This is the first short story that I created in almost four years. In that time, my poetry has being outgrowing the amount of my stories. The real-time tale that inspired the story is quite amusing. Whereas the moment after that event, I began writing the first two pages. This story is unlike any other that I wrote. Since age ten I’ve been reading classical literature and I’ve decided to put this in an elder form of English, and I’m only seventeen. This story is my groundbreaking one, a horror/suspense short story, unlike any of my mystery ones. But truly, if anyone thinks of it, all genres are interconnected into mystery. I hope the reader enjoys, for as all that I’ve shown are amazed at how well it is written. It is copyrighted so no stealing. Even though that it may look REALLY long, it is only fourteen pages long. I also did the cover art which took me just about three hours to entirely. Comments are greatly taken.
“Not for long”
A scream was issued through the hallways from the second floor, it was issued from Rose. At the notion, I ran up the stairs and into the bedroom. Rose ran into my arms as then a rather old maid was standing there with a clueless expression. She was perhaps wondering as to why Rose screamed as she did.
“She terrified me”
“Forgive me sir and miss……I did not mean to scare you”
“Who are you?” I began to get sick of asking that question.
“My name is Oscellia and I am one of the most senior in the house. I run the whole house in regards of housekeeping and other then Master Miller, I am in charge of everything.”
“She horrified me” said Rose.
“Fear not, I did not wish to scare you”
“Where did you come from?” she said.
“I’ve been living here for a very long time. I simply did not intrude onto the house recently”
I looked at Rose who held me tightly in her arms and said: “See darling? There’s nothing wrong, she is just here to help”
“I learned to regret what I said”
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And so, the days went by, the people, or ghosts, popped up whenever they felt of an opportune moment. Nathaniel had the wits scared out of him when he was writing and an old man began to play the organs in the library. Tom met Judge Miller and Rose met Elizabeth Miller, the judge’s daughter. Corey met the slaves who were working amongst the crops and Jack walked into the ballroom and an entire party was occurring, he even met a very cute girl that he danced with. On the final Friday of our stay, it is the night where everything went to hell, literally.
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