The house seemed to be ghastly as the storm blew, I rose from the seat carrying my lantern. In a jiffy, I remembered that the pictures were supposed to be clean, I glared at the pictures and it was clean. Dai Aunty had perfectly cleaned the pictures, I must appreciate her work is always impeccable. I lifted the emergency lantern, and I saw the portraits. Two portraits contained some paintings, I couldn't view it, and then I shifted to the last portrait, and I saw a man. His face was strong and merciless, he had large mouth, and ruddy skin. The nose was hooked like a beak, there was a malignant look in his eyes, his eyes seemed to pierce the hearts, there was a perfection of evil in his appearance.
The man was sitting on the high-backed carved oak chair, his hairs were shrouded by peruke or periwig. These wigs were popular among British Judges in 18th and early 19th century. He was a loyal lackey of British during colonial era, he is the owner of the house, and the obnoxious landlord hacked by people. I felt the horror groping me, and the lantern fell off from my hands. Fortunately, there was no damage to the lantern, I recollect that the lamp is fallen, I stooped and pick the lantern. "This is ton of horror." I gasp out. The fire was throwing flickering, and I glanced at the wall, where I encountered the shadow, but it was my shadow. "Grace." I whispered. I sat down reading the books.
I could hear the rain splattering; the rains were pounding on the windows. The fire at the hearth began to lower, as the drops of rain began to pour through the chimney. The fire was off, though it emitted red glow from the ember. I turned up the emergency lantern, so it could splash out lights, and it ignited the room. As I was reading the books, my mind was still wandering, I felt that there is someone on the oak chair near the hearth. However, I ignored it, as I had something on my mind. My mind was picturing the man, as the man was malignant, and his face had an evil look. I had an initiation in me to study the picture again, I closed the book and kept it aside, I picked the lantern, and went towards the picture at the other corner of the room. I could hear the faint knocks, but I ignored it.
I went to the place where the pictures hanged, I lifted the emergency lantern, and to my surprise, I saw the empty high-backed oak chair, while the picture of the man was vamoosed away. I stepped back in horror, I rubbed my eyes, but the blank portrait was staring at me. "Is this an illusion?" I whispered, I shook my head, and went to the table. I looked at the piles of books and my water bottle. I felt that there is someone on the chair near the hearth, however, a sense of revulsion groped me, the room was silent like a cemetery. The emotions surged in me, I saw tiny white globules around the room, they were floating in the air, dancing and rolling, after a while they were disappeared. I heard faints sounds of mob, they were screaming, shrilling, as if they are trying to attack someone. My eyes closed involuntarily.
