Personal Narrative: A Horror Story
Gothic Horror Story.
“I will be home soon,” said I, “before the rise of noon, just in time for tea mother.” And I hurried off after negotiating that I was old enough to go and see the wonders of the gloomy, haunted woods which many people had warned each other about.
“Come back in time,” said mother whilst cooking tea, and glanced at me with disapproval.
My grim looking father sat, listening to the radio, with great eager. “Before you go daughter,” he broke in, “make sure you take extra care as this place is not suitable for mature girls as you. There have been many extraordinary events that have taken place out there.” He shook his head in dissatisfaction, moving it from side to side.
My heart pounded. Heading to towards the door I heard …show more content…
Even though I knew it was still in the bush, I couldn’t muster enough courage to go and have a look at it. I just left it and begun running in the direction of my house. My pace being slightly quicker that what it was before I stopped. In the back of my mind I still imagined that I could hear the rustling of bushes and breakings of sticks, but just like before, I didn’t think it and convinced myself I was imaging things. Soon the rain was so torrential that I could hear my feet pounding, on the ground, or how loud I was breathing. So evidently I wasn’t able to know whether or not I was being followed by some kind of creature.
Opening the front door to my house, I was welcomed by the warmth of the fire, which was roaring and glistening in the dark. Once I closed the door I made sure I had locked it and put the chain on. After I had locked the door, I ran upstairs and got a shower. After I had got out, I noticed that the window looked like someone had tried to get in through it. Long, spine shivering scratch marks going down it. Descending from the twisty, old staircase, I noticed that the house door was squeaking as it opened. Confused, I thought I had locked it. Making sure no one was outside, I locked it once
“I will be home soon,” said I, “before the rise of noon, just in time for tea mother.” And I hurried off after negotiating that I was old enough to go and see the wonders of the gloomy, haunted woods which many people had warned each other about.
“Come back in time,” said mother whilst cooking tea, and glanced at me with disapproval.
My grim looking father sat, listening to the radio, with great eager. “Before you go daughter,” he broke in, “make sure you take extra care as this place is not suitable for mature girls as you. There have been many extraordinary events that have taken place out there.” He shook his head in dissatisfaction, moving it from side to side.
My heart pounded. Heading to towards the door I heard …show more content…
Even though I knew it was still in the bush, I couldn’t muster enough courage to go and have a look at it. I just left it and begun running in the direction of my house. My pace being slightly quicker that what it was before I stopped. In the back of my mind I still imagined that I could hear the rustling of bushes and breakings of sticks, but just like before, I didn’t think it and convinced myself I was imaging things. Soon the rain was so torrential that I could hear my feet pounding, on the ground, or how loud I was breathing. So evidently I wasn’t able to know whether or not I was being followed by some kind of creature.
Opening the front door to my house, I was welcomed by the warmth of the fire, which was roaring and glistening in the dark. Once I closed the door I made sure I had locked it and put the chain on. After I had locked the door, I ran upstairs and got a shower. After I had got out, I noticed that the window looked like someone had tried to get in through it. Long, spine shivering scratch marks going down it. Descending from the twisty, old staircase, I noticed that the house door was squeaking as it opened. Confused, I thought I had locked it. Making sure no one was outside, I locked it once