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The Haunting of Sester Orphanage E2
Chapter 2: Emotions Conveyed
The breeze proceeded towards a peculiarly curious vast distance and the sound that surrounded the orphanage consisted that of struggling emotions. Every face that littered the orphanage was either of mistreated jealousy of one child to the other or of putridly unsettling fear. Every single human soul in this orphanage had a story, if it was related to an encounter with a supernatural sighting within the grounds or how their life was one of severley depressing sadness. Every single child, because of being human beings, conveyed their emotions differently. Some broke down in tears and others broke the windows. There was a mysteriously eerie mist that surrounded the night as they heard the crows do a lack of chirping but a continious thud of frequently disturbing noise. Upstairs where all of the rooms were in the orphanage (manor) lied a narrow hallway filled to the left and the right of hundreds of rooms or should we say, stories. Every human being is a story. There was a bright red carpet and miniscule three step staircase that led to the other side and also on either side of the bedroom wooden doors situated historical statues of possible significance. One of the children in these rooms was Hannah Martin, who was a smart but curious sixteen year old girl who could both be brilliant minded but when she felt she had to express her feelings in a completely different way. She could be ignorant but rightfully ignorant. Her best friend slept in the same room in a seperate bed named Nelly Haystack. They both heard a knocking that startled them awake and jumpscared them to the point of absaloute stillness. "Nelly?" Hannah asked her best friend. "Jesus christ!" Nelly exclaimed and then softly whispered. "I was having a good dream for once too..." The hand on the other side of the door knocked even louder that any sensitivity to one's ears would be filled with nothing but deafening silence. "Whoever's out there. Leave us alone or we're getting Mrs Hutchson". The knocking stopped. Nelly and Hannah sarcastically smiled at each other and pretended like they were speaking tomorrow morning "How was your night Nelly?" and she responded "Oh you know the usual, knocking on doors, discrimination to sensitive ears and a good dream ruined." They both returned to sleep to see what tomorrow had in store for them. They didn't expect much...
The breeze proceeded towards a peculiarly curious vast distance and the sound that surrounded the orphanage consisted that of struggling emotions. Every face that littered the orphanage was either of mistreated jealousy of one child to the other or of putridly unsettling fear. Every single human soul in this orphanage had a story, if it was related to an encounter with a supernatural sighting within the grounds or how their life was one of severley depressing sadness. Every single child, because of being human beings, conveyed their emotions differently. Some broke down in tears and others broke the windows. There was a mysteriously eerie mist that surrounded the night as they heard the crows do a lack of chirping but a continious thud of frequently disturbing noise. Upstairs where all of the rooms were in the orphanage (manor) lied a narrow hallway filled to the left and the right of hundreds of rooms or should we say, stories. Every human being is a story. There was a bright red carpet and miniscule three step staircase that led to the other side and also on either side of the bedroom wooden doors situated historical statues of possible significance. One of the children in these rooms was Hannah Martin, who was a smart but curious sixteen year old girl who could both be brilliant minded but when she felt she had to express her feelings in a completely different way. She could be ignorant but rightfully ignorant. Her best friend slept in the same room in a seperate bed named Nelly Haystack. They both heard a knocking that startled them awake and jumpscared them to the point of absaloute stillness. "Nelly?" Hannah asked her best friend. "Jesus christ!" Nelly exclaimed and then softly whispered. "I was having a good dream for once too..." The hand on the other side of the door knocked even louder that any sensitivity to one's ears would be filled with nothing but deafening silence. "Whoever's out there. Leave us alone or we're getting Mrs Hutchson". The knocking stopped. Nelly and Hannah sarcastically smiled at each other and pretended like they were speaking tomorrow morning "How was your night Nelly?" and she responded "Oh you know the usual, knocking on doors, discrimination to sensitive ears and a good dream ruined." They both returned to sleep to see what tomorrow had in store for them. They didn't expect much...
