A Night in a Mansion
By Rachel
The rustling of the leaves startled me as I made my way into the dark, gloomy, gigantic forest. Why am I doing
this? I thought to myself? Why? I took my first step into the monstrous forest. The crunching of the leaves and the
howling of the wind made me frightened. I took my bright yellow flashlight out, not knowing what was awaiting me.
I walked out of the forest and up to the huge stone walled mansion. It was the biggest place I had ever seen. It had a huge brass door with a gigantic knocker. There must have been at least 75 windows. The vines that hung over the three-story palace made it even creepier. I thought I was walking into a nightmare, and I couldn’t wake up.
I cautiously sauntered up to the big brass door that surrounded the mansion. I pushed hard on the door. It opened with out a problem. “Wow!” I murmured to myself out loud. To my astonishment, I saw a big beautiful ballroom. Unfortunately it was covered with cobwebs so it looked like it hadn’t been used for 100 years. There was a golden chandelier that hung over the ballroom. I set my flashlight down on a chair and walked around.
I toddled up the cool marble staircase that was about 20 feet long. I meandered around the second story and found that there were eight bedrooms and 11 bathrooms. Out of the eight bedrooms, there was one master bedroom that was as big as the whole second story of my house. Even the bathroom was bigger than my bedroom! That was my favorite bedroom. I walked into the master room and sat down on the immense bed. “I wish I had a bedroom like this,” I whispered to myself. The walls in this room were painted somewhat of a gold color. The bed had red sheets with silver lace resting on them. It was an amazing room.
I decided to go up to the third story to the attic. I climbed up the narrow staircase. The door in the attic was broken so I could easily open it. It was pitch black inside. I couldn’t see anything, so I went back down stairs to the ballroom to gather my flashlight.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I scurried over to the table where I set my flashlight down last. It wasn’t there. At that moment, a cool breeze fluttered by. “Who’s there?” I hollered out loud. “Hello?” said again.
A soft knocking started on the dark wall behind me. I turned around as sharp as a pin. The hard knocking was getting louder and louder. I started to panic. “Hello?” I yelled. There was no answer and the knocking continued to progress.
I put my hand on the doorknob and started to turn it. It turned ice cold and it would not turn all the way. I was locked in the mansion. Everything on the first floor was locked. I scooted up to the second story and I shot up the second staircase up to the attic. The door creaked opened as I gently pushed on it. I had no idea what was awaiting me until I took my first step into that attic and crashed through the weak floorboards. “AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as I fell. Luckily under the floorboards happened to be a bedroom so I landed softly on the bed. I coughed as all the dust cleared away. I was filthy and I was covered in dust. “I have to get out of here!” I muttered to myself. I have to find something that could get me out of here. A rope! I thought to myself. If I had a rope, I could tie it to the window on the second story and I would rock climb my way down to the ground.
I made my sore tired legs move down the cool, filthy, marble staircase. I wandered around until I found myself heading into a direction I hade never been in. I found myself in a room with no windows. It had white painted walls. There were also hundreds of white objects covered with white sheets.
I scurried over to one of the objects covered in white sheet and pulled it off. There I saw a painting of an old man with a dark brown mustache that was wearing on old fashion army uniform.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!
“AHHH!” I shrieked. I heard a soft beating. I had no idea were that noise came from. I had a hunch that there was something in this room that would get me out of here. The beating grew stronger and faster. I pulled the last sheet off and there I found the exact thing that I was looking for. The rope.
I raced up to the second story and to the closest window I found. The window broke open as I touched it. I attached the 22-foot long rope to the bar underneath the window. Holding on as tight as I could, I gently stepped out of the window. My hands were burning from gripping hard on the rope. I positioned my feet on the hard stonewall and moved them down slowly, letting my hands glide down the rope, hoping that it would hold my weight. I was wrong.
About 8 feet from the ground, my mind went blank as the rope snapped. I fell to the ground, with the rope. I laid there for a couple of seconds panting hard. I then saw where I was laying so I shot right up from the ground, ran into the forest, and sprinted home, forgetting how much pain I was in. I zoomed right up the driveway, into the door, up the stairs, and into my bed. I was so happy to be in my cozy warm house.