Gothic Horror Story Essay Example
Gothic Horror Story
Heather Monkhouse
The rain fell down like tiny stones upon the weathered roof. It’s a gentle shower just now but the forecast said it is to get worse. The rain was making the atmosphere even darker and stuffier than usual. Save this. It is a normal Saturday night and as usual parents are out for some “time to themselves” I don’t have any brothers or sisters and I’m not aloud out because of the weather, so I’m left in myself for the night.
My parents have left me in with a huge list of chores to do, none which I am very excited about. I have finally completed the last of them and I finished it off by bringing the mail up from the mail box, I am running down to the mailbox through the rain I noticed the rain got heavier. I heard a rumble of thunder in the distance. I hurried back inside and locked the door. It was strange now that I had nothing to do so I decided to take a shower and just relax for the remainder of the night. As I stepped into the bathroom I felt a harsh breeze slap me in the face, I realized I left the window open when I was cleaning it. As I shut the window I saw that fog had condensed on the mirror and there were some sort of strange smudges cutting through the fog. I thought they looked almost like claw marks but reason took over me and told me that they were marks from the water droplets had smudged down the mirror. I took my shower and dried off without a second thought.
As I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to make some dinner, I saw that the door was unlocked. I was surprised as I clearly remember locking it when I came in from getting the mail and if I did in fact lock it nothing could have came in… did something get out? No, no my mind is playing tricks on me I must have not locked it in the first place. My heart rate slowed as I relocked the door (making sure I actually did it this time) and I went back to the kitchen.
While my noodles soaked in boiling water, I gazed out the large old window
Heather Monkhouse
The rain fell down like tiny stones upon the weathered roof. It’s a gentle shower just now but the forecast said it is to get worse. The rain was making the atmosphere even darker and stuffier than usual. Save this. It is a normal Saturday night and as usual parents are out for some “time to themselves” I don’t have any brothers or sisters and I’m not aloud out because of the weather, so I’m left in myself for the night.
My parents have left me in with a huge list of chores to do, none which I am very excited about. I have finally completed the last of them and I finished it off by bringing the mail up from the mail box, I am running down to the mailbox through the rain I noticed the rain got heavier. I heard a rumble of thunder in the distance. I hurried back inside and locked the door. It was strange now that I had nothing to do so I decided to take a shower and just relax for the remainder of the night. As I stepped into the bathroom I felt a harsh breeze slap me in the face, I realized I left the window open when I was cleaning it. As I shut the window I saw that fog had condensed on the mirror and there were some sort of strange smudges cutting through the fog. I thought they looked almost like claw marks but reason took over me and told me that they were marks from the water droplets had smudged down the mirror. I took my shower and dried off without a second thought.
As I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to make some dinner, I saw that the door was unlocked. I was surprised as I clearly remember locking it when I came in from getting the mail and if I did in fact lock it nothing could have came in… did something get out? No, no my mind is playing tricks on me I must have not locked it in the first place. My heart rate slowed as I relocked the door (making sure I actually did it this time) and I went back to the kitchen.
While my noodles soaked in boiling water, I gazed out the large old window