I came to the front, which said, “Enter if you dare.” I snickered to myself, in such, pitying the man. When I opened the door, all I saw were cobwebs, everywhere. They covered everything, making the walls white, like snow. The dim lighting in the foyer made the room especially eerie. There was a dark staircase leading upstairs straight ahead of me, so that’s where I proceeded to.
I dear to come closer. I hear nothing but my own footsteps. I pushed the door and I entered the house. It was dark inside even though there were candles lit everywhere. As I went further my eyes were getting use to the darkness and I started to make out some weird shapes on the walls.
I assured them that we were going to be fine and so we bravely continued our way through the hallway. We steadily walked to the stairs, but the lights started to flicker around us. Then suddenly, BOOM! The lights were out and the room was filled with total darkness. There was silence until I heard, “AHHHH!
When I first entered the theatre I thought maybe I was entering a haunted house. The fog was blowing throughout the room and you walked through it as you found your seat. The drapes that we had looked at during class were glowing blue. The room was freezing cold, which probably wasn’t planned but still counted as one of the aspects. All of these elements gave me a spooky and mysterious feeling.
The Windows of the house were dusty and there were cobwebs surrounding the edges of the window pane, the paint on the side of the house was peeling and the grass was well beyond the point of life. He decided to try the back of the house. The door had been left ajar. Carefully easing the door open he set foot inside. The thing that confused him the most wasn't the strange musky old smell that carried throughout the house or the fact that it was completely silent and lacked in any noise at all, it was the fact that the house was so tidy?
Rudy then continues to explore the haunted house. He heard more noises coming from what he thought was upstairs so he crept up the stairs to investigate. After searching the large upstairs he found nothing, not a single sign of life, the house was entirely empty. The realization hit him that the noises that were haunting him were coming from inside his own head. The screams continued to develop the longer he stayed in the house.
Deep beneath the creepy house, the vaults are filled with oppressive air. As torches are carried through the passages to the crypt, they eerily almost go out. Poe effectively scripts this tale applying the Gothic
******** I had spent the rest of the day helping the girls clean up the house and outside, before I finally plowed into my bed that night. I was so tired I instantly fell asleep. I didn’t even hear the footsteps slowly creeping up the stairs. I remember some of my dream from that night. I was in a field, and all the girls were there, they were wearing flower dresses, like the one at my last foster parents house.
Dream retelling: The Labyrinth I open my eyes and see a whole different view. It is neither the familiar view of my bedroom nor the sight of my Math teacher approaching fiercely, yelling: “Wake up!”. What appears to my eyes instead are majestic, gigantic, solid gray walls (no texture), and a vast blanket of emptiness that engulfs me and the walls. From my perspective, I guess I’m stuck in a maze because there are endless entrances around me, some of which are so wide that a car can run through. Impulsively, I try to stand up, but my legs are so weak that it takes me a while to do so; It feels like they are disused for years.