I am called for dinner, yet I don't go down for I feel some sort of strange presence. I take a step towards the door, something wet falls down the side of my cheek. I look up and there up on the ceiling was a body, just killed a few moments ago.
I stare in horror, my hands clasped over my mouth tears rolling down my face in fear. I drop down onto the floor. I can't hold it in anymore and scream at the top of my lungs. Shadow and Storm bolt towards the door and everyone dashes upstairs. The two dogs enter and look around. When the rest enter the room, they see nothing but the room itself. They don't notice, but I am on the ceiling now, looking down on them, terrified and in agony. They all still live at the Harrow Hall never knowing what happened to me, or that they are in danger. For one day they will be just like me.
- Taylor S.
Whoa! You guys are spooking me out!!
ReplyDeleteI shook off the thought, silently laughing at myself for having such an absurd state of mind. The man shuffled forward, glancing only once to see if we were trailing behind. The path to the household was partially worn through -- weeds and bushels spindled upwards, the mist seeping through the exposed parts of their stems. The stones were cluttered together, withered plants emerging from the cracks like worms yearning for the cold drum of rain against the ground. Once, Harrow Hall was a beautiful place with a peaceful garden and a gorgeous, well maintained entrance. It seemed the house lost its composure as it aged, much like how the elderly drooped and wrinkled when becoming older.
ReplyDeleteWe reached the veranda -- thick columns spiraled upwards, looking majestically faded and worn through. The brick of the walls looked as if someone had dumped a large amount of stain remover upon it and scrubbed the once colorful building materials until they were drab and bland. The house looked entirely different up close -- from afar it was shrouded in a thick fog. Harrow Hall seemed eerily quiet, almost as if it were watching us from afar, but close enough to feel the gaze of its faded out eyes on our backs. I shuddered and pulled my green shawl closer to my neck. I considered pleading with Georgia and Sardonia to leave this place and find an inn close by to rest. I knew the two of them would disagree and I would most likely have to go along with the plan -- after all, it would be a two against one quarrel, something I would most likely lose to. The caretaker produced a splotched, copper key from his faded trench-coat and pushed the thing into the lock. Compared to the rest of the frighteningly intricate manor, the door was plain and simple -- it also seemed to have a decent amount of color. It was most likely new or remodeled from the old one and my suspicions were confirmed when the door swung open with a creak or hitch. The inside of the manor was dark, so very dark and dusty. For once, I was glad of the annoyingly formal white gloves I was required to wear by my parents; they shielded my hands from any mold or spores capable of landing on them. I could barely make out anything -- I knew there was an old, grandfather clock in the room by it’s telltale click noises and that the room was meant for receiving guests. I frowned. The place looked as if it had not been used for decades, which was a shame because I quite fancied elegant rooms with alluring objects. Georgia seemed to notice my upset visage and gave me a reassuring smile.
“We’re only staying for a day -- a day and no more,” she said, patting my head as if I were a younger sibling. It was slightly vexing; I was the oldest one of the group, but the two girls treated me as if I was a child due to my small complexion.
Delete“Do listen to her, Alaska,” Sardonia said, gesturing for us to follow the man to our rooms. He led us up the spiraling stairs, giving us no chance to take note of the web filled barriers with layers of dust resting peacefully on them. The stairs were rickety; the carpet was peeling off at the edges. It would prove to be a hazardous obstacle for those who were clumsier than most. I silently thanked Mother for those dreaded dance lessons. It helped me keep my balance.
“Here are your rooms,” the caretaker murmured, pausing to catch his breath. He was truly old indeed. “Please make yourself comfortable.” The way he said those words sounded like a command -- something we had to obey. I did not feel very good about it, and so I distracted myself with analyzing the room. To my surprise, it was fairly furnished with two bunks lined up against opposing walls, each with a newly washed blanket and fluffed up pillows. Velvet curtains hung from silver bars, obscuring the window that separated the room and the outside balcony, and a long wooden desk stretched from the corner to a quarter length of the bedroom. A small vanity table sat near the wardrobe with fresh brushes and a polished surface. I could not fathom how clean the area was -- the caretaker didn’t expect us, did he?
My two accomplices had the same look on their faces. We nodded once and proceeded to search the room for any signs of calamity while trying our best to keep our clothing clean. It wasn’t as if I despised dresses and formal attire -- my opinion was that sometimes plain and simple is better. I did wish I had trousers and a thick jacket at the time. Two quick raps sounded from the door and Sardonia hurried to greet the person outside. It was a solemn manservant holding our bags from the carriage. I did not get to glimpse much of him as he hurried down the steps after placing the items in the room. Strange -- Harrow Hall was very strange and for some unknown reason, I did not like it. That was a very peculiar thing for me; I usually was curious about things and did not think different was strange. But this…
A soft chime echoed in our room, and my reaction was to place a quick hand over my beating heart. The chime was the call for supper, something that I was glad to finally have. We hurried down the steps, careful not to fall down and injure ourselves. At the bottom of the stairway was the caretaker -- he led us through the hall. The wall paper seemed to be very thing, bearing a floral pattern seeming to be a hundred years old or so. Dust seemed to have invaded the manor, settling on anything it could reach; well, with the exception of the bedroom. The hall seemed to stretch forever, presenting us with portraits of the former owners of the manor. The man walked forward, seeming to not notice how tired we were getting. I wondered many things, walking through that hall. Mainly they were questions concerning the length of the hall and the size of the manor. Sardonia managed to start a conversation with Georgia, and I listened idly.
White.
DeleteA flicker of white pranced against the wall -- it was of a girl, giddy and having fun, playing as if it were normal for a translucent being to play in public. I stared, my green eyes threatening to spill onto the ground. The caretaker seemed not to have noticed and the girl giggled, seeming to not take notice of my stares. I wanted to gasp, do something that normal ladies would do, but I could not bring myself to do so. We stopped, and Sardonia continued conversing with Georgia until she realized how abruptly we ceased walking.
“Is this the end of the hall, sir?” she inquired, looking almost relieved that we had finally arrived to dinner.
“Afraid not, miss,” the man replied. He hesitated before saying, “Have you ever wondered as to what the name of this manor meant?”
To put it bluntly, no. We had never thought of the purpose behind the title the manor had and we never intended to -- Georgia informed him of just that. He smiled in response and for some odd reason, I could see that he looked younger. Younger than we all thought he was. The man was in his mid-thirties -- shadows enveloped his face and the lines on his forehead depicted stress and hard times. His smile was a slight curve upwards and his lips were thin, dried and without color.
Harrow meant to cause distress.
Hall was a hall, something commonly found in buildings like manors.
“Oh dear.” My head swiveled and I met the large eyes of Georgia. She had one hand clasped around her mouth and the other pointed to the caretaker. I muttered unladylike words under my breath as flickers of white, giggling beings arranged themselves into rows behind him. How could I have agreed to inherit such a thing? How could I have agreed to stop by this recently heard of household on my way from the Welsh lands to London?
The ghosts teemed with malevolent join, crooning incoherent temptations and letting soft murmurs slip from their ghastly lips. I stood there, my face pale as the moon mocking us with its glistening, jovial laughter. The spirits closest to us stepped forward, singing a tune that sounded very close to “Mary Had A Little Lamb”.
It was ironic -- the song meant to be a nursery rhyme turned into something sinister and dark, an abyss that threatened to swallow you up. I felt the unmistakable prickle of goose bumps on my arms and took a sharp intake of breath. Harrow Manor truly had a vile thing about it, the same thing that was likely the cause of the demises of my former ancestors. The spirits took another step forward and, looking at the caretaker once more, sat down on the floor and looked up. I exhaled; Georgia and Sardonia looked around in utter confusion. They seemed to be frozen in shock -- all of the ghouls and the man bent down, heads to the ground.
Delete“Welcome to Harrow Manor, Mistress.”
I was leaving as soon as the sun rose and the day was light.
(I have a feeling that this is too long and that you shouldn't even bother to read it. Oh my.)
DeleteFantastically descriptive! I could visualize every detail. My students are so talented! I loved reading this, Jun. the ending was chilling, that visual of these eerie ghosts assembling before you... Eek!
DeleteI decided to push away the thought and focus on something else, looking around the place it was very old and crumbly it was surprising that the manor hasn't fallen by now. "Here is your room miss," the caretaker said showing me to a door. I thanked his and looked at my companions quickly before i went in. The room was just as I expected it to be old and dusty, but there was something else in this room, like there was something or someone watching me. " We.. are..watching...you...Shadow...Mistress..." A voice hissed in my mind, "WHOSE THERE!" I yelled frightened, but the only thing I could hear was the sound of my beating heart and my quickened breathing. I fell to the ground clutch my head as a sudden rush of pain came. " Allie are you OK we heard you yell something and..." My friends asked but I quickly interrupted them, " Yes.. I fine just had some head pain." I said half truthfully. " Well are you still fine to look around?" They asked, I replied and we all began to explore the place.
ReplyDeleteAs we looked around the house I couldn't help but look behind me every so often and I could tell that Sara was getting annoyed. " For goodness sake! Why are you so scared Allie!" Sara exclaimed, " I'm sorry it's just-" We all froze. I looked at my friend and we were all scared. " We've been waiting Shadow Mistress, hehehe always waiting for you to come." A child's voice rang in our ears pale, white, ghosts of small children appeared in front of us giggling and singing nursery rhymes. We all screamed and began to run away only to find the door locked. 'What do we do!" Lana Screamed as the children came closer I began to sink to the ground wondering what to do when it hit me. I took out a pin from my hair and undid the lock. "Here going quickly before they get you" I cried as I pushed them though. I was about to close the door when Sara grabbed my hand. "Aren't you coming with us?" She asked confused pulling me. I shook my head and whispered dreamily, "It's me they want, not you guys besides I knew it would happen one day..." Ripping my hand free of her grasp, I shut the door before they could reply and sunk to the floor laughing madly as I let the ghosts and insanity consume me slowly.
No one knew what happened to Allie after that haunting day, some say she died and some say she became possessed until there was a rumor about a women named the Shadow Mistress who haunted the halls of the Harrow Hall with ghost children by her side.
-Jaime W.
I pushed away the thought. I decided to think about my family back home. "Here is your room sir," said the caretaker. I went inside the room and it was exactly how I pictured it. The room was dusty and filled with cobwebs. Everywhere I stepped the floor creaked. I was starting to get freaked out and so were my companions. It took us awhile to get unpacked. I opened the closet and I screamed at the top of me lungs.
ReplyDeleteMy companions came over and also screamed loudly. Inside the closet were 10 bodies stacked on top of each other. They looked fresh. The caretaker came into the room and saw what we were looking at. "You were not suppose to see that!" He yelled. "You must die now." He locked the door from the outside. A hatch opened and 5 undead little girls came out. We screamed even louder. We all tried to find a way out of the room. We were so busy trying to find a way out that we didn't see them right behind us. They grabbed one of my companions and took him into the hatch. A few minutes later they were covered in blood and they started to advance toward us again. But then I found a button. I pressed it and another hatch opened. We all went through it and we got out safely. We all were happy to be alive but we mourned our friend.
It seemed that the caretaker was trying to hide something. Maybe he knew something about this estate that I didn’t. He led us up a wooden set of stairs and down a long, narrow hall.
ReplyDelete“Here is your room,” the caretaker said. “Dinner will be ready soon.” He swiftly left the room, like he was running away from something. I let my eyes wander about the large room. The room looked like it was about a thousand years old. There were holes in the ceiling, the windows were shattered, and water was leaking through the ceiling. We sat in the room for at least 30 minutes doing nothing.
“I wish that something cool would happen.” Aaron said. He was one of the people in our party of 3. The other person in our party was Victoria. “ Seriously though, we’ve been sitting here for 30 minutes doing nothing!” He quickly took back his words because the second he finished a white figure appeared on the lawn. We could all see it through the window. We all stared at it in fear.
“Who’s that?” Victoria whispered at me. The white figure flickered, then disappeared.
“What’s happening?” Aaron asked me. “Is this some sort of prank!?” He slowly walked towards me, shouting questions. Then, a flash of lightning blinded my eyes, and Aaron disappeared.
“What was that?!” Victoria screamed. Then, another flash of lightning bolted out of the sky, and Aaron’s dead body appeared in front of us. Then, Victoria looked at me with a serious look in her eye and said,”We need to get out of here.” We sprinted down the hall as fast as we could. Then, as if on cue, the caretaker appeared in front of us.
“Turn around,” the caretaker said in a creepy tone. We tuned around, and we saw the caretaker wielding a knife with blood splashed on his clothes and streaked across his face.
“Now that you’ve seen the secrets this estate holds, I mustn’t let you out, incase you tell other people.” He dashed towards us with his knife in his hand, and Victoria and I ran even faster. We ran down the hall and down the stairs and out of the door. I turn around and the caretaker was gone, but so was Victoria.
“HELP!!!” Victoria screamed from the other side of the room. I saw her on the ground with the caretaker leaning over her.
“Say goodbye to your friends,” the caretaker said to Victoria. “Because you won’t be seeing them for a long time.” Then, the lightning flashed and Victoria and the caretaker were gone.
I wanted to stay and look for Victoria, but the white figure appeared behind me again and I really didn't want to start a conversation with a ghost. I turned and ran for my life. I ran and didn’t look back, but I would never tell anyone of this for fear of facing the consequences for it. I would run until my legs hurt, until my feet will not walk another step, I would run and remember. -Apolo L.
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ReplyDeleteI felt my heart race and that it was becoming harder to breath. I suddenly notice the caretaker about to close the door to my room. He shuts it in a flash, and I slowly get in to bed. I realize that I'm trapped with whoever the caretaker is, and anyone else that might live in the manor.
ReplyDeleteI hardly slept that night. In the morning I quietly creep downstairs, and I find myself staring at the caretaker and abundance of other people. "Good morning," the caretaker said loudly. " I will now introduce you to the manor's staff." The caretaker introduced me to every single person that loved in the manor with me. They all looked emotionless and didn't say a word. The only person that struck me as odd was a maid named Mesh. She wore an eye patch over her left eye, and seemed more distant then the others. After that I realize it's raining outside and I wouldn't be able to leave the manor today. Mesh comes up to me and says, "Bring the dead back to death." and she leaves without another word. Was she referring to Jonathon? I didn't know how to interpret that statement.
Later that day I ask the caretaker about the so called "curse". He sighs and says, "Every time someone new comes to the manor and doesn't believe in Jonathon a person will die every month.To stop the calamity we must find out who among us is dead. They don't even know they're dead, nut we have to kill them again to stop the killings. You might even be the dead person." He smiles and then returns to what he was doing earlier. I could be dead and not even know it. Someone in this manor is not supposed to be here. There's someone extra. " I'm going out for a second," I mumble. One of the maids hear me and tells me to wait so she can get an umbrella. the next thing I know is that the maid falls down the stairs and the umbrella impales her in the throat.I see her body stay still, and blood flows down and stains the bottom of the stairs. I feel a sickening feeling deep down. Everything felt so real, but so much like a dream. Mesh sees what happened, and she sighs. " I guess she wasn't the dead one after all." She runs off to get the Caretaker, and I stand there frozen. Grief overwhelms me, and I think to myself, " Bring the dead back to death."
I decided to forget about the way he was nervous to look at us. Maybe he was shy. Or maybe he was hiding something. Either way, I decided to not think about anything until I got a good rest. I was exhausted from the trip to my new house. The care taker showed me to my new bedroom and led the others to their room.
ReplyDeleteThe room was poorly taken care of and there were cobwebs everywhere. Old wooden drawers were covered in dust and there were small holes in the closet, "are those termite bites," I thought to myself. It was late in the evening and I felt too tired to even eat. I laid my suitcase down and threw myself onto my bed.
I was awaken by a screeching noise on my ceiling. I covered my ears with my pillow for a straight 2 minutes. Finally the noise abated. Small legs crawled on my elbow before I slapped the spider off. I was still confused about the loud noise. My lights were still on though, so I could see every thing in the room. The piercing screech started again. But this time a translucent white figure floated through my wall. I screamed at the top of my lungs. The door swung open. But instead of someone coming to save me, it was a horrifying opaque black figure that jumped through the door. There was nothing visible on the creature besides its black body. I was horrified. I screamed so hard I fainted. I never awoke.
When we got to our room it was really messy and not maintained. I didn't want to think that the man was hesitant to look at us. It nearly took us 2 hours to unpack our luggage, because we were so petrified.
ReplyDeleteWe needed a good rest from the long trip to the house. It was hard, because the fact that my room was full of cobwebs, and everything was dusty and it looked like nobody was here for 50 years. Eventually we all went to sleep.
We were all woken by this sudden humming noise that was all throughout the home. The caretaker was woken too all he said is "oh that is just Henry." We all asked, who is Henry. The caretaker answered, the ghost. We all asked ourselves why he was not frightened by his answer. But we figured it out pretty quickly. The caretaker was a ghost as well, he soon became dim, and Henry came out with him and we soon all ran away. We ran until we couldn't, soon none of us awoke ever again.
We turned and walked up the creaking staircase behind the strange caretaker, and suddenly he disappeared. We turned down the upstairs hall of the gloomy house and saw no sign that he had even gone up the stairs. I go through one of the small doorways in the hall and see a room with nothing in it except for a single iron bed and many spider webs. I look in all of the other upstairs rooms as my friends check the downstairs. At the end of the hall, the very last room, I push open the big, heavy oak door. This bedroom, the biggest of them all, had looked as if it had been cleaned every day. There were no spider webs, and it had electric lighting . The lights seemed to have turned on right when I walked in, for there was no sign of any light in the house from the outside except for the oil lamp on the living room windowsill.
ReplyDeleteAs I turned the corner in the enormous bed room, I saw a man at desk writing with a typewriter. “Hello” I said rubbing my eyes. When I opened them again, the man had disappeared as well as all of the other thing that the room held a few seconds ago. I yelled for my friends to come up but had no responce and heard no footsteps coming up the staircase. The door slammed shut, and the room filled with complete darkness. A pair of gleaming red eyes came out of the wall in the corner and i heard voices surrounding me. i closed my eyes and ran for the door but got hit by something. i open the door and run down the stairs, and my friends are nowhere to be found. i look at the front door and see something, someone scribing something on it with a red paint or liquid-- Blood. The door reads get out , for your life depends on it.
I run into the dining room and grab thye oil lamp. Just as i step out the door , the howling wind blows it out and i step back . i see myself about to hit the wall, and turn to see that the caretaker is grabbing me by the neck. Instead of hittng the wall, i go through it. The caretaker tells me. "it is all over now. You have become paet ofthe house , just like your ancestors, me and your friends.You can not escape because i have tried many times. you are stuck here , for the curse of the Harrow Hall says so.
I dismiss the thought as we walk through the grand doors. A chandelier hangs from the tall ceiling with cobwebs dangling between its candles.
ReplyDelete"Actually lets go down here," the old man motions to us. The hall is lined with empty frames and flickering oils lamps. We enter a large dining room with a long wooden worn table. Large dusty and cracked windows capture the hazy landscape with its full moon barely lightening the deep blue sky.
"Woah!" Ed says, lifting his arms. "How cool is this?"
The old man chuckles. "Sure is a beauty," the old man chuckles. "By the way, make yourselves at home."
"At home?" asks Sophie, rolling her eyes. "That's surely not for me, or any of us."
We all sit at one end of the long table, expect for the man, who begins to walk along the wall of windows. Joe nudges me and points his thumb over his shoulder. I glance and turn back immediately. I knew I would've expected that in a place like this. 'White again,' I think, blinking my eyes. Vickie looks at me, concerned. I try to breathe as steady as I can.
"Well," he sighs. "This manor has been built in the 1800's and from then on it has been passed down from generation to generation. Soon it got to me. I've been living here since I was four. My foster mother lived with me and my sister for only 3 months before she suddenly died. As a result we ended up raising ourselves." He scratches his short whit beard. "One day, when we were 10 years old, my sister and I were playing outside. She rushed inside to show me something, but... she never had the chance and never came out. For years and years I've wandered the halls of this manor, calling her name. Until I've finally realized that I'm still living with her. But it's different."
"Different?" Aaron asks.
The old man nods. "Mary, oh Mary." He seems to float down Harrow Hall. Though something else seems to float too. A white figure, a girl, by his side.
I shook away the thought. We walked into a room with many tables. "Hmm.." I thought,"Are these supposed to be our beds?" I asked, hoping no one heard the tremble and uncertainty in my voice. "Oh um.. yeah. I suppose so.." the caretaker (whose name was Bob) muttered. The further we walked into the gigantic room, the dimmer the light got. "Are you sure this is the right way?"Jane asked. Bob sighed,"yes, yes, of course. I know my ways around here this is the right way.." He muttered something else, but no one was able to hear.
ReplyDeleteThe floors creaked. Everything seemed eerie. Bob just lead us deeper, and deeper into the darkness. "HERE!!!" Bob suddenly shouted, startling us all. I turned around to see that 4 of my companions were gone; leaving only me, Kaitlyn, and Jimmy. Bob gave a laugh that was full of evil and suspicion. Just as we turned around to run, something grabbed us!
"NO PLEASE NO!!!!" I could hear Kaitlyn screaming. Jimmy was crying; yet I was calm. Deep down, I knew was terrified of what Bob was capable of. We were all brought into a different room, one with people strapped to tables. I squinted my eyes in the dim light and was able to see the outline of Jane. Although, it wasnt Jane at the same time.....
"Jane! Oh Im so glad to see..." Kaitlyn stopped short. Her eyes filled with horror, her face turned pale, and not a muscle moved.
We all took a look at Jane. It wasnt Jane. Not one bit. This was a monster. "Shame...Such a shame she had to go. If only she wouldve listened; lets hope you dont make the same mistake" Bob chuckled. We were hoisted to a table as well. All of the sudden, everyone stood still. No movement. I, too, was astonished as a figure appeared out of the shadows....
~Juliana P.
As we walk up the stairs, I see the same flash of white as outside. We arrive at our room, and as we unpack our luggage, the power goes out. We hear a scream as a flash of red and a horrid deceased bride appears in the corner of the room. She disappears as quickly as she appeared… We hear a rapping on the door and all jump, but it’s only the caretaker with a candle. “What happened?” he asks looking at the horror on all of our faces. We quickly fill him in as he steps into the middle of the room and lights up the whole room. That’s when we see something truly horrific. There, hanging lifeless by the curtain rod, is a member of our group. “We have to get out of here!” we all exclaim simultaneously as a screech like nails on a chalkboard rings out.
ReplyDeleteWe all run out of the room and to the stairs, but at the bottom we see, in full detail, our terrifying foe. She is wearing what was probably once a beautiful dress, but now it is old, ripped and tattered. Her eyes have absolutely no visible whites whatsoever and are bulging black dots. Her hair is matted and burns and scars litter her body. “That’s the lover of Mr. Harrow! Legend has it that when Mr. Harrow isolated himself, she went insane. She wore her wedding dress until she died, hoping that he would come back,” whispers the caretaker. “What do we do?” I ask. “I’ll distract her as you open the gas tank and start the stove then get out as fast as you can!” he whispers commandingly.
The caretaker runs into his room shouting rude remarks, and we race down the stairs into the kitchen. We hear him scream in pain and know we have to work fast. We bust a hole in the gas tank and are about to ignite the stove when a large knife whistles past my head. I turn and see her right in front of me! We all jump on her and wrestle the remaining bloody knives from her. We pin her dress to the floor with the knives and start the stove. We sprint out of Harrow Hall and vow to never return as the estate incinerates into a fireball. Legend has it that if you take a walk through the ruins, you can still hear the shrill scream for mercy of the “Widow of Harrow Hall.”
ReplyDeleteIt was about time for dinner after our arrival, and we all headed as one big, scared conglomerate towards the end of the hall, where the caretaker opened rotting doors towards a large room’s table that was, extraordinarily, already filled to the brim with grub. We all sat down at our designated seats, and I felt a pair of eyes watch the back of my head as I took a seat. Turning around, expecting to see the caretaker wanting to push my seat in after I sit down, I saw a man horribly mutilated. Pus poured down the sockets of his bloodshot eyes and his skin was a pale green. There was a horrid smile crudely cut with dull scissors onto his face, and that itself was enough to make you vomit. I forced myself to blink, and instead I was looking at a centuries-old portrait of an ancestor of mine, staring off into space. He looked quite charming at his age, and that kind of comforted my emotions. I looked back to the table slowly, and none of my companions seemed to notice my staccato.
Minutes came by like seconds and we were feasting on platters that on an aesthetics level would be duller than most baby foods. Suddenly, I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I asked the caretaker, and he offered me an oil lamp and told me to head out through pointed doors towards a latrine. As disgusting the offer was, I felt the need, and it was so urgent. I gladly took the lamp happily as comparison to what I was thinking and headed out of oakwood doors out into an unusually foggy scenery. I followed a gravel path to a separate house, and it was quite grand as well.
The eyes are stabbing into the back of my neck again. I feel rushed. I open the door and run down the hallway, searching frantically, trying to get the pair of eyes to disappear. I find the bathroom, and close the door. I take deep breaths in, deep breaths, deep breaths.
It is all too quick I am being watched
The same painting
up on the wall
His prestigious smile pierces my heart and I see his eyes slither into my soul, deep, black tendrils. It is the end. I drop the oil lamp, and sparks accompany the explosion. Fire licks my heels and I try to open the door, but the bathroom’s painting locks it with his creepy smile. I am melting in my own fear. The bathroom painting laughs when I don’t look at it. Every single nerve cell in my body aches in pain as the inferno blankets me. No one knows I am here, except for this stupid painting. He begins to rot when I concluded to lose all hope, and I lean on the wall, letting my body burn a beautiful death. He cackles with his stupidly carved smile at my fate.
The same
painting
-Kayla A.#1
As the old man handed us our keys, we tried to give him a thanks but he didn't hear us as he was already outside of the room. "Maybe we should get to bed. It seems like it's getting late," I thought. The bed was hard as rock but I didn't even care anymore I was too tired and scared of the "Harrow Hall," but this is our fault. My companions and I wanted a scare tonight and that is exactly what we are getting right now.
ReplyDeleteIn the morning the first thing Mark did was try to go brush his teeth. Well he can cross that off his morning routine, the sinks didn't work. "Ahhhh!" A shrieking shout from the shower just about shattered the window. Being already paranoid I ran into the shower room and asked, "John what are you screaming about now?" Instantly after I finished my question a massive black widow appeared on the ground. All of my companions screamed this time. It was time to find out what was wrong with this place. Walking down the stairs I could already tell what was up, blood on the walls, evil laughing, and the sound of clattering silverware. At the bottom of the stairs all I see is the caretaker in an apron with blood all over it. "Eeeeerrrrrrrrr! I've been expecting you for a while now Devin!" As I looked down at the knife in his hand, I too a step back and ran for my life.
Again, i felt the cold heartless fingers run down my neck as the wind picked up sending shivers down my spine, and goosebumps crawling up my arms and jaw line.
ReplyDeleteQuietly I nudged my best friend and practically adopted sister, who i decided to share the "Harrow Hall" with, "Psst..." *Nudge, nudge* "PSSST!"
"What?!" Sally, my friend-sister, whisper yelled at me.
"Do you feel fingers running up and down your neck?" I asked shuddering a bit.
"Its all in your head, chillax," she shrugged it off, but i can tell in her eyes, she too was a bit spooked by this place...
Harold, the house keeper, shoved the keys in my hands, "These are the keys to your rooms, they're two doors from the stair way in the west wing..." He looked around again, "I'll be in the north wing, if you need me. But thats unlikely..." he said keeping his voice low, "Good night!" With that he scurried off.
"Well that was't-" Sally stopped mid sentence, and when i turned to look at her, her face turned a pal deadly white and she was pointing to a figure in the darkness.
I froze on the spot, for i could of sworn it moved ever so slightly from the side of the banister to in front of the stairs.
"Sal-" she covered my mouth with her hand.
"Shh.." she hissed in a low growl.
I obeyed and turned my head to where Harold disappeared to. There was another flight of stairs. It was about five doors to the left of the stairs we were instructed to use, making a total of seven doors until we reach our destination.
It was pitch black here, and the only light source was from the moon, which entered threw a medium sized hole in the roof. There where painting and other various furniture that were covered by white sheets, some torn and others not.
Suddenly, there was a faint screeching noise that resembled a fork scratching the surface of a plate. My head snapped up to the source of the noise, to find that the figure has moved in front of the stair way, completely blocking the way we were told to go. I couldnt help but wonder if there was a reason to go up there that certain way, but we had no other choice.
"Psst. Follow my lead on three." i mumbled.
I felt Sally nod ever so gently releasing her hand from my mouth to hold onto her backpack straps until her knuckles turned white and her veins popping out of her skin.
"Three!" i whispered again as we shot up the stairs and into the room, dropping our bags on the floor.
There were actually two rooms, which were separated by a "Jack and Jill" styled bathroom.
I'll take the other one, goodnight," i said walking into the other room trying to stay calm.
*Magical Time Skip*
I was sleeping soundly in the large, cold bed, when i was awakened by a blood rushing scream. It was no ordinary scream, it was Sally's. While sprinting to my room door i opened it to be face to face with a dark shadowy figure from earlier last night, he was holding a knife aimed to my throat, ready to slice, but instead of screaming i slammed the door into the knife and watched as it went through the wooden door.
Turning around I went for the bathroom entrance and saw Sally, bleeding out onto the pale white covers and it was Harold, who had the knife in hand.
"Too late, Sweetie," he said with an evil smirk, "Your too late!" *Cue the cliche thunder clap* With that said, he aimed the knife at me, and with one flick of the wrist, I watched as the blade came flying at me, cutting into the wind... leaving a cold dead shriek as it passed...
We carried our luggage,walked into the house and looked around. It was a skinny hallway that seemed infinite.There were lots of black wooden doors on both sides. "You have some rules to follow.", the caretaker said, still staring at the ground."The list will be in each room.Please go to room D201 for dinner.Something you highly never want to think about will happen if your late. We're having ribs." He made an evil like grin when he said ribs. I asked,"Baby back ribs?" He replied,"Surely some baby's back ribs-uh I mean yes.You are correct." We all stared at him, but he just started walking down the hallway. He made us into pairs and gave us our room numbers. He then said that we were free to go for exactly 20 minutes. I stayed with one of my companions and roommate, Lucy, and we walked down the hall, looking at the pictures hanging on the walls. There were pictures of creepy clowns and people sitting in rocking chairs with red eyed puppies on their laps. Me and Lucy suddenly figured out we were staying close to each other when a enormous RRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG sound exploded in our ears. I figured it was time for lunch and ran down the hallway, when I felt something grab the end of my shirt. I kept budging, but it was no use. What was grabbing me was going to take me away. I felt being dragged away when the torches suddenly turned on. The dragging stopped, and I couldn't see Lucy anywhere. I ran to D201, thinking about what will happen later in the week we're here.
ReplyDeleteI opened the door, and found everyone sitting at a oddly skull shaped dark red table. The caretaker sat in a throne, glaring at the ground with the most angriest face I have ever seen, just for being just a few seconds late. He pointed to a dirty brown stool, meaning he wanted me to sit in it. I power walked(walked fast) to the stool and sat down. A man in a black suit walked over with a plate of ribs. Luckily, there was also salad, since I was too scared to eat the "ribs". The whole time we ate, it was silent, except for the screaming of the head chef in the kitchen. When the amazingly awkward and boring dinner ended, he said,"Go to bed everyone.", staring at the floor as usual,"Your luggage are in your rooms." Everybody rushed our of the room, and I waited for Lucy. I couldn't find her anywhere. I thought she was at dinner with us. I ran to our room, thinking that maybe she was already there, but when I slowly opened the door, she wasn't in there. The room was a little bigger than a closet, the bed making up most of the room, besides our luggage. I put on my pajamas, and layed down, thinking when I'm going to see Lucy again, and how fast this trip I was forced to go on was going to last. I slowly closed my eyes, and slept with the creepy sound of the wind and ghost like whispers
The room the man assigned me to had very dim lighting. On the red walls of the room was a painting of a woman, it was a very realistic painting but her eyes seemed to wonder in different directions. There was a glorious bed that must have been fit for a queen, the light puffy blankets and the beautiful head of the bed which was carefully carved was amazing. Something about the room was all wrong. When I was in the bed something grabbed my foot.
ReplyDelete"Help, help" I screamed out at the top of my lungs. The hands of the creature gripped tighter around my ankle and pulled me off of the bed. It dragged me across the dark carpets of the room. When I saw what held my ankle it resembled the woman in the painting but she looked dead. I screamed but every time I made a noise she snarled and dug her nails into my skin. She brought me to a room that had a lit fireplace, her white gown made her look so graceful. For some reason she knew who I was for she said my name.
"Elizabeth you must get out of here now! In this home there is worst than me and they will destroy everything you live and breath for."
I don't like him but regardless, we have to follow him to the rooms. All the rooms are small perfectly square cubes with a door that locks from the outside, just like in the movies. Then I feel suddenly cold like all the warm air has been replaced with deadly cold ice. I look around to see that no one else is experiencing this, so whatever is doing this it only affects me.I can feel the entity draw nearer. Every time the feeling of stalking comes to me, it gets colder. I look up to see that everyone is surrounding me. I notice that I'm laying on the ground. Apparently, I collapsed on the ground. I know that this is the entities doing.
ReplyDeleteI am the first to be escorted to my room because they think that I am dangerously fatigue and need rest. My hearth is pounding as the rest leave. I am now all alone.
Despite my fear, my curiosity gets the best of me. I got out to see that I am in a narrow and dark hall way, just like in the movies. This only happens in horror movies. I immediately know that it is going to be a rough night.
Then I feel the cold presence behind me. I jump are quickly spin around only to find that there is nothing there. I can fell my hearth beating. I fell as if the entity as everywhere engulfing me. I try to clear my mind. Then I see the butler there. I silently follow him, slowly and carefully until I see him go into his room. It sounds like he has company. When I lean against the wall, I make out small noises with I listened to eagerly.
"Are you sure we should wait. Boss wants us to kill them all and I don't see the need to keep this one alive."
"Patience, we will kill him when we have the chance. Right now he is sleeping and I want at least one of these murderers to be enjoyable."
"I fine with everything as long as I get some of that doe. So where do you want to put the rest, should we dispose them or make them into trophies."
"I'll say dispose them."
I hear the echoing of footsteps as on of them makes their way toward the door. Anger rushes up inside of me as I now realized that they are responsible for many deaths on my companions. I grab a vase , and when he walks out, smash him in the head with it. It didn't kill him but make incapacitated him, sort of. When I rush into the room, I finally catch a good glimpse of him. I notice that he is really pale. No know why it was so cold. I have read that ghosts make the air unnaturally cold.
I felt my headache as I wasn't smart enough to figure this out, the unnatural coldness, his extremely pale skin, all this should have been a clear give away that he was a ghost, but I didn't know and now it is time for me to pay the price. I stand there as a flouts toward, me and takes a good look at my face.
He chuckles, in quite a mocking tone,"You weren't smart enough were you. You didn't figure this out earlier. That was your mistake. You did your part, and now I'll do mine............"
The engraved double doors swung open to reveal a large dusty room. A musty smell protruded from entrance way making us both gag. Thomas, my brother, shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to enter walking past the caretaker to examine the house. I followed. in the room, a large chandelier hung the dark ceiling giving off an uneven glow. With the lack of light, everything in the room had a shadow bigger than itself.
ReplyDelete"Up the stairs to the right. Don't go exploring." said the caretaker. The caretaker was a husky man; voice deep and hoarse made by the fat squeezing his neck.
Thomas and I hurried up the stairs, baggage clonking and bouncing behind us. The echo crowed through the air like thunder from a storm far out adrift on the ocean. Another door with more engravings stood tall, towering over us. With a jerk on the handle and a couple pushes, the door finally broke free of of the grip of the hinges. The room was small. Two twin size beds jetted out into the middle of the room not helping it's un-spacious atmosphere. My baggage feel against the floor as i walked over to sit on the bed. Thomas rolled his baggage up against a wall to support it. He walked up to the door and opened it once more.
"What are you doing?" I ask, "We are supposed to stay here!"
"We haven't eaten supper yet! How might I fall asleep without a full stomach! It's unheard of!"
Thomas walked out of the room.
His footsteps pattered along the carpeted hallway echoing into the room.
"Fine!" I sigh.
I walk out into the hallway but Thomas is nowhere to be seen. I lift up my skirt and speedily walk to the next corner but to my suprise, he isn't there.
"THOMAS?" I ask loudly.
No response.
I stand there waiting for response until I hear a scream.
"THOMAS!" I lift my skirt once again and start running. A shadow drifts behind the next corner and I stop. Panting, out of breath, I lean over pressing a hand against the wall to support me. A figure emerges from around the corner and I look up.
"Thomas?" I ask in despair. With a blink, the figure is closer. With the advancing move, the figure reveals a thin blade. The torches flutter and a breeze passes through the hall. With the breeze, the torches grow brighter revealing the figures true identity. The figure isn't Thomas, or anyone as a matter of fact. It was absolutely nothing. Just black. No texture or detail of any kind to distinguish it from any known being to man. Just black. Just black.
With a stumble, I move backwards, again breaking into a run. The figure moves at a steady pace behind me until another figure shows ahead. This time distinguishable. The caretaker. Too close to stop, I slam into him and fall backwards hitting my head. Then black. Just black.
The caretaker showed us every room in the manor. They were walking down the long hallway, as I notice we skipped a room. “Wait, you skipped that room back there,” I exclaim. “Oh, don’t worry about that room,” said the caretaker, in a quite suspicious voice. As all the others got tired taking a tour of this massive manor, he finally showed us our rooms. As I lie in bed, my mind goes in a million different directions about what was in the room. “Maybe it was just his room, but he showed us his room,” I wondered. As always, my curiosity took hold. I had to know what was in that room. “Just take a little look,” I look at my watch, “its 12:00, everyone was tired, so surely they aren't out, just a little peek.” I get up, remembering that the room was on the 3rd floor and room 3-13. I grab my flash light and put a pack of matches in my back pocket, and leave.
ReplyDeleteAs I start walking up the stairs, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look around, there’s no one here. “Maybe it was just in my head,” I whisper to myself. I forget about it and keep walking. “3-13, 3-13, 3-13… Oh here it is, 3-13,” I say. “What do you think you are doing?” questioned the caretaker, frightening me. “Um, I heard a noise, so I came to check it out,” I tell him, him obviously knowing I’m a horrible liar. “Get back to bed,” he demands. I go, but turn around, and he is gone, in an instant. All I see is a white floating dress at the end of the hallway. I’m not scared, but fascinated. I go near it, then it comes about one step closer to me. I see this dress detailed; there’s a face, body, but no feet. “It’s a ghost,” I finally realize.
I start running, and it chases me. I run into, my friend, Amy’s room and lock the door. “AMYY, AMY WAKE UP!” I yell. She wakes up in an instant. “There is a ghost after me and your room was the closest, so I ran in here,” I say, out of breathe. “It’s okay. Calm down, it was probably a dream, just forget about it and go to sleep,” whispers Amy, “You can stay in here for the rest of the night.” Amy grabs a few more pillows for me, then we fall asleep with the same question in our minds, "Was she/ I dreaming?"
“HELP I NEED SOMEBODY! HELP,JUST ANYBODY! HELP, I NEED SOMEONE !” I wake up to hear a voice screaming. I grab my flashlight and wake up Amy, then we run out to the hallway. I see the white ghost again, but this time, it has Clary. We run over there, but right when we get in front of the ghost it disappears, with Clary. “I guess you weren’t dreaming,” says Amy. “What should we do, it has Clary and we don’t even know where it went and shou-,” I pause. Clary and I look at each other. “The room,” we say in unison. We run to the 3rd floor, 13th room. I look around the hall, no one here. We open the door. We look around; the room has nothing in it. Then, all of a sudden, the door shuts. “Did you do that?” I asked Amy. “I was going to ask you the same thing,” Amy replied. The flashlight goes out, it is pitch black. “W-What is h-happening Amy? Amy? Where are you? AMY!” I start to panic. There is a ruckus, but I don’t know if anyone else hears it because no one has come to get me. Then everything goes silent.
~Karina Vallero☼
Sorry so late, I did it in word doc and forgot to post it... (I was listening to the Beatles while writing this)
DeleteBut that was hours ago, and as I lie in bed, the memory arose once again. Surely, nothing was wrong, but every noise I heard in this house unnerved me. Sometimes I would hear the bed creak, and for a moment I'd imagine the side of the bed dip down as if someone were sitting next to me. The door from across the hall would open and slam shut every hour. Just then, as I peeked over the sheets, two glowing orbs hovered over me, as still as stone. They were Silent, and they were Watching.
ReplyDelete"Could this be a spirit?" I whispered. My heart pounded with such ferocity that I feared it would fall out of my chest. A gleam of sweat had accumulated over my face and I backed myself up against the headboard. The orbs danced to and fro in a taunting, and almost playful manner, and face materialized in front of mine. My body tumbled over the side of the bed in surprise and I stepped away from the apparition. It was a girl in a familiar white dress. A young girl, with a pale face, and hair that reached shoulders.
"Why are you staring at me?", she inquired softly. Her voice dripped with saccharine curiosity , and she wouldn't stop reaching for me. The reaching soon turned to chasing, and the gentle brush of her fingers turned into painful scratching. "How rude of you to stare!" she hissed. I raced across the room and towards the door, but she appeared in front of it, just as I was reaching for the handle. I couldn't look away from her. It was almost as if my eyes were locked in. Her frail hands gripped my shoulders, and it felt like I was being pinned down with molten metal.
It hurt with such intensity that I let out the loudest scream I could muster, and it echoed throughout the home. Outside, I could hear the clatter of footsteps. Voices filtered through as someone slammed their weight into the old wooden door.
"Avert your eyes! Avert your eyes and she'll leave!". It was the caretaker. This was why he never looked up. This was why he was afraid to glance at anything but the floor. I forced my eyes shut and hoped to God that I would be safe. I could feel the ghost lean in near my ear.
"I am no such spectacle", were here final remarks, and with that, she fled.
K. A. 2
Already we could tell the caretaker had an uneasy feeling about something. His drooping eyelids made it so we couldn't see his eyes as he led us up the red carpeted stairs of the manor. I had chills running up my spine at the sight of the old, and musty hall. Paintings of depressed faces scraped and torn with a huge broken, glass chandlier hanging down close to the floor. As the caretaker trudged up the stairs, my companions Cole, and Sam walked nervously in front of me. Obviously, we were all creeped out, but my fear was probably the worst. I slowly made my way behind Cole and Sam, gulping and glancing to observe the main hall while walking up the stairs. I could feel a silent tapping on my shoulder. My head jerked behind me right at that instant letting my ambiguity get the better of me. Nothing stood behind me. Cole could feel me flinch and looked at me. "Dude, whats wrong?" he asked. I didn't want to say anything with the mysterious caretaker so near us so i just shook my head. Im imagining this, I thought.The creepiness of the manor was just getting to my head.
ReplyDeleteAs the caretaker showed us our room in the far corner of the 2nd floor I realized that I still couldn't see his eyes. He didn't have any intention to make eye contact with us and instead stared at the ground. Sam, Cole, and I walked inside our room to see three beds neatly arranged in the room. However, paintings like the one in the main hall were hung up on the walls. Faces of people with eyes glaring red as bright as a beam of neon light stared at us. "I hope you find your stay at Harrow Hall appealing." the caretaker spoke as the door shut behind us. All three of us stood in the dark room afraid to even move an inch before Sam spoke. "There's gotta be a light switch somewhere." She found the light switch and turned it on. I flopped onto a bed thinking how I was going to sleep with the glaring eyes of portraits staring at us. We didn't speak of it, but instead tried to ignore the nagging feeling of fear and sleep. I squirmed in my bed having a hard time sleeping. My blood ran cold when i heard little shrieks of laughter and looked at the paintings, and the red eyes which stood before us. Goosebumps ran throughout my arms and legs as I heard a loud thumping sound. Cole and Sam jerked their heads up to the sound too. "It's coming from the stairs!" Cole whispered. All three of us sat wide eyed as the thumping grew louder. "We have to get out!" Sam whispered to us. Cole and I nodded and looked at the window. I opened the window quickly revealing the moonless night sky and looked below me. A jumble of bushes were laid right below us. If we could jump out and land safely we could get out of this freakish manor. The thumping did not stop and was nearly 20 feet away from the door. Quickly I climbed out of the window as Cole and Sam hurried me and jumped. I landed roughly on the layer of bushes and got a few scrapes on my arms and legs. I got myself out of the jumble of leaves. The thumping was now 15 feet away. Cole jumped out next and I helped him out of the bushes. 10 feet away. Sam was the last to jump and we barely had enough time to escape, but after the thumping got to the door we all ran without a moment of hesitation. Behind us we could hear the door of the room slamming open and a hazy figure of the caretaker glaring at us with beaming red eyes.
~Shreya S.
If our nerves were already on edge, then I'm surprised we didn't just jump out of our skin when a ghost came screaming down the stairs. "Looks like a room just freed up. You wont need to share now," The caretaker says. "I'd prefer if we stayed in the same room if that's ok" Lenny said. "Stop being all scary," I scold him feeling afraid myself. Why must I play this facade? Why can't I be openly scared like Lenny? "So here are your rooms," the caretaker says, "there's doors between them so you can go to each other's room.
ReplyDeleteTher room was litterally howling. "It's just coming from a noise box April," Lenny smiles. "Let's go check out my room!" Lenny exclaims." We walk through the door, and find a identical room, but with a nicer sounding music box. "Well havee fun, " I tell him, "I'm going to my room." I walk back through the door, ignoring his shouts of protest. Then a scream pierces my ear as the door shuts. I whip around and yank open the door, but it's another room. In this room there's skeltons everywhere. Sadly, they werent halloween skeletons, for they were dancing around. Now I snap. It's too much I think. "IT'S TOO MUCH," I now yell. "Haaaa," Lenny pops out, " Gotcha!" Yet, it's too late. I've already fallen into panic. Lenny watches in horror as I role back and forth across the dirty floor. "What have I done," Lenny says, "WHAT DID I DO" he cries. Then a shadow comes up behind him. "LENNY," I yell. "Yeah, I know, sorry," he responds. "Watch out!" I scream and point. Then Lenny collapses. "Nooooooo Lenny," I yell trying to get up. Then everything goes black.
The caretaker brought us into a large room that was very dirty. There were cobwebs everywhere along with dirt, dust, and two large beds. I felt the thin cold fingertips brush my neck, but again, there was nothing there. There was something about this room that didnt seem right. "Enjoy your stay" the caretaker whispered as he left the room. "Logan, Im not sure coming here was the best idea" I said as I started to unpack my luggage. "Me nether, but Im sure were worried about nothing" Logan said doing the same thing. "Yeah, I guess your right. There is probably nothing to worry about."
ReplyDeleteAs Logan and I were sleeping we woke up to a loud shreek. The caretaker busted in and yelled "There is an evil spirt here looking for the two of you. You must escape or he will haunt you for the rest of your lives. RRUUNNNN!!!!!!" Logan and I I got up as fast as we could and ran down the hallway, now we knew we were worried for something. I felt the chill go up my neck again and this time there was something there. A large back spirit was standing right there and before Logan and i could run away the spirit grabbed us and ran away.