The Forbidding House

It was a cold winter's night. The wind was whistling through the bare

branches of the trees. The dead leaves were dancing noisily across

pavements and all was still.

That night I was walking down Old St.Paul's Road when the clouds

started to build. I looked around as I huddled under a large, dead oak

tree. I had noticed that almost all of the houses on this abandoned

street were too badly damaged for us to take shelter in, except for

one. Lightning split the night sky without a sound, illuminating the

skeletal trees outside. The old Victorian house shook to its very

foundations as the peal of thunder rumbled hatefully across the

shimmering, tempestuous lake.

Should I stay under the tree and risk getting hit by lightning or

should I go into that old house, not knowing who, or what, might be in

there? The storm had decided for me. Lightning hit the tree, filling

the air with the scent of scorched sap. I dashed onto the porch and

pounded on the door to find it was open. As I went into the corridor,

suddenly the door had smashed shut. What was that? I felt, my heart in

my mouth. I slowly turned around. I didn't see anyone, but that didn't

mean that there couldn't be someone else in the house with me. I

hesitated. I approached the closest room to my right that happened to

be the living room. I heard a crash. I jumped and almost dropped the

lantern. My heart stopped as I listened for another sound. The silence

throbbed in my ears. I stood at the bottom of the staircase. The

sounds had come from upstairs. I swallowed my fears and climbed the

stairs.

The creaky floorboards spoke eerily for each and every step that I

took. The t...

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...he harsh light highlighted a wide

mouth with vermilion lips, glowing canines, a nose, red curly hair and

stern eyebrows. He was hung. I saw a small puddle of blood, which

seeped through the floorboards. The man's eyes were open and staring

at me. I slowly moved back towards the door.

There was a sudden explosion when lightning hit the roof above me. I

was blown out of the window and into the front garden. Until I heard

the piercing wail of a siren, which cut through the crackle of the

house as it started to burn. I just lay there as the siren got closer

and louder and at that second; a flash of the bright vivid images went

through my mind of what I had seen. As I opened my eyes I saw people

running towards me for aid. The next thing I knew I found myself in

the hospital surrounded by nurses trying to help me to heal.