Creative Writing - Gothic Horror

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I walked cautiously up towards the grand old house, where I read the name aloud 'Hollow Manor.' It had the look of a gothic church with the arched stained glass windows. The doors and windows reminded me of the ancient gothic houses that were so popular in London at the moment. 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.

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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. I soon forgot the smells of the house, when I saw the three gigantic chandeliers and the vast amount of doors all facing into the main hall all made out of willow wood, of which I was fond.

As I walked up the stairs they started to creak as if the life was being pulled out of them. There were about a hundred old photographs and ancient portraits hanging on the dully coloured walls, clearly someone with very little imagination decorated this house. As I lit the chandeliers the whole room gleamed with life and I saw that the ceiling was of marble with strange but wonderful pictures and patters on it.

As I carried on up the stairs, I saw a door at the top and went in.

As I went in, I saw a huge four poster bed loom out at me from the shadows. I lit the candles and curiously looked around; I saw that in one corner of the room there was an old wardrobe dusty from the ravages of time. As I turned to go out I felt a cold chill brush against my back, and then as if all the warmth had gone from the world, the candles went out. A second later, they lit up again and everything was alright and I was just in a normal room.

As I went to go out back down the stairs, I fell over as if something had tripped me up but as I got up and looked around there was nothing there, so I went out and shut the door and then proceeded to go down the stairs and into the living room where I met my grandfather who owned this house; Lord Ben Rose and his wife (my grandmother); Lady Shalamar Rose and you may be wondering who I am, my name is; Chihiro Kobayashi. I first came to this house when my parents died mysteriously just after coming here so, after they died I had to come and live with my grandparents.

That evening as I was sitting in the library reading in the west wing, I thought I heard someone walking along behind me but, when I looked around there was nothing there. So I carried on reading the book that I had in front of me; it was about a girl who was scared because she had spirits following her everywhere she went. Later, whilst I was sleeping I woke suddenly and thought I saw a shadow in the corner of the room. However, when I asked my grandfather about it in the morning he wouldn't speak of it. After breakfast my grandfather suggested I go adventuring round the house as long as I didn't go into the East Wing.

Later, on in the day I realised that I had somehow ventured into the East Wing, the one place my grandfather had strictly forbade me to go into, I don't know why he objected to me going in here so much. However, there was something about the place, as if earthbound spirits were all around you and you could just reach out and touch them. As I turned to go out I noticed a light in the library, so I went in, it was exactly the same as the one in the West Wing but this one was much larger with a bigger bookcase and it also had a big door at the far end of the room, which was shining in the light. Somehow I don't know why but I was drawn towards the door and so I went through it. And I found myself back in the main house, but it was as if I had gone back in time, because everything was a lot darker. And it came to me suddenly and I realised that I had gone back in time.

Your probably wondering how I could possibly know this, it was because I could see my parents arguing with my grandparents on the day they died. But, then I saw a different figure lurking in the shadows, of a corner of the room, just standing there staring at my mum and dad, the figure started approaching them from behind knife in hand, I tried to scream a warning but no words came and then I suddenly felt weird again as if my soul was being ripped out of me and then I woke up back in the main house.

I decided that I had to tell someone, so I told my grandmother; she said that it was bad of me to go into that part of the house and disobey my grandfather even if it was by accident, but she also said that she wouldn't tell him, so my secret was safe for now. That night my grandmother hung herself, but the weird thing was that her face was completely distorted and horrible; the coroner also said that she didn't die from the hanging, but she died as if the life was sucked out of her somehow, but there was no blood or anything, she was completely alright, with the exception of her face.

The next day at the funeral, something weirder happened, it was as if I could hear her speaking to me, but the only person speaking was the vicar and it wasn't his voice, so who else could it have been? As we left I wouldn't think about it, so I tried to forget, but then I wondered if my grandmother had killed herself because of me or because of what I had said to her about the East Wing library.

That night, I had a dream where, I could see my grandmother and she was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't hear what I was. Suddenly, I woke sweating and crying, so loud that my grandfather came in and told me to go back to calm down and go back to sleep, so I did as I was told and calmed down and then went back to sleep. In the morning I told my grandfather what I had told my grandmother and he was flabbergasted that I didn't say anything earlier to him and so I explained why I had not said anything and then he said that he would never had screamed at me for disobeying him, but that he was amazed that I did disobey him, because I had never disobeyed him before ever.

When I went to bed that night I had another dream but this one was about me and I saw myself die an unnatural death like the one of my grandmother. A few days later, I went back to the East Wing, but this time I went up to the tower where I had seen a light, at the top, but when I looked up towards the top the only thing I could see was my grandmother or at least it looked like her, so I went up there, but when the person saw me they jumped off and disappeared, but then it was me falling and as I was about to hit the ground.

I woke up and felt someone touching me, it was my grandfather he said that I hadn't been well for 5 days. I asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say anything, he just looked into the corner of the room, where I had seen the shadow, and then I realised that there was someone standing there, the same person I had seen before and just as they were coming in to the light, I woke up and this time for real, I hoped. It turned out, that I had been in a coma like state for the past 2 months and also that I had talked about of things happening.

Then I asked where my grandmother was and I was told she was dead. I burst into tears and then my grandfather came in with the man, I had been seeing in my 'dreams.' I was told that he was a doctor, until he tried to kill my grandmother, but she was dead, wasn't she? Later, on in the day I went to the East Wing with my grandfather and said about the door but when we went in to the library, I saw that the door wasn't there anymore.

So, I went to the top door of the main house spiral staircase, as I had done before, but this time when I went in I saw the spirits of the house trying to kill the maid of the household, they succeeded then came after me. I ran and ran down the stairs and then I ran straight into the maids' dead body hanging from the archway and I screamed and screamed, until my grandfather came in, only to see me crying my eyes out at nothing.

But, then something happened and suddenly he could see her too. The look he gave me, afterwards, it was as if he blamed me for her death but how could he when none of it was my fault, but he thought that it was.

Then, he phoned the police and they asked me some questions and I answered them. They thought I was mad staying in that house and I asked why, their answer was because a young girl, a maid, once stayed there and she was killed by the spirits of the house. I asked if they knew where she was killed and they said the very top room of the house, then they asked why and I said that I saw her relive her death.

I don't know why my grandfather blamed me, when it wasn't actually my fault, even though he thought that it was. The police didn't know what to think, they were just amazed that I knew every aspect of the case about the maid girl.

Later that day, as I went back into the house, I felt a cold hand run down my back, but as I looked back there was nothing there, but the same person who killed my grandmother, I don't know how I knew this, but I just did, he was just standing there and he took me away through the walls of the house into the room where my grandmother had died. I looked around and suddenly, I looked in the mirror and saw me hanging myself and a cut going down my back and then a minute later, I was dead and with a message in my hands.

My grandfather was looking for me and then he came in only to see me there hanging from the ceiling and he screamed and burst out crying, then he saw the message in my hand that I had left for him, it read; 'GET OUT OF THE HOUSE IT ISN'T SAFE FOR YOU HERE, GET OUT NOW!' And so the next day, he moved out and had the house destroyed.

You may be wondering what happened to me, well my spirit found it's way to heaven and my parents. You may also be wondering what happened to my grandfather well he moved out and had the house destroyed and then about 5 years later he re-married to a beautiful lady and lived happily till the end of his days. And that is the end of the story of Chihiro Kobayashi.