Gothic Story
Beacon Hall
Cautiously walked I towards the grand old mansion, where I read the name aloud 'Beacon Hall'. The vulgar and vile house had the look of an old run down Gothic church with arched stained glass windows. The doors and windows reminded me of a church I once visited called 'El Monumental' in Barcelona. I breathed in deeply smelling wet oak wood reminding me of winter fires and roasting chestnuts. The area was in an old abandoned town by the forest and the old lake, as I went into the house the door creaked open suddenly as if swept by some unseen shadow of a figure. As I ascended through the main archway into the main house, I was me by the sweet smell of fresh baking but, at the same time something deeper like rotting flesh was hidden under the pleasant aroma as if the house itself was human.
Soon forgot I the smells of the house, when I saw three gigantic chandeliers and the vast amount of doors all facing into the main hall, all made of willow wood, of which I despised. Carefully walked I towards the many doors attempting not to make any noises so that no-one heard me hear me. I attempted to turn the door knob slowly but surely, 'click click', it didn't budge, 'click click', the retched thing was locked. As I tried the last door on the far right of the main hall. It opened. As I opened the door my mouth dropped in amaze, the wallpapers were a brilliant crimson red mixed with a spectacular saffron yellow and two more beautiful chandeliers dangling from the roof like some glory-cloud above the room's centre. The floor was a brilliant white marble polished so perfectly that I could have mistaken it for a mirror. This room was so well kept it could have been brand new although the rest of the mansion looked crippled and destroyed.
As I explored further into the mansion I stated to experience a eerie eccentric feeling as if someone was following me, but I just neglected the feeling. I followed the sequence of doors and stairs that mazed around the
Cautiously walked I towards the grand old mansion, where I read the name aloud 'Beacon Hall'. The vulgar and vile house had the look of an old run down Gothic church with arched stained glass windows. The doors and windows reminded me of a church I once visited called 'El Monumental' in Barcelona. I breathed in deeply smelling wet oak wood reminding me of winter fires and roasting chestnuts. The area was in an old abandoned town by the forest and the old lake, as I went into the house the door creaked open suddenly as if swept by some unseen shadow of a figure. As I ascended through the main archway into the main house, I was me by the sweet smell of fresh baking but, at the same time something deeper like rotting flesh was hidden under the pleasant aroma as if the house itself was human.
Soon forgot I the smells of the house, when I saw three gigantic chandeliers and the vast amount of doors all facing into the main hall, all made of willow wood, of which I despised. Carefully walked I towards the many doors attempting not to make any noises so that no-one heard me hear me. I attempted to turn the door knob slowly but surely, 'click click', it didn't budge, 'click click', the retched thing was locked. As I tried the last door on the far right of the main hall. It opened. As I opened the door my mouth dropped in amaze, the wallpapers were a brilliant crimson red mixed with a spectacular saffron yellow and two more beautiful chandeliers dangling from the roof like some glory-cloud above the room's centre. The floor was a brilliant white marble polished so perfectly that I could have mistaken it for a mirror. This room was so well kept it could have been brand new although the rest of the mansion looked crippled and destroyed.
As I explored further into the mansion I stated to experience a eerie eccentric feeling as if someone was following me, but I just neglected the feeling. I followed the sequence of doors and stairs that mazed around the