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صاحبة المنتدى
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عدد المساهمات : 4759
تاريخ التسجيل : 15/09/2012
الموقع : منتديات صحبة دراسيه
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 |  موضوع: The House at number 3 الخميس يناير 17, 2013 8:07 pm | |
| 'Nobody had ever entered number 3. In fact, ever since the incident in the house had happened, almost the whole of Wolfs Close had been deserted'[ندعوك للتسجيل في المنتدى أو التعريف بنفسك لمعاينة هذه الصورة] Nobody had ever entered number 3. In fact, ever since the incident in the house had happened, almost the whole of Wolfs Close had been deserted. I say almost, because my family refused to ever move. My mum and dad always thought it was silly to go running away from a house that was ten blocks away and had supposedly been the scene of a murder. It seemed they couldn't have made a worse decision.
I stood outside number 3, the rusting steel gates looming
over me. The two gargoyles that were perched on either side
of the gates stared me in the eye with their creepy stone stare.
I knew I shouldn't have gone inside. The guilt inside me
was weighing me down with every step I took. But if I didn't do it,
I would be wondering about what was inside
the house for the rest of my life.
The colossal wooden doors at the entrance to the mansion
creaked as I pushed them open. A waft of dust and
cobwebs hit me in the face as I walked through the arched doorway
and my nose immediately picked up the scent of something I dreaded.
A rich coppery smell; something I knew the smell of too quickly
and wondered what it would be doing drifting around a house
that had been empty for around 10 years.
And then I saw the smell's gruesome source: a rail of rich,
red blood trickled down the grand, spiralling stair case.
My eyes followed the trail all the way up the stairs,
all the way to the top, where I saw something
I will never be able to erase from my mind. The limp body
of a young girl, around 4 or 5 years of age,
was sprawled awkwardly across the upper corridor and,
right in the middle of her chest, was a dagger,
smothered in her blood.
The next part happened all to quickly. I turned to run, away
from the house and the girl, but even before
I had reached the door I knew it was too late for that.
If the blood was still fresh that meant this murder mustn't
have been too long ago. And that also meant
the killer was probably still there.
Just as I had reached the main doors, I felt something pulling on
the collar of my jumper. I tried to turn my head but it felt
as if my murderer-to-be had control of my whole body.
Oh god. I knew what was coming now. The throbbing pain
of a knife piercing through my back.
I braced myself for the on coming pain....
But it never happened. I breathed out with relief,
but it seemed as if I had spoken too fast.
Pain surged through my body and everything went black.
I was in a world of darkness. To this day I have been trapped
in the darkness with only the faded spirit of
the girl I had seen to keep me company.
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