so for william this was a sort of adventure. What could have possibly happened there? does his father know?
Right, they were at the top of the corridor, lots of terrible thoughts scurried round William's mind as his eyes sped round the walls examining, all of whom were dressed rather odly, very old fashioned. He looked at one of the small gold name plates underneath, it read `Lady Elizabeth Myres, 1642-1661`. William noticed that all these people were family memberswho had passed away, long ago. William was feeling quite wary over the corridor and the room, that room. Why was this corridor covered with paintings of dead? Why not any other corridor? It was like a corridor of death. William began to feel quite odd. Tiny droplets of perspiration seeped from the pores of his palms, his candle was shaking with his body, they walked on, the further they walked, the more suspicious and wary he became. The voice in his head was desparately trying to reassure him `it's just a room, how bad can it be, its just a room`...it was no good.
On their way his father lit candles that were along the wall, they made a flickering yellow glow, moths fluttered round them. There was a cold, menacing wind which whistled slyly throught a few small cracks in the ceiling, sending a chill right through william's body. There was a noise. A footstep. Something falling. What was it? The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up, droplets of sweat trickled down his face, he turned to his father. Everything seemed fine.
"Did you hear that?", William said in a hurried whisper.
"Hear what? dont be sily boy" replied his father.
There was a nervousness in his voice but he didn't appear to be afraid. He must known what lay in that room, or he must be very brave. Little did william know that his father also, was thinking a thousand terrible thoughts, his palms were clenched an sticky, the prickly tiny hairs on the back of his neck were also standing on end, the little voices were saying `you're a man , a father and a husband, its only a silly room, how bad could it be?` But both of them knew it was that room, that room they don't speak of, that room they dont go into.
The door which was sealing the room away from life or the outside world was a huge, dark, heavy looking, intimidating, haunting old door with a huge, heavy brass handle and a lock. Whoever used this room or lived in this room liked to keep away, either that, or they were kept away.
They were at the door, the only sound was the pounding of their hearts and their breath. The quiet was menacing. They both reached for the handle, and as they pulled on it and twisted it, nothing happened. They then, steadily and carefully turned it the other way and pushed. It creaked open. There was no light inside , just darkness, and a musty smell, a decayed smell. The two candle sticks which were being carried made a dark yellow glow, the light clung to various features of the room, a chair, a dressing table, abed. So this whole walk was over a bedroom? William however knew there was something more to it, something wasnt quite right about it, it could have been something in the dusty old air but there was something almost tradgic about the room. He turned to ask his father, only to realise his father had gone! He looked just in time to see him hurridly turn the corner at the end of the corridor. So if his father was gone...where was that breathing sound coming from? the creaking?
There was absolutely nothing in the room exept old furnature and alot of dust. William was curious so he went over to the dressing table and opened one of the drawers, nothing but an old hair brush, exept it didn't look old, it looked in perfect condition, there was not a speck of dust in this drawer, everything was clean and well-kept. There was a little music box at the back of the drawer, William opened it, it played a sad tune, a very lonely unhappy tune. William noticed what looked like droplets of blood inside the box, but there was nothing else in it. He was very confused, what an odd thing to find in a box. The music stopped...and a little compartment jerked open. It had a little note inside it, just like everything else in the drawer it was perfectly preserved. He opened it. He was shaking. To his horror it was a suicide note. He had never seen one before but he knew it was. It was by a girl, Elizabeth. It said how she had spend her whole childhood locked away in this room, how her father wanted a son so he sent her to that room to live a life of neglect. She was sent leftovers from family meals and given second hand rags to keep herself warm. She spoke of revenge, how she would punish a son in the myres family, she was bitter and the time she spend in that room led her to insanity. Suicide was her release from her cruel world but her angry spirit lived on restlessly...waiting in that room until she could fulfil her promise to herself. How could she resist the boy who had walked so willingly into that room?
He dropped everything and ran to get away. He ran right into the closed door. He violently rattled the handle...nothing. The door was locked. No way out! He didn't even hear it close. He couldnt breathe. He was gasping. The walls appeared closer.The room appeared to be spinnig around him. His life seemed so far away, on the other side of the door, which as always was waiting patiently at the end of the corridor.
