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English assignment - A Horror Story

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The rain was drumming against the window. The sky, a dark grey colour, looked like as if it at any moment would break apart and reveal the fireworks that were lightning. The girl, one amongst others in the room, incessantly had her emerald eyes on the world beyond that glass, not really noticing anything else going on around her. The teacher, she noted, had been talking during the entire lesson only pausing whenever someone asked a question, but anything that was said and anything beyond that was lost on her ears.
Time did not seem to pass, and if it did, it did not do it fast enough.
Everything went by in a blur, when her senses were finally brought back by a light engulfing the sky and a sound, not unlike the roar of a lion, took over and all the remaining sounds were silenced.
It was close. Very close. So close that one could still feel the statics in the air even seconds after it had passed, making the girl's short brown hair rise. So like everyone else in the classroom.

Rrrriiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggg!

Hell broke loose. Everyone was in a hurry to get home despite the state of the weather outside. A few stayed behind not minding to take their time to pack their things nor caring to willingly walk into the nightmarish traffic the halls would be in at the moment.

The girl was one of those, slowly and carefully packing her things, however, her thoughts still far away, floating like clouds in the sky. She only started packing out of habit more than anything else; she had not even heard the bell ring, really.
Distantly, she could hear someone call her name, but she did not register it before something kept poking her cheek. Or rather, someone.

"Hey 'Mone! Your head's in the clouds. What's up?" a cheerful voice met her ear.

She looked up, her eyes meeting blue orbs, which held a somewhat mischievous glint. She knew that glint all too well and it never promised any good. Just great.

"The sky" was the curt answer Simone offered her friend.

The other's features changed to a frown. Now THAT you did not see every day. "That bad, is it? What's the matter? What are you thinking of?"

"It's nothing to worry about, Liz. I just woke up this morning with a really bad feeling, that's all. I just haven't gotten rid of it yet."

Liz gave out a short laugh, regaining her cheerfulness. "So that's it! The keyword in that sentence is yet; have no worry; I have a brilliant plan to lighten your mood!" Before Simone could say anything, Liz caught sight of something behind her back. "Hey, Bill! Get your fat arse over here ASAP!"

Bill, slightly taken back, went over to the two girls without a word. Although Liz called him fat he was one of thinner boys of the class, well-built but thin with light blond hair and hazel eyes. Only Liz would consider him fat; she herself was as thin as a needle, her golden hair with pink locks tied up in a ponytail. In the matter of growth, she was quite behind; anyone who did not know her would think that she just was a scrawny boy, that is, if it was not for her hair. With that in mind, Simone looked down at herself; she was not fat, not in the least; she just had curves enough for herself and Liz.

"Hey Liz. What's the-".

"How DARE you go without saying goodbye to moi?!" Liz cut him off in such an overdramatic way that would make anyone gag. "ME! Your GIRLFRIEND!"

Simone looked up from studying herself to look at Liz disbelievingly.

Liz returned the look. "What? It WILL happen one day!"

"Erm, Liz, if that was all you wanted then I think I'll be going now," Bill said, unnerved by Liz' outburst.

"Huh? Oh wait, I have something," Liz said, everything else forgotten.

"What?"

"Well~, since 'Mone is sad, I thought we needed to cheer her up! And I have the perfect idea how to do that!" she said excitedly, not even caring to wait for a response from the other two. "You know my dad, the police detective, right? Well, anyway, he's always kept copies of every single report of every single case in this town." Eyebrows were raised. "Don't ask. I suppose it's for references. He hasn't bothered to hide them from us." Eyebrows were raised even higher. "What? Like you would call putting them in a locked chest in the attic with the key in an empty cookie-jar on the furthest back in one of the cupboards hiding? It's very interesting reading, especially one in particular. You know that old geezer Wedger, who lives in that old estate just outside of town? You remember when it was a hotel, right? Well, it was closed down 10 years ago because business was slow. It's no wonder, really, considering what a little town this is. Actually, it does not seem like there's ever been any customers. Anyway, back when it was still in business he had it with his wife and his sister, but afterwards those two disappeared without a trace. They didn't find any bodies; in fact, they did not find anything that could even indicate that they had been there in the first place. Ol' Wedgie wasn't arrested due to lack of evidence, well, not anything solid anyway. Now he has closed himself off of society and is only seen when he's out doing groceries every Wednesday, which, will you look at that, is today!"

The other two waited a few seconds to make sure that their friend had finished her rant before responding. "What?"

Liz looked at them both blankly; "I do not think you got my point. Let me translate: the estate will be empty a good hour or two."

Bill looked at her questioningly, talking in a disbelieving yet bored tone. "Sooo… You want us to break into the estate." It was more of a statement, than a question. "Why?"

"Because we're going to look for clues~," she answered quite content with herself.

"So we're going to break into a creep's and possible murderer's house to look for something that the police had overlooked? How's that going to make me feel better?"

"It's going to make you think of something else," Liz answered, shrugging.

Simone had nothing to say to that; Liz had a point, but still... that feeling had not disappeared yet; it had increased. "What about your dad?"

"What he does not know is not going to hurt him."
Great. Simone was about to decline, when suddenly Liz looked at her with those pleading puppy dog eyes. Bloody hell. "Alright, just stop looking at me like that!"

"I knew it! How about you, Bill?" she looked expectantly at him.

"Well… Okay. But I'm only doing it because someone has to look after the two of you."

Liz beamed, not caring for whatever reason her friends had to agree with her.
Simone finished packing and they went on their (merry) way. The rain had stopped but clouds were still there, covering the sun with grey; any minute now the rain could fall again. Fortunately, the school was located just at the edge of town and a mile away there were some woods that went on for a good mile or two. It was near the clearing facing the town where the estate was. The walk out there would have been quiet if it was not for Liz' constant babbling about what they might find out there. After a good fifteen-minute walk they arrived, settled down in the bushes and waited. They didn't have to wait long before Ol' man Wedger came out and went down the road. They waited about half-a-minute before walking over what used to be a parking lot to the front of the house, leaving behind their bags only taking flashlights with them, which Liz had brought. The trees around it hid it from view, so that you didn't see it if you didn't know it was there; actually, it was better that way. It was old, very old. It looked as if it could fall apart at any moment; tiles lied around on the ground; only proving that fact. It wasn't well-kept at all; nature had taken its toll on the building, plants growing up and down. The few steps up to the front doors were all broken in some places. All in all: it was a dump, still, some of its former glory remained.

"I do not understand why he hasn't sold this place, so it could be torn down."

"Probably could not bear it. May have a lot of memories."

Liz moved towards the door and took its handle.

Simone snorted; "Oh please, do you really think that he would leave the door-"Click "-unlocked?!"

The door creaked open and Simone just stood there gaping. "How can he just leave it unlocked like that?!"

Bill gave the house a good look again before answering, "I cannot imagine anything worth stealing here."

With that being said the three of them went inside. The inside was, if possible, even more of a wreck than the outside. The walls had cracks and the wall carpet was missing several places. There were markings from where paintings had been hanging. Centremost was the stairway, which led to the second floor, and it was broken in more than one place. Dust was everywhere; it was empty.

"Wow."

"You've said it."

"Liz what if he returns before we get out?"

"Not to worry. It's way easier to get out than in and that was easy enough. If he does, we will be out before he would even know we were here."

They went to what seemed to have been the check-in area. Lots of books were scattered on the floor. Bill picked one of them up and checked the content; "You might want to check this out." They did just that.

    1991

    Emily Williams
    Regular room/Double bed
    11. February – 15. February

    Michael Thomson
    Regular room/Single bed
    13. February – 20. February

    Reginald Johnson
    Regular room/Double bed
    14. February – 23. February

    Susan Goodman
    Suite/Double bed + 3 beds
    18. February – 1. March


It went on like that, records of people, who came to stay the night there.

"I thought you said they did not have any customers."

"According to police records they did not; it does not make any sense."

"Never mind that, let's see what else is in here."

They looked through more records. Apparently, as the years went by, fewer and fewer customers came up until 1998, where there only were about 3.

"That's year before they had to close down! I wonder how everything went so bad."

"Does it matter now? I suggest we go on."

They went to the right down the nearest corridor, checking every room they got by. They discovered that the closer the room was to the hall the emptier or messier the room would be; the last room of each corridor was actually decent enough to live in. When they had checked every drawer or closet or whatnot in every room in every corridor, they decided to check the kitchen before going upstairs.

The kitchen was surprisingly in as bad a state as most of the first floor. There were a few broken dishes on the floor; in the sink was a pot filled with an unrecognizable substance, which smelled terribly; in fact, the entire kitchen smelled like rotten eggs. The refrigerator was relatively full, but everything was long past its expiration day.

"That's disgusting!"

"Ewww. I wonder how he survives like this."

"I do not care! Let's just leave!"

"What?! We're still missing the second floor."

"Can't we just leave, please?" Simone was pleading with the both of them.

Bill sighed; "I suppose we could go early, but I do not see the harm in peaking a little. The second floor, I mean. It's not THAT dark yet."

Just then they looked outside from the kitchen window. They could only see trees and even if they did not they would not be able to see the sky properly due to the dark clouds; still, the outside seemed to have grown a few shades darker since they arrived.

Liz looked at her watch; "It's 6:13 PM; we've been here almost two and a half-hour. That's odd; it should not take the Old Geezer that long. But… as long as he is not here let's go upstairs."

Simone could feel her stomach twist; that bad feeling had not left. "But…"

"Do not worry 'Mone, we will be leaving soon."

Of course, they spent a good part of an hour there. By the time they were nearly done it was pitch-black outside and they only had one room left.

"It would seem that we will be needing these," Liz chirped, referring to the flashlights.

"Yeah, let's just get this over with," Simone said, adding under her breath: "Even though
we will not find anything." She did not believe that herself.

Liz grabbed the handle of the last door and… it was stuck. She tried again. It would not budge. In the end, it took the combined strength of all three to open the door. And how they wished they had not.

"Argh! It reeks in there!"

"Good Lord! What went in there and died?!"

Despite the nauseating smell coming from the room, they all went into the room, determined. Well, it least two of them did; Simone still was not sure if it was a good idea.

The moment they all stepped inside, they could feel chills run down their spines; it was not because it was particularly cold inside, but there just was… something.
The inside was a mess; tables and chairs were all turned and lied everywhere; pieces of glass were scattered everywhere on the floor along with other miscellaneous things. At the other side of the room there were some large windows, where one could just make out the upcoming moon.

"What is this place?"

"I think the restaurant of sorts. Over there is what might be a service lift; I saw one in the kitchen, too. Afterwards, they must have put all sorts of things in here."

"Weird place for a storage room."

"Weird of people to make reservation for a place in the middle of nowhere in a town where nothing happens. Even more weird to build a hotel in the middle of nowhere near a town where nothing happens. This place must have been worth a fortune and with good reason."

"Good point."

Then they started looking everything over, making their way through the room toward the large window. The moon was half-way up when Simone saw something that looked to be a watch on a chair, at the foot of mirror. She was on her way towards it when her foot hit something soft and somewhat squishy. Sinking her flashlight she led out a yelp. Liz and Bill were at her side in seconds.

"What is it 'Mone? What did you find?"

Looking down they saw what caused the surprised sound. There on the ground was the most disgusting thing they had ever seen in their entire life dressed in a man's clothes and thin grey hair sticking out of its head. It was the rotting corpse Benjamin Wedger, the owner of the estate.

The three of them would have run out and hurled their insides out had they not been nailed to the spot in shock, all thinking the exact same thing: just who had left the estate earlier?

A glint of light caught Simone's attention and looked at the source of it. It did not take long for the other two to shift their attention to where Simone's line of sight was. After a quick glance in the mirror they all turned around to see the moon being reflected in the sharp blade of a knife.



Later on the police found their bags in the bushes outside, but nothing else.
Not scary at all, really ^^;
I'll leave you to guess what is wrong with that house ;)

We've had the theme horror in English in the past couple of weeks and it has as of now come to an end. :( I'll miss it.
Our new theme is insanity :)

It is a little rushed in the end, so sorry about that :(

I basically own everyone, maybe with the exception of Liz, who kind of is a dear friend of mine under another name.
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