House Number Six

I got tired. I rose from the floor with a sore throat, I’ve been up here for about 3 hours and I had only about twenty pictures. My body was craving water. Maybe Mark had some. I peered from the roof to see him sitting in front of the house staring into space. I stretched. What is that? Is that a shadow? Is someone in the house? But Alicia said no one entered the house after the daughter and the governor. It’s coming from that dark corner. Could it be Mark? No way, he’s down there! WHAT IS THIS? I knelt down and put my eye into the lens. I see a silhouette of a human with things draping from its arms. HELL NO! What the ………………………!!!??!!???! Oh…… My………. GOD!!!NO WAY!!

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5. The Rest of the House

I survey the rest of the house to set eyes on all types of things. There’s a piano downstairs. Used to be white too but is now just a pile of dirt. Filth covers the instrument from every angle. My image is from its front, you can see the dirty keys and the torn chair. There’s a spider web on the side of course, yet this time on the right.

There’s a chimney too. All covered in soot. It had silver decorations on the corners and similar things. The photo is tilted just so the little chair beside the chimney can be seen. It has little flowers of different colours painted on it, embroided actually. From far away it was more like a rainbow. It possessed golden legs – just like the chair though less astonishing. As if the cushion was a Lady embracing the golden legs. This was like a minute version of the golden chair. The reflection of the sun slapped you in the face, gently though. Another beautiful piece of furniture this house owns.

There’s this dark corner in the house. No light, just darkness. Unknown. It’s the only corner that is light-free. Not even one beam. A lonely corner of black. I took a quick snap. Lots of people believe the fear of darkness is just something associated with former experiences or the mind relating fear to the color black, although I believe something else. The dread of darkness is the dread of the unknown, just like some people dread tomorrow, the dread of not knowing what is going to happen next. When you fear darkness, you fear your undistinguished surroundings and settings. Some have the feeling that some scary creature from a horror movie is going to appear out of the blue - or the black in this case - and strangle them to death or as far as torture them to death, but I think there’s more to it than just that. It is the horror of you having no idea – even if it’s your own home- what is hiding under that sheet of black, that cloak that hides whatever is under it, that cloak that hides the evil – in its every form- of our imagination. The thing that we scare might steal our soul from us - or maybe worse. I took another shot of this corner for a reason I don’t know.

I got tired. I rose from the floor with a sore throat, I’ve been up here for about 3 hours and I had only about twenty pictures. My body was craving water. Maybe Mark had some. I peered from the roof to see him sitting in front of the house staring into space. I stretched. What is that? Is that a shadow? Is someone in the house? But Alicia said no one entered the house after the daughter and the governor. It’s coming from that dark corner. Could it be Mark? No way, he’s down there! WHAT IS THIS? I knelt down and put my eye into the lens. I see a silhouette of a human with things draping from its arms. HELL NO! What the ………………………!!!??!!???! Oh…… My………. GOD!!!NO WAY!!

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