BLOGLISH

Owen CLAUZEL

3ème 1

GOTHIC STORY

Five friends, Ralph, Michael, James, Jack and Harry, were walking in a forest on a Friday evening, after school. It was around 10pm. Because of the cold outside, everyone was warmly dressed; with furry coats, scarves, thick gloves and big socks. Even though this winter was one of the coldest winters the city had ever endured, the group decided to go out. They talked about school, work they had to do, their hobbies outside school…

Ralph is listening to James talking about his week when he suddenly feels observed. He looks around to see if anyone was near to them, but in the dark, he can’t see much. So he just continues walking. Suddenly, he sees a movement to his left. He quickly turns himself towards the place where he’d seen it, but…nothing. Ten seconds after, he sees another move. There are more and more on each side… He looks at his friends to see if they had seen it too, but it didn’t seem to. Seeing his friend frightened Harry stairs at him, without saying anything, to not interrupt James. Ralph tells him with a head nod that everything is all right. Suddenly, a small rock rolled on the side of the path, just as if somebody had walked on it. The five of them turn around, surprised. As they don’t see anything, they start walking again. Harry sees Ralph walking slowly, backwards. He looks terrified. He starts mumbling words, stammering.  Harry manages to understand “can you see them?”. Michael, James and Jack look behind them and start laughing. They tell Ralph they aren’t stupid; they won’t be scared by the dark, or even anything he pretends to say. Ralph, who has accelerated his walk, is now in front of the group. He walks so fast that he is nearly running. Harry joins him to ask what was happening, and what scared him off, but Ralph only answers, “the shadows, they’re going to eat us!”. Suddenly, they hear a scream. When they turn around, they discover Michael dragged on the floor, by… nothing. They don’t have time to react that James is already dragged the same way. Michael and James have now disappeared in the distant fog. Immediately, Jack, Ralph and Harry start running as fast as they can towards the end of the forest. They run without even watching behind them. They know that if they reach the end of the forest, they can go and hide at Ralph’s place, which, hopefully would be a secured place. They are nearly arrived when Jack screams his head off. They are so scared that nether Ralph or Harry turns theirs heads to look behind them or try to help Jack. They both enter Ralph’s house, and, seeing that Jack is not there anymore, they close the door. They quickly put a cupboard in front of the door, and both run in the basement and lock themselves in it. They both sit down in a corner of the room. They are trembling. They don’t understand what is going on. After a couple of minutes, Harry mumbles: “Wh-what j-just happened?”  As Ralph seems as shocked as him, he doesn’t insist. They try to calm down in a long-lasting silence. The guilt of abandoning their friends to monsters to save their own lives grows into them. Finally, Harry asks Ralph: “You saw them?”. The answer isn’t loud enough, but Harry understands it. They aren’t hungry, or thirsty, or in fact they don’t think at anything apart from their friends. Time passes, minutes feel like hours. Once they start recovering, together they talk about their friends, what happened to them… Who, Which creature came after them? Ralph tries to describe the monsters to Harry; “They are sort of human, but without any feet or any hands. They are purple and pink. They like …“glow” in the night (that’s how I saw them). The creatures’ heads are without any face; they just have small eyes. They approached us from each side. When they understood I could see them, they immediately attacked...” Tears are falling on his cheeks. Suddenly, there is an enormous “BOUM” upstairs. They are petrified. Harry goes silently to the door, to turn off the light. There were noises and objects falling… The house was being searched. Ralph could hear strange noises, like a discussion between people. It was very strange though; the sounds were not proper words but rather insignificant screams.

He started to tremble. The noises were closer and closer… Then, no more noise, no more voices. He breaths slowly and without making any noise. Harry is all sweaty, they both hope that the monsters are gone. Suddenly, a big “SLAP”, the door goes wide open.

Harry, who doesn’t see the ghosts looks at his friend (to see his reaction, to know if they are in danger), while turning around Harry realises that Ralph has disappeared. He manages to see red marks on the ground. He freak’s out thinking at the possibility that it could be Ralph’s blood. There were indeed blood prints on the floor! Harry nearly passed out; his best friend had just been taken and killed just next to him. He bent slowly towards the floor to see if it wasn’t just a mark which had been there already since a long time. Even if he could not accept it , blood was still fresh,  his fingers could feel this red syrup….Yes, it was blood…but at its contact, Harry felt strange… It was just as if something had gone in his body. He immediately started hearing screams, they were in fact quite the same as those described by Ralph earlier on. With all the events that had just happened, he wasn’t even surprised; he felt wired, but was to shocked and scared to realise something was moving in the dark coming from his left side.  He turned his head. Even if he was in the dark, he saw… In the entrance of the room, near the door, were four purple shapes. They were terrifying! They looked thirsty, like evils and were looking at him greedily. They started walking slowly towards him… He tried to find an object with which he could defend himself, but nothing… He couldn’t run away because they were in front on the door… He couldn’t do anything else in fact… One of them bounced on him so fast that he didn’t even had time to move. The monster planted his arm into Harry’s belly. An enormous pain invaded him; he could not feel his right arm anymore, then his left one… and then, nothing… all became black…

Harry gets up without knowing how, and BANG, he bumps his head on the ceiling. His mother runs into his bedroom and asks “ What happened, are you all write? “ She turns on the lights. At this moment, Harry realises that he is in his bedroom, all is all right…

            It was just a nightmare.