Narrative Essay On Gothic Culture
Growing up, my parents, who were strict christians not only ran a church but the cemetery that came along with it. In our cellar, believe it or not, we stored the corpses which were soon to be buried six feet into the ground. It was an unspoken rule, I never went there — until that one afternoon.
Emily, my best friend was going through a goth phase, which she portrayed by using white concealer to cover her cheeks and black, black, black eyeliner to shape her eyes. But that wasn’t enough:
“Spider webs, candle light, dripping wax, dark cellars and scary morgues are also part of the gothic culture, which you and I have to experience together!” Emily insisted, even after I assured her that our cellar morgue definitely did not entail these gothic features she read about in books or …show more content…
Let me out, take me to my daughter.
“Okay, okay,” my bottom lip quivers. “I’ll let you out, I’ll take you to your.. daughter.”
Meanwhile Emily has run to our freezer and bought a lamb chomp ‘to protect ourselves like they do in movies’ and hides it behind her back. I give her a what-the-hell look, but she just shrugs as we Let the corpse out, take him to his daughter.
Silently and scared to death at the same time we walk next to each other behind the corpse to show him out.
Then we stop, in the middle of the tracks, naturally assuming that the corps knows his way, that the corps wouldn’t realise.. till suddenly he turns around and the flowery scent of our garden turns into a stinging one.
“Follow me,” he hoarsely orders, just as it lifts us by our throats. “I.. will.. kill you!”
And it all goes by so fast. Just as the tight grip around our throats is about to get tighter, Emily swings the lamb chomp like a base-ball bat into the corpses head, till he falls backwards, with our throats still in his grip and landing faces landing face-first onto the cement-tiled pavement.
But it doesn’t hurt, we are too paralysed by the shock of it all to feel
Emily, my best friend was going through a goth phase, which she portrayed by using white concealer to cover her cheeks and black, black, black eyeliner to shape her eyes. But that wasn’t enough:
“Spider webs, candle light, dripping wax, dark cellars and scary morgues are also part of the gothic culture, which you and I have to experience together!” Emily insisted, even after I assured her that our cellar morgue definitely did not entail these gothic features she read about in books or …show more content…
Let me out, take me to my daughter.
“Okay, okay,” my bottom lip quivers. “I’ll let you out, I’ll take you to your.. daughter.”
Meanwhile Emily has run to our freezer and bought a lamb chomp ‘to protect ourselves like they do in movies’ and hides it behind her back. I give her a what-the-hell look, but she just shrugs as we Let the corpse out, take him to his daughter.
Silently and scared to death at the same time we walk next to each other behind the corpse to show him out.
Then we stop, in the middle of the tracks, naturally assuming that the corps knows his way, that the corps wouldn’t realise.. till suddenly he turns around and the flowery scent of our garden turns into a stinging one.
“Follow me,” he hoarsely orders, just as it lifts us by our throats. “I.. will.. kill you!”
And it all goes by so fast. Just as the tight grip around our throats is about to get tighter, Emily swings the lamb chomp like a base-ball bat into the corpses head, till he falls backwards, with our throats still in his grip and landing faces landing face-first onto the cement-tiled pavement.
But it doesn’t hurt, we are too paralysed by the shock of it all to feel