classic33
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He acted as though he knew no-one in the room. But was it an act, or was there something more sinister behind his behaviour.
Where had he been since they last saw him? Who had he been with? Questions that might be answered at a later date, but for now they'd have to remain unasked. As he led them all out of the room to show them where each would be spending the coming night, they could just wonder.
The stairs were unlit, but the light from the hallway was sufficient for them to see where they were going. The lights on the first floor came on as the last of them made it to the top. An almost silent click had been heard, but there were no switches in sight. What unseen forces were at work. As they followed Marmaduke(Accy), he pointed out who would be in which room. The further they went the lower the temperature became.
Each were hoping that they would be told which room they would be in sooner rather than later. The paintings on the wall seemed to almost follow them. But they were just normal paintings, weren't they? It was all in the mind, nothing else they kept on telling each other.
An eerie silence now pervaded the hallway. No noise was heard, save for the beating of their hearts and their breathing. Slowly and ever onwards they followed, not looking back in the direction from whence they had just come. There could be nothing there that they hadn't seen, could there?
Marmaduke(Accy) turned to the left, leading the remaining few down a short staircase. This part of the building was noticibly barren in decoration to where they had been. The walls seemed closer in, the ceiling lower. Where was he leading them was the question they all wanted to ask, but none dare. Lest the answer be best left unspoken.
A muffled scream, that pierced the air, was heard but no-one asked from whence it came. Had it really only been a few minutes since they were told they would be safe for the night.
Somewhere a Grandfather clock could be heard chiming out the hours, 10, 11, 12, 13. The clock had struck thirteen, of that there was no doubt. In the semi darkness they wanted to return from whence they had come. But were uncertain as to which direction to take. Onwards they went, falling ever more quiet.
Soon they would be safe in their rooms they hoped. Hoping that in the cold light of day, they might laugh at what they were feeling now. Then came the lonesome wail of the beast upon the moor. They were safe from it, within the building, but the howling seemed to grow louder with each step taken.
Where had he been since they last saw him? Who had he been with? Questions that might be answered at a later date, but for now they'd have to remain unasked. As he led them all out of the room to show them where each would be spending the coming night, they could just wonder.
The stairs were unlit, but the light from the hallway was sufficient for them to see where they were going. The lights on the first floor came on as the last of them made it to the top. An almost silent click had been heard, but there were no switches in sight. What unseen forces were at work. As they followed Marmaduke(Accy), he pointed out who would be in which room. The further they went the lower the temperature became.
Each were hoping that they would be told which room they would be in sooner rather than later. The paintings on the wall seemed to almost follow them. But they were just normal paintings, weren't they? It was all in the mind, nothing else they kept on telling each other.
An eerie silence now pervaded the hallway. No noise was heard, save for the beating of their hearts and their breathing. Slowly and ever onwards they followed, not looking back in the direction from whence they had just come. There could be nothing there that they hadn't seen, could there?
Marmaduke(Accy) turned to the left, leading the remaining few down a short staircase. This part of the building was noticibly barren in decoration to where they had been. The walls seemed closer in, the ceiling lower. Where was he leading them was the question they all wanted to ask, but none dare. Lest the answer be best left unspoken.
A muffled scream, that pierced the air, was heard but no-one asked from whence it came. Had it really only been a few minutes since they were told they would be safe for the night.
Somewhere a Grandfather clock could be heard chiming out the hours, 10, 11, 12, 13. The clock had struck thirteen, of that there was no doubt. In the semi darkness they wanted to return from whence they had come. But were uncertain as to which direction to take. Onwards they went, falling ever more quiet.
Soon they would be safe in their rooms they hoped. Hoping that in the cold light of day, they might laugh at what they were feeling now. Then came the lonesome wail of the beast upon the moor. They were safe from it, within the building, but the howling seemed to grow louder with each step taken.
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