As the horse and cart battled the marshland, I didn't realise the worst was yet to come; The thins trip of causeway which stood between me and Eel Marsh House . Breathing in the air suffocated my lungs worse than smog , but no pollution had accumulated. It was the combined fear of the driver and I . Approaching the mysterious house , my eyes noticed a cross surrounded by thick , black mud . Whoever crafted this cross used basic , inexpensive materials , but it was clear that it marked death . The owner of this once magnificent house became a prisoner, held captive by the overgrown land and a monstrous love that no - one dared speak of .
My vivid imagination woke me , as the cart grounded to a halt refusing to enter the death trap . Stepping out of the cart , the cold hit me like a thousand daggers . The wind swirled and howled as I approached the pathway - the focal point for the shadow . Creeping up the pathway ( as if to not wake up the dead ) I was engulfed with trees hanging over me like a dark spirit. When I first saw the mysterious house , its potential as a grand house had been buried under thick green ivy .
I made my way up crumbling concrete steps , delicately placing each footing, heading towards the entrance of this lair . Rotting wood on the front door provided me with a possible idea f what was behind the door . I reached the for the handle but had to back away due to the cold temperature and eerie creak . As I opened the door , I was greeted by a rush of cold air and a crow dashed past me . My heartbeat was deafening; breathing became uncontrollable and my hands were moist with sweat . My body flooded with fear frozen like ice from my stomach outwards but I knew that if I wanted to keep my job I had to put my feelings aside I had work to do .
As I gazed around nothing could be seen except darkness . Lightning a candle, I discovered cobweb covered corners ; dust piles had accumulated on furniture, the floor and in the air ; sunlight had spoiled wood and fabric. The smell of the air was stale , stagnant and filled with the odour of neglect. After calming down I decided to commence work immediately. I didn't like this house . It made me feel agitated and oppressed , claustrophobic and uneasy no matter how much I tried to reassure myself , the cold the neglect, the cold rage seeped out of the walls of the house into my soul. I couldn't stay here - not for very long anyway , so the faster I completed my work the sooner this nightmare would be over . I perched on a chair and examined the paper work on the previous owners desk separating photos and personal letters into two organised piles .
Suddenly it became cold , Starting to shiver I knew something was even more wrong No ! Wait ! I tried to calm myself , tried to breathe this fear from my heart but I could not . Panic entered my body . Terrified by what was causing me to feel this way . I slowly turned my head there it was A black cloth covering an unidentifiable face hovering over my chair Natural instinct overtook me and I bolted for the door . Once outside I , slammed it shut . Thoughts whirled round my head what /who was that figure I had seen why were they there ? I took one last look at the mysterious house. All was dark . Candles had been extinguished due to the slamming of the door . I ran from Eel Marsh House never to return . Even with the risk of losing my Job hanging over me , I would rather have my life than Eel Marsh House claiming another victim !
