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A mysterious place
#WritcoStoryPrompt36
Write a short story that uses atleast two of the given situations:
1. An old, locked box in the attic.
2. A winding staircase that goes nowhere.
3. A broken mirror.
4. An old desk with a locked drawer.
Somewhere in the witch land...
Charles and Oswald looked perplexed as they drove their car towards a dark but weird place. On reaching the gate, they were astonished to see the huge mansion. Because that wasn't an ordinary bungalow. Everything around there seemed dumb, there were no signs of life anywhere.
"Charles, do you think anyone lives in here now? This place seems old and silent". Asked Oswald.
"We will come to know after we get in there" replied Charles, who was still confused.
They decided to walk in step by step, without making noise.
"Hello, Anyone there?", Charles knocked the door on reaching there.
"Hello" Oswald shouted from the backyard to see if there was anyone.
They waited for 10 minutes. It was a pin drop silence!
"You were right, there's no one in here" said Charles.
Oswald slammed the door open by full force,
"Light the torch Charles",
It was a dark place with full of cobwebs and lizards moving around.
"Oswald, this seems to be a witch house, damn".
"Let's go around the house and check it out".
They found an old desk with a locked drawer. There was a page which contained the words "No-one knows who lived in this house, it's a hercule Poirot mystery" both of them were shocked. Oswald found an old broken mirror, which was shattered into pieces.
"This is a strange place. I hope there are no ghosts in here" Charles voice was a bit different this time.
"Will you stop believing in ghosts? How peculiar you are" Oswald shouted.
On, reaching the top, they spotted a shadow.
"Help! Help!! Ghh ghh ghh Ghost, Aaahhhh"
Cried Charles. He slipped down from the staircase.
"Are you nuts? What's wrong with you. It's not a ghost. It's a shadow of a tree" Oswald gave a befitting reply.
Ahh damn!
"Have you gone nuts? I told you stop believing in ghosts".
"Ghosts still roam in the dark" Charles laughed.
"Then I think you should bang your head to the wall. Have you lost your mind? I said there are no ghosts, I mean no ghosts."
They reached the attic where they found a box that was locked. Memories inside it which a person didn't want anyone to go through. It was locked in such a manner that even a bang cannot open it.
"A mysterious place indeed. Boxes locked, mirrors shattered and everything here and there, by the way who lived in this house?"
Asked Oswald to himself.
Both of them came out of the house, their minds buried in deep thoughts. They saw a winding staircase that goes nowhere.
"Seriously? A staircase that goes nowhere? Is this a maze" thought Charles to himself.
This was a mysterious place. A place where silence ruled over. A place where everything was a puzzle. No one ever knew anyone who lived here. Ghosts existed in the form of mysterious memories.
They had a last glance of the house before they departed.
Reon Sylvester D Cunha
@world_of_.quotes
#WritcoStoryPrompt36
© Sylvereon
Write a short story that uses atleast two of the given situations:
1. An old, locked box in the attic.
2. A winding staircase that goes nowhere.
3. A broken mirror.
4. An old desk with a locked drawer.
Somewhere in the witch land...
Charles and Oswald looked perplexed as they drove their car towards a dark but weird place. On reaching the gate, they were astonished to see the huge mansion. Because that wasn't an ordinary bungalow. Everything around there seemed dumb, there were no signs of life anywhere.
"Charles, do you think anyone lives in here now? This place seems old and silent". Asked Oswald.
"We will come to know after we get in there" replied Charles, who was still confused.
They decided to walk in step by step, without making noise.
"Hello, Anyone there?", Charles knocked the door on reaching there.
"Hello" Oswald shouted from the backyard to see if there was anyone.
They waited for 10 minutes. It was a pin drop silence!
"You were right, there's no one in here" said Charles.
Oswald slammed the door open by full force,
"Light the torch Charles",
It was a dark place with full of cobwebs and lizards moving around.
"Oswald, this seems to be a witch house, damn".
"Let's go around the house and check it out".
They found an old desk with a locked drawer. There was a page which contained the words "No-one knows who lived in this house, it's a hercule Poirot mystery" both of them were shocked. Oswald found an old broken mirror, which was shattered into pieces.
"This is a strange place. I hope there are no ghosts in here" Charles voice was a bit different this time.
"Will you stop believing in ghosts? How peculiar you are" Oswald shouted.
On, reaching the top, they spotted a shadow.
"Help! Help!! Ghh ghh ghh Ghost, Aaahhhh"
Cried Charles. He slipped down from the staircase.
"Are you nuts? What's wrong with you. It's not a ghost. It's a shadow of a tree" Oswald gave a befitting reply.
Ahh damn!
"Have you gone nuts? I told you stop believing in ghosts".
"Ghosts still roam in the dark" Charles laughed.
"Then I think you should bang your head to the wall. Have you lost your mind? I said there are no ghosts, I mean no ghosts."
They reached the attic where they found a box that was locked. Memories inside it which a person didn't want anyone to go through. It was locked in such a manner that even a bang cannot open it.
"A mysterious place indeed. Boxes locked, mirrors shattered and everything here and there, by the way who lived in this house?"
Asked Oswald to himself.
Both of them came out of the house, their minds buried in deep thoughts. They saw a winding staircase that goes nowhere.
"Seriously? A staircase that goes nowhere? Is this a maze" thought Charles to himself.
This was a mysterious place. A place where silence ruled over. A place where everything was a puzzle. No one ever knew anyone who lived here. Ghosts existed in the form of mysterious memories.
They had a last glance of the house before they departed.
Reon Sylvester D Cunha
@world_of_.quotes
#WritcoStoryPrompt36
© Sylvereon
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