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Haunted house narrative writing. The house stood on the top of lonely hill. There was no chance of taking the way through roads. I had to take the shortcut.

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13 Redwood Villa It was cloudy and the first few specks of the rain were exploding on the dark gravel. I was in the park and I knew that I was going to get drenched if I didn't make my way quickly from there. A major storm could be heard on the distance echoing through the silent night. I had to reach there, as quickly as possible. Just a few moments ago, I had got the message from my friend, Lucy, to go there - 13 Redwood Villa. She had asked me to reach there by 7 pm and it was already half past six. Thunder clapped overhead and the clouds burst on the horizon. The house stood on the top of lonely hill. There was no chance of taking the way through roads. I had to take the shortcut. "What shall I do", I pondered over it the second and decided I'd go the hill way to the top. So, I moved forwards. It was dead chilling cold and the rain had made it even more difficult to walk. The cloud had obscured the moon in the dark night and the whole way filled with sense of anger and malice. ...read more.


The windows upstairs were covered with large, black curtains which flapped along as the gust of wind rushed inside the windows. All the walls were covered with cobwebs. The floor creaked under my feet. That corridor had even more doors that led to unknown rooms. And I could still hear the voices. Just then I saw someone hurrying inside one of the doors. It might have been the same person of whom I had heard footsteps of. I was shocked and shivered with frightfulness. "Who else could be inside? Was it Lucy?" I decided to follow the person. But the dim light of the moon flickered and the person darted away. I missed. That must have been my imagination. Slowly I entered the room standing just behind me. That room was such a mess, as if someone had torn it apart in rage. All the things were tipped over on the floor. Through the bars of windows I could see the sky slowly clearing up. I looked at my watch. It was already ten to seven. I still hadn't seen Lucy yet. "If this was her trick to scare me then I would've never forgiven her, but what if she wasn't playing a trick. She should've been here by now!" ...read more.


The only thing I could now hear was my own breath. Through the windows, the pale light of the moon shone beneath the dark deep clouds. Everything seemed so ghastly and unrealistic. I got up and slowly made my way towards the final door. My knees were now too weak, I had to bend and walk. Lastly, I reached it. I grabbed the door handle and pushed myself inwards. Oh my God! The room was so dark and so creepy. No windows, no light, nothing! I stood there in the silent darkness for a moment, holding my breath. I knew there was something hidden behind this darkness. I was now too much scared. So, I started backing away. Suddenly, something touched my back. I swore it was a human hand. "I must run away". All these creepiness was now too much for me to bear. But a noise behind me made me stop. I turned around slowly and tried to adjust my eyes in the darkness. Bare feet hit the floor loudly as I heard someone running towards me. "Hello, who's there", I shrieked with fear. Silence! But suddenly the lights flicked open and the balloons popped out. I saw all the faces I knew. Before I could even realise anything, everyone shouted "Happy Birthday, James!" ?? ?? ?? ?? English coursework Asmita Dhakal Page 1 of 4 ...read more.

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