The light filtered through the dull grey blinds highlighting the musical instruments strewn over the floor with some propped against the stone grey wall. A streak of light flashed through the middle of the room, revealing a slim silhouette moving actively. The silhouette knelt down and a sliver of light streaked across her face revealing her dazzling brown eyes. She brushed back her bangs and extended her hand to press the play button on the silver CD player. As music started streaming out of the player, she stood up and let her body synchronise with the music. With the limited light in the room, only the dawning of a wide grin could be seen on her face. Although her facial expressions clearly define her excitement for the music, one person did not enjoy the music echoing through the walls. …show more content…
However, his concentration snapped when he perked up to the familiar music drifting towards him from the other room. He let out a groan internally as he thought to himself ‘Not again. I can’t study with this blasted music’. The mahogany chair screeched behind him as he rose to his feet. He took long strides towards the door and a small breeze brushed past him as he slid it open to unveil the long white hallway. Walking down to the next room, he stood in front of the door and rapped on it. Rattling could be heard above the music from within and moments later, the door slid open and a familiar bright face appeared in the doorway. He cautiously made his way inside in order to avoid tripping on the musical instruments. He went over to the CD and stopped the music before swivelling around to face the
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Finally the moving truck came to a screeching stop. As Sterling exited the family car he looked so shocked at his new neighborhood it was like he had been dropped off in a haunted town. As the front door opened, it let out a loud squeak, and all that came to Sterling’s mind was haunted house. “Click” turned on the lights and slowly a huge smile formed on Sterling’s face” Pretty nice” he thought to himself. As Sterling ascended the stairs in leaps and bounds, he couldn’t wait to see what his room looked like.
The music quickly comes back to life and so do I. I stood up and left to try to find where I’m supposed to go for my journey. I pull out the three things and I start to read the notes attached to them. “ Agnes, please take these keys with you the entire way, you will need it at the end”.
He stood and lit the bedside candelabra, then began to dress. Perhaps a brisk nighttime walk in the refreshing evening air would wear him out and help him find sleep. Yet as he fastened the clasp to his cloak, he heard light footsteps and some rustling sounds near his door. He turned and saw someone had slid a note into his chamber, a peculiar occurrence at such a late hour.
Izzy Fauner’s curly dark brown hair bounced, as she got a seat right next to me. Her wide hazel eyes scanned across the class. The class was filled with all string instruments, including mine, the cello, and as well as Izzy’s, the violin. There were discordant noises, coming from some of the instruments, as well as some clattering of bows. Mr.Smith raised his voice in order for everyone to hear.
His feet pounded down onto the blood-stained floor, his stomps ricocheting around the desolate hallway. All around him lights flared and sirens shrieked endlessly, a visual symphony to accompany his impending doom. Shadows encapsulated every part of the room, yet his eyes still darted around, attempting to find any sign of the incoming danger. He sprinted into the confined box of the elevator, the walls around him hugging him close, as if to say he would be safe here. He slammed his hands against the flickering buttons, drops of blood sliding down the metal as he punched it again and again.
Jackson’s heart sped as he ran towards his home. He could hear the pumping of his heart and the sound of his feet hitting the concrete. He turned onto his street and immediately slowed down, the door to his house sat wide open. The door let out a creak as his fingers grazed against the dark oak. In the living room, a light haired man sat facing the door.
The music came to an end and he out the box down where the dusty outline was, as he continued to explore the eerie room he came upon an old wooden chair facing the dark corner. The chair seemed just like another old chair but when get got a closer look he noticed that the bottom of the chair had claw marks on it. Deep cringing marks make him feel discouraged, he stood up and head for the
The lights flickered in the cavernous space, echos of light yet purposeful footsteps would boom through hall. A black obsidian throne sat at the far wall, a man, probably in his middle ages, would sit, a crown of bones ,from challengers before, sat on his head. He’d smirk seeing the small figure approaching. Eye catching hair, the colour of white gold, flowed behind the figure, the cold haunting breeze ruffled the honey highlights.
I slowly trudged up the stairs, forcing a thumping sound on each step, and walked into my room. Later on, I stared out the window. The wallpaper in my room turned into clouds seemed hopeful, but didn’t seem to know what to do. The clouds perfectly match my
Sticking the radio back into my pocket, I began to look around the dark room, seeing a desk near the back of the room. I crept over, finding papers, including files of the patients. Some of the papers were marked with large red X’s, and my curiosity piqued, wondering what those could mean. Looking closer at one of the photos on one of the files, the patient looked almost ghoulish. They were disfigured, to the point where they looked to be more monster than man.
The auxiliary and sound suddenly cuts out. A short scene of him running down the stairs will indicate a change of rooms and in the house and only diegetic sound will be used as the footsteps on the stairs. He then enters a side room, possibly the dining room and sees a shadow at the door.