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The Haunted House
THE HAUNTED HOUSE While on a tour across the Scottish highland moor one summer noon I stopped by a Victorian house. Curious, I entered through the half-closed door, a dark room filled with antiques I could browse. In the eerie air before I could call out loud, “anybody in” the creaking wooden door closed sharply behind me. In the alarmed mind I pressed the panic button within, for with all the doors closed the way out I couldn’t see. I shivered with the creepy feeling of being trapped, saw a shadowy figure appear in the murky hallway, as if striding in air into the sinister room he stepped. Saw his scalded fiery face before he turned it away. Scared I wailed, “I’m sorry I entered”, as he came near, “please help, open the door for me, out I should go”. He looked at me, a single word I didn’t hear him utter. He walked silently to the door in a floating stride slow. How he opened so softly the heavy door I couldn’t see, I rushed out in a breath to the open in flood of sunlight. Before I could turn back quickly the door closed on me, I couldn’t say “thank you”, the man was out of sight. In nearby village I queried about the man and the house, I’m told if anyone lived in the haunted house they’d know. In the outhouse fire that took them a long time to dowse the lone caretaker was burnt to death some two years ago. August 22, 2018 Contest : The Haunted House Spnsored by : Dear Heart
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