It was a dark and stormy night and the only sign of life in the big, white house was a burning candle. As I looked around the abode for a phone. I noticed that there wasn't one. You see my car broke down a few miles away and the house was the only sign civilization. Since it had started to rain and there was no way that I would walk back to the gas station, I decided to inspect the enormous house. I entered the kitchen and sitting on the table was a glass of water, nothing more and nothing less, just water.
The house looked as if it had been abandoned for years but that did not explain a burning candle and a glass of water that was still cold. Things were not matching up and my curiosity had gotten the best of me; so instead of leaving like any normal person, I continued my inspection.
Right next to the kitchen was the doing room. The furniture in that room looked as ancient as my grandmother's wedding dress. The furniture had collected dust as well as cob webs, which made my body quiver.
There was a swift movement across the floor. I jumped onto a rigid old quiver; then I noticed that the movement came from a mouse. At that time alighted from the chair. That whole incident made nervous but I was dauntless. I moved onto the next phase of my investigation which was the living room.
As soon as I entered that room my body filled with an abject feeling. The walls were painted or covered with a red-like sunstance, blood even. As scared as I was, I managed to move closer to the wall to inspect it. I reached out my handed and brushed it against the glory-looking wall. I looked at my hand and noticed that there was nothing on it. So, I moved on with a awkward feeling.
I noticed that the whole room was filled with furniture covered with white sheets or they were once white. In the middle of the ceiling was an expensive chandelier and hanging from that chandelier was a rope that had decayed from time. This made me uneasy. There was a smell of something burning like wax. Then I noticed that this room looked similar: this is where my journey had first begun.
Hours had passed and still burning was that single candle. I moved toward the candle. Under the candle was a note. I raised the candle and removed the note from its clutch.
I began to read:
Here once lived of the world's most cruel slave owners. His youngest daughter was very sick and was near to death when he assighed one of his slaves to take care of her and nurse her back to health. When the slave's attempts failed and the baby died, the slave was put to death. She was hung in this living room form the chandlier. Her body was left there until one of the other slaves removed it. It is said that her soul has stayed in this house and she will assail and hang anyone who dares to enter and disturb her rest. This very candle was lit the night she was put to death and has never been put out. She seeks retribution. Beware.
"Ms. Florence that wasn't a scary story!!"
said Anthony.
"Who said that was a story? Its true,"said Florence.
"I'm too old to be scared by a old folktale,"said Mary.
"There's no need for me to prove to you that what I say is true," said Ms Florence.
"Let's move on to our lesson." said Ms Florence.
As she began to write on the background, the students all gasped. On the back of the teacher's neck was a mark that could have only been made from a rope.
THE END
Nakia's Spot
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