Brady stood at the foot of the old grimy window staring into the dusk sky waiting to for the familiar sound of tires over gravel. Soon the crunching noise broke through peaceful summer night as the family car backed out of the garage and started down the long drive. As the bright red taillights of the car disappeared into the distance he couldn’t help but feel excited. Finally with his parents gone and no one coming over to watch over him, he had, for the first time, the whole house to himself.
With the car gone Brady set off to complete all the chores his parents had left him. He had big plans for the night and no boring chores were going to get in his way. Quickly he headed to the kitchen where he began washing the dishes, then on to the laundry machine, and then to make the beds. As he worked inside the tired old house, the sun outside slowly dipped below the horizon, darkening the countryside.
The saggy old couch gave a sigh and spit out a puff of dust as Brady collapsed down onto it. Exhausted but with his chores finally done, he decided to scratch his plans for the evening of inviting friends over, opting instead to just relax on the couch. As he reached for the boxy old television remote, the noises of the night coming through the open window behind him fell silent. Strange, he thought but quickly forgetting about it he clicked the remote. Suddenly the walls of the dark, worn living room lit up as the TV sputtered and flashed to life. Shadows danced around the room, and images flashed, while he went to get something to eat from the kitchen. First to the fridge and then shuffling through the drawers, Brady was unaware of the light rattling sound of the locked front door being covered up by the noise of the TV in the...
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On the way home Brady tried to explain the threat that waited for the family ahead. Skeptical his father pulled up the gravel drive, parked the car, and got out to examine the house. Brady getting out as well followed closely behind his father, as he searched every inch of the house finding nothing of importance. Unconvinced with their son’s story, the couple wrote off his it off as simply a ploy to get their attention for leaving him alone.
That night Brady’s mother tucked him in, assuring he was safe inside their house. As she shut the door and walked away she noticed for the first time a set of light scratch marks on her sons door, making her wonder if maybe he was telling the truth, while inside the room Brady was sitting up at the noise of his closet door opening. As he looked over the door was slowly opening revealing a dark shadow lurking inside.
His best friends, J.T. and Digger, pulled a prank on the new neighbors that took a terrible turn. The new neighbors child, Ben, died in the midst of the practical joke. Brady didn’t want to get involved in this problem but he realized that the prank was actually his overall idea. He was joking about pulling the prank but apparently the other boys took it too seriously. Brady had to make a decision on whether to turn in his friends, tell the truth and protect his family or lie, not tell anyone and protect his best friends. His choice on what to do will affect everyone involved either for the better or worse. In the text it states, “It would just kill her to know what J.T. and Digger had done, and how it was all my idea…” This quote proves that if Brady’s family found out what had happened, they would be shocked and surprised but still glad that he told the truth and owned up to his mistakes. Brady decides to tell the truth to his father and ends up turning his friends in. Because he told the truth and did not take place in the actual prank/murder, Brady did not face any punishment but unfortunately his friends did. In the text, Brady states, “I just had to remember why I was doing it. Because it was the right thing to do.” This proves that Brady knew what he had to turn them in but was afraid to do it. He knew it would get his best friends in trouble but he knew he had to do the right
The play, Doubt: A Parable written by John Patrick Shanley, is based purely on uncertainty. Throughout the whole play, all I felt was uncertainty and I have still not come to a firm conclusion about what Father Flynn has done. There are many pieces of evidence proving his guilt and proving his innocence. I did enjoy reading the play and I think my favorite part about it is that I will never fully know what happened and who was right. I like being able to create my own ending to a book because you get to use your imagination. Today during the debate I started out as defending Father Flynn’s innocence. I do stand by what I was defending because there is no certain evidence against him that can prove him guilty; it is all based on assumption.
...ng up the pebble road so they went outside to see who or what was coming to the plantation. When they went outside no one or thing was there one of the office workers there at the plantation said that they heard something so they went to see what it was and they saw a group of rocking chairs rocking all at the same time. Another one of the workers there said that she saw multiple things move across the desk tops. One of the couple tour guides there was giving a tour when suddenly a candle stick flew across the room. Another one of the staff workers there reported hearing someone crying inside of the mansion. A staff worker Mitchell borne was working alone one night inside of the mansion when he felt someone touching his arm. One of the tour guides was walking around when they did not have a tour and saw a figure sitting upright in one of the beds. ("Ghosts tales”).
In Shadow of a Doubt, Hitchcock utilizes and stretches the ambiguous line between comedy and suspense by utilizing smaller characters in the film to keep the story line moving, and to help break sequence or rhythm of what the audience had been perceiving at the time. Many of the minor characters were used as “fillers”, such as the waitress in the bar when Uncle Charlie and Charlie are sitting in the bar, and makes the comment “I would die for a ring like this”; or the quiet, gentle neighbor Herb who is fascinated with the process of homicide and murder. It brings to the audience an immediate comic relief, but similar to all of Hitchcock, leaves an unsettling feeling of fear and suspense with the viewer. Shadow of a Doubt is a film that hits very close to home for me, primarily because of the small town feel very similar to Orono that I have grown to know so well. There is a brutal irony that lurks through the film, especially during the time period that the film was made. The picturesque stereotype of small town life in the 40’s is brutally torn apart by Hitchcock wit and creative ingénue, putting the viewer in an uncomfortable mind stretch of reality.
In the play “Doubt, a Parable” John Patrick Shanley does a remarkable job constructing a play that leaves his audience with doubt throughout the play from when the beginning till the end. The relationship between Father Flynn and Sister Aloysius is a back and forth conflict between certainty and doubt.
Daniel is furious about moving into an old run down house on a farm in West Virginia. He use to live the average life, he had tons of friends, was popular, belonged to a country club, lived in a very very nice home, what could go wrong. He had to leave everything and start over with his family. He has one sister named Erica who is not social at all. She is just a kid around 7, while Daniel is around 12. Daniel feels so alone while, his family starts to pull apart. Not only does his family become broke and mean but he has no friends, everyone hates him and Erica. People at school and on the bus start telling Erica and Daniel stories about their house. Erica soon becomes frighten by the stories that are being told so, Daniel has to try to comfort her every day. But,
The next morning, Maggie filed a police report about seeing the young boy in their house the previous night prior to her husband’s death. The police went to the Wilson’s house to investigate, but the boy was gone and there was no sign of any unusual activity. The three of them went back to their home where they mourned the loss of their dad and husband. The next night went smooth, they all stayed in the guest bedroom, avoiding the room where they had seen the young boy, and the room where Joe died. Two days later, at Joe’s funeral, Reagan spotted a young boy that looked like the boy she saw floating into her room that dreadful night. Reagan rushed over to her mom and Chandler to tell them what she saw. The night of the funeral, thunderstorms moved in and a big gust of wind blew a tree limb down onto the power lines adjacent to their house. This caused a power outage in the middle of the night followed by a loud lightning strike, which woke Maggie up. Suddenly an image appeared to be floating toward her. The shadow immediately made her think of the young boy they saw the other day. Before Maggie could call the police, the young boy strangled her to death. Her screams woke Reagan and Chandler up. They hid under the covers crying and hoping the young demon boy would go away. However,
The narrator then led the three men all around the house. No evidence of foul play were found. Later, the narrator chatted with the three men. Furthermore, the narrator believed that he heard the old man’s heart beating beneath the floor boards where he hid him after the crime. He felt that the old man’s heart beat grew louder and louder. He asked “why would they not be gone?” He thought he sound proofed the floor well. After questioning the heart beat sound, while still trying to have a conversation with the men, he swung his chair and opened the floor board where the old man’s body laid, but then the sound grew even louder. After praising God, he finally admitted to the crime scene and the shriek that the neighbor
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
Through the gap in the living room curtains, a shaft of midday sunlight illuminated the mans tired, worn face. The wrinkles which bored deeply into his skin rested in an expression of defeat and exhaustion. The world seemed no place for him. Time was the thief the man had always suspected it to be. It had stolen his wife, his friends. All had left now were his memories and even those were fading.
When he arrived at the home the servant who took his hoarse and directed him to the room that Mr. Usher was in greeted him. Inside the house was also very ornate, but it to had also been left alone for to long. The entire house had a gloomy atmosphere that would put a chill down most people’s spines. When he entered the room his friend was staying in he was warmly welcomed. He could not believe the changes that his dear childhood friend had endured.
Shadow of a Doubt is an Alfred Hitchcock film that was shot on location in the 1940's town of Santa Rosa, California. The town itself is representative of the ideal of American society. However, hidden within this picturesque community dark corruption threatens to engulf a family. The tale revolves around Uncle Charlie, a psychotic killer whose namesake niece, a teenager girl named Charlie, is emotionally thrilled by her Uncles arrival. However her opinion slowly changes as she probes into her mysterious uncle. In the film, director/producer Alfred Hitchcock blends conventions of film noir with those of a small town domestic comedy as a means of commenting on the contradictions in American values.
The darkness of her bedroom crept into her body. As time progressed the sounds of the evening grew louder leaving her in a state of fear. Amongst the dark room she would see the shadow of someone standing outside her bedroom window. She didn’t know why someone would want to hurt her. Afraid to tell her parents she found refuge underneath the sheets of her bed. After several sleepless nights she spoke to her mother about the mysterious person outside her window. Her mother shrugged it off and told her that no one was there and not to worry. Her mother believed that this was either her imagination or eating too close to her bedtime. However, Elyn was determined to catch this mysterious man. Next, she enlisted the help of her brother Warren. Frightened they hid in the closet waiting to capture the bandit. Unfortunately, this heroic attempt was unsuccessful as the bandit never revealed himself to anyone but her. Soon it became apparent to everyone that no one was outside her window. But, these feelings of a watchful eye never fled her. As a result, Elyn spent many nights terrified underneath her sheets only falling a sleeping from
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.