English essay on horror, tension and suspense

The wind was whistling. A young lady was driving down a deserted road in her small car. It was around half ten at night, Mary was driving home from University. She was very tired and apprehensive, as she was driving alone at night along an abandoned road. As she was driving, the full moon was shone through the bare branches casting eerie shadows on the path where she saw a strange lady. She looked closer and saw a frail, old lady hobbling down the road. Mary had too much passion in her to leave the old lady suffering in the terrible weather.

Holding her steering wheel in a tight grip, she drove over to the old lady, offering a lift. With a fearful face she opened the door and let the old lady in. The old lady looked very friendly and was very thank-ful for Mary giving her a lift, but never revealed her name. The lady gave directions to where she wanted to be dropped. As Mary drove towards the location she suddenly had a terrible memory. She remembered that the old lady’s residence was the house everyone used to say was the gothic haunted house.

There was silence in the car. All that could be heard was the engine pounding. The old lady offered Mary a sweet. As she took it out from her bag, Mary noticed that her hands were covered in red. At first she thought it was from a leakage in her bag, but then she got the idea that it was a slash made by a knife as there were three deep cut. As she came close to Mary, she couldn’t stand her bodily odor it was like the smell of a rotten, bloody body.

As they got closer to the lady’s house, Mary was becoming more and more petrified. She didn’t know what she should do, whether to drop her off and speed off or go inside the house. They finally reached the old lady’s house. The lady insisted that Mary should come in. As she walked up to the haunted house, chills went down her back. Flashes of stories of children never coming out traveled to her head. She kept her strength and kept on walking saying to herself that this being a haunted house was only a silly rumor.

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She reached the door which had graffiti was written all over it. She felt that this was an abundant home. The old lady was still not conversing with Mary. She just walked with her crooked stick. As Mary walked through the lounge, the floors creaked and water dripped down from the dirty roof. She followed the old lady directing the way.

Mary moved along slowly, everything was silent. Then suddenly the machines started to work. “Who’s there?” she said startling. There was silence. The once silent atmosphere was turning into a frightening nightmare for Mary. Her head ran wild again with images of stories and horrific deathly movies. The electricity in the room where the old lady was standing was flickering, which brought shivers down Mary’s back. Suddenly the lights went out! She felt her leg being pulled. It was stuck. She sat on the floor with fear of death.

She heard movements coming from the corner, so she slowly looked up. It was pitch black and the few rays of light coming from the window didn’t help much, apart from allowing her to see very faintly. She felt and heard breathing on the back of her neck and she knew someone or something was definitely in the room with her. The back-up lights turned on and, in a split second, she turned around to see who was there. She saw a man hanging with his hands and legs tied up to a rope from the ceiling. His eyes were rolled up and his bloody body seemed drained of fluid.

Mary screamed as loud as she could. Suddenly the body’s head moved slightly. She stopped screaming and stared at it as she slowly made her way to the door. She began to shake. She didn’t know what it was doing, but she continued to gaze at the tenderly skinny, half rotten, immensely wrinkled body hanging from the ceiling.

She tried to open the door but her trembling hands made it impossible to do anything. She looked back at the man and she saw the body turning around. She thought to herself “how is that possible?” She recollected the event in her imagination. She slowly went towards it, keeping a safe distance and tried to recognize whom it was. She looked at his eyes and they moved to look directly into hers. She fell back and tried to get up as quickly as she could. She ran straight towards the door, pushing everything out of her way and finally crashing into the door with a thump. The cackling turned into cries of struggle and she screamed as loud as she could, hoping for someone to come and rescue her.

The body was on the floor with its head facing down and its legs in opposite directions. It began to cackle and then leapt out towards Mary. She tried to run, but it jumped onto her back and stabbed her on her head and back ferociously. She dropped to the ground and her eyes slowly closed, as if she was given some poison that put her to sleep.

She slowly woke up to find herself in one of the haunted house’s rooms, with the old lady who had red blood on her hands.

She was confused about what happened that night, as the old lady said that she had fallen asleep. But when she roamed her hands at the back of her head she felt cuts and deep wounds, but no blood. She was afraid and petrified.

She stood in the middle of the room with the old lady and the mysterious body. There was again silence; only the heavy beating of the rain on the windows and door could be heard. She listened to the thunder and saw a few lightening bolts. She heard a loud thump from the room next door. She roamed around and at the right moment rain out of the room and out of the haunted house. As she made her escape, her heart was beating faster then she had ever experienced.

She ran into her car and quickly drove off. She had only spent half an hour in that haunted house, but to her it felt like hours. She drove furiously home, not knowing what had happen to her since the moment she saw a dead body in the haunted house.

Since that day’s experience, she never gives lifts to any stranger and always stays in her car with her doors locked until she reaches her destination.