The Gost of the Manor House 👻

13 september 2010

That's it, I went and there at the moment, I'm at my home. It was horrible!

I entered the darkest manor house of the world. It was enormously cold and all the enjoyment which passed by in me a few seconds previously, collapsed immediately. I felt in me only fear, despair and sadness. This manor house was dark, nasty portraits of terrible characters recovered it) walls and when I walked, the parquet creaked horribly. Walls, so little as one saw them, seemed vile and doors were of jet black terrible one. The more I moved forward to the lounge, the more the fear and the despair invaded me. When I arrived in the lounge, a kind of dark anxiety invades me. It was for me the worse than the death. The room was similar to the one that I had just crossed except that in this one, was in the middle one have a good laugh of a shrill red surrounded with a so thick mist as we imagined in a cemetery. In it have a good laugh, there was a faded candlestick. I felt that somebody was behind me because I heard a noise of sliding. I turned around slightly and saw a silhouette put a hood which disappeared immediately. Suddenly, one shouts leaking out of woman came to my ears, then I became afraid and runs away to me definitively.

It enough frightens. I think that what I saw in this manor house was just only the fruit of my imagination. But all the same, today, I am afraid of everything. I am afraid of people who walk around me.