Still being controlled by bitterness, I hiked through the hallowed forest listening for anything that could resemble a voice of the devil. Hours past and my hope of being call forth to meet him was fading. Right when I reach my turning point stopping. Eyes closed, I heard nothing but the leaves rustling in the wind. I felt the cold breeze on my face and I heard the voice, the voice i've been waiting so long to hear.
Then when they found me I was I knew I was gonna be in big trouble. The teachers put me on the fence for the rest of the recess period. When I got back in the classroom I got right in my seat and started to cry a little but not a lot. I held in the tears like the man I was, but it was very hard to do. I thought I was going to burst like a bubble when I got in there I was really surprised I didn't.
We dropped the logs and decided to go in to stay dry but as we entered the house there was already a sense of wariness as we began to walk through the dark hallway. The hallway was a torture room, filled with spikes and weapons to torture someone horribly. The walls were decayed and had spider webs in every corner. It was no doubt a haunted house. We headed back to the front door, but it was locked.
My heart is beating rapidly and intensely as if suggesting I have just finished a marathon. My stomach is twirling into knots with butterflies flying around wildly. Everything feels so depressing, overwhelming and traumatising since that confrontment not so long ago. I feel that negative emotions are engulfing me, driving me to the verge of insanity. I desperately need reassurance.
Mom and Dad were with me as we waited for my teacher to come to the office to retrieve me. When she arrived, she was kind and asked me to follow her back to her classroom. I said goodbye to Mom and Dad and followed my new teacher, the timid anticipation bubbling up inside me again. The room was empty because the other kids were finishing up their recess so my teacher, Mrs. Jaeger, introduced me to the morning work that the class did every morning. I was working on that when the students started walking into the classroom.
All that was on my mind was where that sneaky little cat had gone. After finishing my breakfast, I got up and opened the door. As I opened the door, I looked down on the ground and felt my jaw drop to the floor. “You’re back! !” I exclaimed.
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 securely closed my eyes that were coped with guilt and fear, squeezing both of them tightly shut. I wanted to conceal my petrified eyes from everyone, especially from my darling Matilda. Nonetheless, I couldn’t feel the slight ease. I was able to feel my eyelids quivering. This must be a curse from the blimmin’ Devil.