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Short Story The sudden, severe storm caught me totally unaware. I was walking down Peppers Road when the dark clouds started to build. I looked around as I huddled under a large, dead oak tree which offered me little or no protection from the razor-sharp rain. Almost all of the houses on this abandoned street were too badly damaged for me to take shelter in, except for one. The house loomed impressive and morbid in the greenish-black sky. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the house and I saw that the windows were broken, but the structure seemed sound. I started to think what I should do; my options were to either stay under this great dead oak tree risking getting hit by lightning or should I go into the old house, not knowing who, or what, might be in there. My answer however was about to be decided for me when a flash of lightning hit the tree and a scent of scorched bark filled the air. ...read more.


The silence throbbed in my ears; I stood at the bottom of the staircase. The sounds had come from upstairs. My curiosity and swallowed my fears and nervously ascended the battered and dilapidated stairs, not knowing what I was going to encounter. On the second floor I found a bathroom furnished in an old murky green with scale on it, I left it undisturbed as the floor looked unsafe. I found several bedrooms laden with cloth-covered antiques, clothes that might have been beautiful at one time, and tarnished jewellery. The walls and floor where all wooden, they were illuminated by the constant stream of lightning flashes that came through the stained window that towered over me. At the end of the second floor, I found yet another stair well. This one was dark and coated with lacy spider webs. It led to what must have been the children's floor at one point. There was a play room that took up most of the space, along with two bedrooms with dainty furniture, and the nurse's room. ...read more.


I hit something solid inside the box. Whatever I had hit, it didn't feel like antiques or clothes. My hand wondered upward and found a large protruding....nose! I turned my head and gasped. A flash of lightning briefly seared the sky. The harsh light highlighted a wide mouth, glowing canines, a nose, red curly hair and stern eyebrows. The man's eyes were open and staring at me. Suddenly, the faint, choking smell of wood smoke reached my nose. I felt something burning me I quickly pushed the box away and cried out. The Fire felt like it was licking at me. I backed up against the far wall; the flames had already engulfed the box. As a second flash of lightning suddenly blinding me. I Opened my eyes to see that the bottom half of the room now in flames, I made my way to the broken window and used the old trench coat to break the remainder of the razor-sharp glass. The fierce flames were approaching me rapidly, I didn't know what to do but in the distance I could hear the wail of a siren cut through the crackle of the burning house, would they reach me in time... ?? ?? ?? ?? Scott Taylor ...read more.

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