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Creative Writing -The forbidding House!!!

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Creative Writing -The forbidding House!!! It was a cold winter's night. The wind was whistling through the bare branches of the trees. The dead leaves were dancing noisily across pavements and all was still. That night I was walking down Old St.Paul's Road when the clouds started to build. I looked around as I huddled under a large, dead oak tree. I had noticed that almost all of the houses on this abandoned street were too badly damaged for us to take shelter in, except for one. Lightning split the night sky without a sound, illuminating the skeletal trees outside. The old Victorian house shook to its very foundations as the peal of thunder rumbled hatefully across the shimmering, tempestuous lake. Should I stay under the tree and risk getting hit by lightning or should I go into that old house, not knowing who, or what, might be in there? The storm had decided for me. Lightning hit the tree, filling the air with the scent of scorched sap. I dashed onto the porch and pounded on the door to find it was open. As I went into the corridor, suddenly the door had smashed shut. What was that? I felt, my heart in my mouth. I slowly turned around. I didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean that there couldn't be someone else in the house with me. ...read more.


I felt something solid inside the trunk. Whatever I had found, didn't feel like antiques or clothes. I picked it up and I realised it was a dairy. I then wiped the top of it, which revealed the engraved name, 'James'. As I opened it I realized that the pages were aged and downy. The writing was hand written with jointed-up letters. At the top of the first page it said 1888. I was shocked, and intrigued in the same moment. I read the first page; it told of a happy young schoolboy who had lived here. He had adored his attic and had spent many happy hours playing in it with friends. The day had been a fairly normal one. After school he had come up into the attic with friends ready to play a first-class game of hide and seek. By the time he had reached the attic it was already dark, being winter, and while he was hiding one his friends had switched off the light to make the game more exciting. None of them had objected, they thought it would be much more fun in the dark, clambering around through rooms and over boxes of old clothes. None of them had objected, that was until they saw them. As James had chased him into the entrance room there had been a strange glowing in the corner. ...read more.


The light came from the attic, which was illuminated from under the door. I walked slowly, not knowing what was lurking behind that door, I felt my heart expanding and my pupils contracting as I approached the door. My hands were shaking as I reached for the door handle, and as I turned it I felt a warm sensation in the palms of my hand. I pushed open the door. A flash of lightning briefly seared the sky. The harsh light highlighted a wide mouth with vermilion lips, glowing canines, a nose, red curly hair and stern eyebrows. He was hung. I saw a small puddle of blood, which seeped through the floorboards. The man's eyes were open and staring at me. I slowly moved back towards the door. There was a sudden explosion when lightning hit the roof above me. I was blown out of the window and into the front garden. Until I heard the piercing wail of a siren, which cut through the crackle of the house as it started to burn. I just lay there as the siren got closer and louder and at that second; a flash of the bright vivid images went through my mind of what I had seen. As I opened my eyes I saw people running towards me for aid. The next thing I knew I found myself in the hospital surrounded by nurses trying to help me to heal. Karthik Manthena 11 Palmer ...read more.

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