Bookends Autumn: Haunted House

Hi all my marvellous ladies and gentle-worms,

My name is Chiara and I am a Bookworm.

It is also my turn to host the Bookend event.

I’m so excited!

For those of you who are unaware Bookend Event is created by Sam @ Fictionally Sam and Clo @ Cuppa Clo. They do this every season, and this time it’s time for Bookend Autumn.

I think I’ve made everyone aware of my indifference to autumn … except yesterday. Currently I am on holiday in London enjoying a few days with family from all across the tree and yesterday morning I went out on a beautiful walk. It was crisp and fresh and just cold enough not to be too cold but … you know what I am trying to say? Right? And I had an amazing day … except now my little toes on both feet are twice the size they normally are due to blisters. First thing I am doing after I get finished writing this is going on google to find myself my nearest pharmacy and get myself some blister plasters.

But enough about my hideous feet and back to the topic at hand.

My chosen prompt for today is Haunted House. I’m going to take a walk through my very own haunted house and put in there my favourite scary items.

I step through the creaky door of an old crumbling castle the door slams shut and it is pitch black.

(I don’t do dark. I’m not scared of the dark, per se, but when it is pitch black everything is emotionally heightened. You over think everything; every creek and crack and moan will make you jump)

After what feels like forever glowing green lights lead a pathway into the next room.

It’s set up like a classroom. The walls are bare and a little dingy instead of sunlight streaming in through the window, the sky is glowing red. Desks set in strict rows, pen, pencil and ruler positioned exactly at the top of the desk. Every desk, every row the same. You join the back of the queue and slowly trudge towards the front of the desk where the dreaded Miss Trunchbull is sat. As you reach the desk you realise that the entire right hand side of the classroom, where the wall should be that separates the classroom from the corridor, is entirely made of glass and you classmates are gathered outside the window to watch you receive your test back. She hands you back your paper. In large red marker pen there is a single letter ‘F’ followed by those dreaded words … ‘See me after class’.

(I have a huge fear of failure. Not just academically, but in everything. Sometimes I think if life were a test I would be bottom of the class)

The walls fall away and you wander into the next room.

You are in a small room. The walls are plain apart from the door you just walked in through which slams behind you and a red door that is directly in front of you. The door creaks on its hinges and then bursts open.

A hoard of zombies stream toward you an chase you straight out the door and back into the real world.

(I’m not scared of vampires and werewolves. (Twilight cured me of that) I’m not scared of spiders. They don’t bother me … so I don’t bother them. They only thing that scares me … zombies.)

I hope you’ve enjoyed this post and if you want to have a go at describing your own haunted house … do. Leave me a link and I’ll check it out.


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