The Case Of Arnold Villa

NIGHTMARES!!!!!!

I was on the road, walking all by myself. It was dusk and I wasn't alone- someone was with me. He

was with me. I couldn't see him. I remember it getting all blur. He stood in a distance and was drew

closer. Closer and closer. I wanted to run away but I just couldn't. My limbs became too heavy for me.

Too heavy to move, to run. I tried to cry out but my voice came out of me no more than a whisper.

Then I saw a bright light. It was so bright that I squinted my eyes as it became difficult to see what

was beyond. I followed it until I reached a house. An old creepy house - it was tall and thin, smelling

of something rotten. I pushed the heavy iron gates which felt very cold on my hands and I did the

attempt to enter the house. I passed the quiet lawn which looked abandoned from years with a

single lonesome oak tree - now a home of owls who fluttered over my head and eventually would

come to the ground near me and hoot a, as if forbidding me to enter inside the house and moved

further as I saw the door to the inside of the house ajar- perhaps for many years or maybe someone

was already in there...There was something about that creepy place I thought I knew. I recognized the

brown armchair, right beside the left most window from the dining hall. The ripped curtains ,

somehow , gave a perfect view of somebody coming through the street. I leaned closer on the

window to get a better look of the person coming up the street. Suddenly a yeasty beery smell

filled the air and my breath became sour from fear. I kept looking at the person, but suddenly,

I knew it was him. I felt a hard and cold hand on my shoulder and the hairs on the back of my neck

stood from their ends and shiver ran down my spine. I took a last look at the person I had been

staring at but , in his place was a young girl whose face went as white as a sheet when she looked

at me. I felt somebody's heavy hand on my shoulder again and felt the grip tightening. Tears

pricked the back of my eyes when I turned and saw him. I had tried so hard to erase this part of my

life and had buried it in my heart and here I was revising the history. I tried to get away, but, he

blocked my path. I saw tears streaming down his face but he was laughing and as if satisfied on

whatever he had done. He gave me one of his long icy stares and I remember I was freakin' out. He

seemed to enjoy me getting scared- as he always did . All of a sudden, completely scared of his

stares, I , at last , sought my refuge in screaming and that's exactly what I did. Although , It seemed

to disappoint him and I think it made him angry, but it made no difference-I still did what came to

my mind. I screamed with all my might.

" NOOOOOOOO!"