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Descriptive Essay On The Visitor

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The Visitor It was a clear, crisp autumn morning, and the wind made my cheek’s tingle pleasantly as I walked briskly to my house. Pale sunlight shone through the bare branches of the trees lining the road, and fallen leaves moved and made a noise round my feet, while the smell of bonfires staying in the air brought back nostalgic memories of the weekend before. My contentment went away, however, the moment I reached home. A cold feeling of shock gripped me as I stared at the splintered, shattered wood of my front door. The lock hung, twisted out of shape, having been forced violently apart, and I felt my pulse quicken as I noticed that the door was ajar. Scarcely breathing, I pushed it lightly with my fingertips and it swung open with …show more content…

I heaved a sigh of relief at finding my precious collection of crystal untouched, and my heartbeat slowed as my initial shock subsided. Somebody has certainly broken in-but why? At the far end of the passageway I hesitated, puzzled, then cautiously claimed the stairs. As I neared the top, there was a rise; a light, hurried, scrabbling sound like one that mice might make, only coming from something rather bigger. I tired quickly towards my open bedroom door, only to be confronted by the strangest sight: an elderly man lying uncomfortably face-down on the floor, his plump, flushed cheek pressed against the carpet, which had been pulled back to reveal the floorboards …show more content…

After all, it is the basic human tendency to not dwell, most certainly not on the potential positive outcomes but on the negative ones. The elderly man probably looked upon all the possible things he could have done, that of which made him ultimately resort to quite an outrageously bold step: breaking in to my house. I smiled a weak smile. It it was out of sympathy, I believe; sympathy for the needs and cognition of the old man. He was fortunate for me not calling the police immediately at the sight of the destroyed door; his benign attempt would have been viewed as anything but what he had told me by the police or even my

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