The Truth About The Old Thompson Place

I knew I was going to be late but I thought that if I could save a little time the punishment wouldn't be as severe. The only short cut I knew of, unfortunately, would take me right past the old Thompson place. Although I had never seen the place, the many stories and rumours that I had heard over the years seemed to make me an expert.

As I neared the last street on the road I took a deep breath of reassurance, left the stability of the pavement and stepped onto the path leading into Wenlock Edge, a dark, damp, forested patch just east of the Thompson estate. The short cut would save me at least ten minutes but I was starting to wonder if it would be worth it.

My mind began racing with thoughts and visions of all those scary movies I had seen on television. It didn't matter how much I tried to erase those thoughts, my imagination simply pulled me back. Through the moonlit sky I could make out the skeletal structure of the Thompson estate, a dim silhouette against the eerie backdrop of mist and fog. I realized that I had stopped and was standing there, eyes transfixed on the structure ahead. The wind intensified, causing the few remaining leaves in the trees to rustle uneasily. Suddenly... I heard a noise coming from the Thompson place. I was scared at first but then I thought, "What the heck, couldn't be that scary." Then I started to walk up the old broken stairs. I looked at my watch and it read 10:30 pm. I still had 30 minutes to spare.

I climbed up the stairs as quietly as I could, trying not to make much noise because if someone were to see me, I'd be in big trouble! The wind was harsh. I looked up at the front of the house and noticed there were lots of windows, but they were all boarded up and rotted. When I got to the top step I quickly turned around to make sure no one was following me. I then opened the door and stepped in.

I looked for a light switch with my lighter. It took me a while but I found one and flipped on the switch. To my surprise the electricity was still working well.

The main floor of the house lit up right away. "Ha! It's not that scary," I thought to myself.

Everything appeared to be intact. The living room, where I stood, had lots of furniture and everything was still in the right place, except it was covered in white sheets and cobwebs. The house was amazing and huge!

I decided to take a tour of the house. I took a look at the stairs to make sure they were sturdy enough for me because they didn't look like it!

I walked up the old stairs and each one creaked like a dying cat! When I got to the top there were two hallways with three doors on each side. Most of them were closets and little different rooms. I finally came to a big bedroom. It was huge! In the middle of the room was an enormous king sized red oak wood bed with a dark blue quilt on it. On the sides there were two nightstands of the same oak with lamps on it. On the other side of the room stood two dressers. One had only drawers and it was tall and skinny, while the other one was long, wide, and had three big mirrors on it. Nearby was a door. I tried to open it but it was stuck or locked.

I was just about to leave and hurry home when I noticed another door. I walked up to it and pulled on it. It immediately flew wide open. I stepped inside and I saw that it was a big walk in closet. I looked up and saw that there were still old dresses and suits from the past. It was starting to freak me out a bit. I felt a cold presence, like someone was behind me. I turned around but no one was there. As I reached to turn off the light, I felt something hit me in the back of my head!

When I regained consciousness, I was standing at the entrance to Mr. and Mrs. Thompson's room; only everything was clean and looked like it was brand new! When I stepped back in I could hear faint yelling and screaming coming from that one room I couldn't get open before.

I walked up to the door quietly and opened it. When I walked in the bathroom I saw Mr. And Mrs. Thompson fighting about some obscure thing. The next thing I knew Mrs. Thompson pulled out a gun from behind her and held it up to Mr. Thompson's head. He tried to run, and was telling Mrs. Thompson to stop what she was doing but she pulled the trigger. It was like everything happened in slow motion. The bullet flew across the bathroom and hit Mr. Thompson right between the eyes!