The Dark House Essay, Research Paper
Story e – The dark house by Tom-Inge
Earlier today, John and I were taking a walk in the outskirts of the town, when we saw an old house on top of a hill. I wanted to take a closer look at it, but John looked a little spooked, and mumbled something about not wanting to go there.
I convinced him that there was nothing to be afraid of, it s just an old house which haven t been occupied for a while, though I wasn t sure whether someone really was living there. We walked up the driveway, up to the house. It was huge. The place looked deserted, the grass wasn t mowed for ages, and everything was a mess. John chew nails like crazy, but I still wanted to check this place out.
The door was made of wood, and looked like it could fall apart any minute.
I tried to turn the door knob, but it fell off as soon as I touched it. The knob rolled down the steps and kept on rolling down the driveway, and stopped by the fence.
That didn t make John feel any better at all. He looked like he had seen a ghost.
I took a deep breath, and pushed the door. It wouldn t budge an inch. Help me out+, I said, but John kept chewing his nails. God knows why, there was nothing to be scared of. Or was it? I took a step backwards, and then kicked the door. It slowly slid open, and I went inside. Wow! What a huge mansion we ve got here!+ John took a peek into the house, but didn t dare go inside.
There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn t locked, so I carefully turned the knob, and the door opened. Suddenly I felt someone touch my shoulder. I turned around immediately to see, but there was nobody there. Probably just my imagination+, I said to myself, and went on into the room.
It was a lounge, with some impressive furniture, antiques and other objects. It was a lot to look at, and I yelled for John. He didn t reply, so I went to check on him. All I found outside the house was a shoe, and his necklace. I couldn t quite understand what was going on. If he d run away, at least he d taken his belongings with him. The door slammed shut behind me, and my heart stopped for a second or two. I turned, and again there was nobody there. All I could hear, was the breeze in the trees nearby, and a helicopter flying over the town. I admit I was a bit spooked myself now, and felt like running away, but I was fascinated by this old house, and wanted to explore it.
I turned around and went inside again, the door wasn t locked this time. I went up the staircase, and into a bedroom. I should never have done that. On the bed lay John, without his shoe or necklace, completely pale in his face, dead. I started crying, wishing that we d never entered this house in the first place. A cold breeze made me stop crying, and to swear revenge upon whoever that did this to my friend. Outside the room I spotted something floating in the air, in the hall. It was transparent, I could see through it. It floated closer to me, and I started running away, down the stairs and towards the door leading outside. But it was locked. I m doomed+, I thought, and stood still. As I looked to my left, I saw a window, big enough for me to climb through. I ran over there, knowing that the floating thing was following me. The window was in
At last I found the bathroom, and some bandages to put on my wounds, but suddenly someone turned off the lights. I got terrified, and walked around as blind as a bat. I felt someone touching me again, and ran as fast as I could in a random direction, until I hit my head in something and fainted. When I woke up again, I felt pain in my right leg. When I looked, I saw the furry little white thing chewing on my leg. I grabbed a pot plant, and smashed it into the rabbit, which fell lifeless to the floor. I picked up the rabbit, and walked towards a railing.
I was now in the hall, and I saw the floating thing downstairs, near the kitchen. The bunny started to move, and I quickly threw it over the railing. It hit the thing down there, and they melted together into a green slimy mass. The green stuff began crawling up the staircase, and towards me. My feet ached so much, I couldn t run, so I picked up my knife from the floor and prepared to fight it. I slashed the knife into the monster, but nothing happened. I tried several times, but of no use. I climbed over the railing, and lowered myself by my arms down to the floor below. The green mass followed. I walked towards the kitchen, but it was hard to see anything in the dark. Some light came in through the windows, though. I searched the room roughly, and found a fork, a bottle, some broken glass which I cut my finger on, and a flashlight. I turned on the flashlight and looked around. I found some kerosene, and put it in the empty bottle I found, and then tore a piece of cloth from my shirt and stuffed into the bottle. The Molotov cocktail was ready for use. I lurched upon the creature, and when I was close enough, I lit the cloth with my lighter, and threw the cocktail at the green slime.
The monster burned for quite a while, and soon it was nothing left but ashes.
I went up to the bedroom where John was, and I fainted when I saw him get out of bed all by himself.
When I awakened, I noticed that I was lying on the ground outside the house. John said that we d better get as far away from this house as possible. I tried to get on my feet, but I just fell on the ground again. John helped me get to the railway station, and bought me a ticket. He had to go home, so he couldn t join me. Now I am sitting here in a couch, riding as far away from that spooky place as I can, but my legs are still aching. And what is that furry little creature in the corner of the couch?