Creative Story: The Dark House
Earlier today, John and I were taking a walk in the outskirts of the town,
when we saw an old house on top of a hill. I wanted to take a closer look at it,
but John looked a little spooked, and mumbled something about not wanting to go
there. I convinced him that there was nothing to be afraid of, it's just an old
house which haven't been occupied for a while, though I wasn't sure whether
someone really was living there. We walked up the driveway, up to the house. It
was huge. The place looked deserted, the grass wasn't mowed for ages, and
everything was a mess. John chew nails like crazy, but I still wanted to check
this place out.
The door was made of wood, and looked like it ...
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kicked the
door. It slowly slid open, and I went inside. «Wow! What a huge mansion we've
got here!» John took a peek into the house, but didn't dare go inside.
There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left
and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn't
locked, so I carefully turned the knob, and the door opened. Suddenly I felt
someone touch my shoulder. I turned around immediately to see, but there was
nobody there. «Probably just my imagination», I said to myself, and went on into
the room.
It was a lounge, with some impressive furniture, antiques and other objects.
It was a lot to look at, and I yelled for John. He didn't reply, so I went to
check on him. All I found outside the house was a shoe, and his necklace. I
couldn't quite understand what was going on. If he'd run away, at least he'd
taken his belongings with him. The door slammed shut behind me, and my heart
stopped for a second or two. I turned, and ...
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I could see its long, bloodstained teeth, and its red eyes,
staring at me. I couldn't move, I panicked. The bunny jumped and bit my arm, my
god it was painful, and the blood started running, dripping on the floor. I
kicked the bunny, it flew towards the hall, and then I broke the window with my
shoe. But something kept me back. I had sworn revenge, so I couldn't leave this
house until I had eliminated the creature which had killed John. I turned, the
bunny came running towards me, and I grabbed a knife to fight it off with. I
waved the knife around, trying to stab the bunny to death, and managed to do so
after having been bit way too many times in my legs. The kitchen didn't ...
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