Look At The Sky example essay topic

A blanket of darkness had descended on Blackwood Estate. The sky changed from pale pink to purple and then to grey washes. I looked at the sky, it was full of dark clouds heralding the coming of a storm. "Oops" I gulped. "Hey guys, want to walk to Hill street instead of Gambia street, it's a short-cut!

Maybe we can reach home before it rain". I asked. Mike had no objections and agreed readily. "What?! Walk past that cemetery? Over my dead body!" Cindy yelled.

I groaned, "Come on! Do you want the rain to spoil your new hairstyle?" I said, urging her. "Okay", she answered reluctantly. The trees grew thicker along the sides of the deserted road. Chilly wind caressed my cheeks and many of my goose bumps burst. Hill street was a long way of dilapidated houses that ran past the side entrance of the cemetery.

Wind thrashed in the treetops and the clouds burst. A torrential rain lashed down. "Lets find a shelter first. Now, look at the sky.

It's raining cats and dogs, we would be drenched soon!" Mike said hastily. "Fine!"Look! There is a building there! Lets grab a shelter there!" I yelled.

We immediately dashed into the building. It was huge, five stories tall with a black roof. The building was eerie and empty. "Look at the cobwebs, it seemed like nobody had lived here for a long time but why were the lights switched on?" Mike asked. "Weird", I answered, feeling a bit frightened. We checked out the ground floor.

The walls were of grey stone, no two of the same size and shape, arranged somehow, one upon another so as to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. I had a strange kind of feeling that I could not express out. The building seemed haunted. "We will leave here as soon as the rain stop, lets not make too much noise". I warned them. "Something wrong, Cassie?" Mike asked with concern.

"The expression on your face seemed kind of weird", he said. "Can't you feel it guys? There something about this place-something-" I said in fear. I knew the word, which I had been searching.

The word was 'evil'. It's boring here!" Cindy said suddenly. "Lets test our bravery by going up to the second to take a look."Cindy please", I moaned. "Scared so easily?" Cindy sneered. "Erm... no" I retorted and shot her a look.

I led the way and the two so-called 'brave' guys followed me close behind, tugging my shirt along. The place was full of dust and it made the building more sinister and frightening. We walked across the dark hall and I felt a penetrating chill like something was waiting to appear around the corner. Disgusting little insects and rats scampered across us and made us felt retched. I was praying that the rain would stop and we could get out of here as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the rain continued unabated.

Out of the blue, we heard somebody scream. Somewhere in one of the locked rooms, we gasped and squeezed each other's hands. We realised that we were not alone. There was someone else in trouble.

It was a funny scream, choked off in an instant as though as a hand had been pressed suddenly to cover the mouth. The terrible scream went though me like a electric shock. My heart was in my mouth and was too petrified that I stood immobilised. We stood there, tense and shaken, listening. There was nothing but silence. We crept to the direction of the noise stealthily and stumbled upon a room that was totally locked.

Drawing a deep breath, we leaned against the door and listened hard. We heard a man booming, .".. better be good and call your dad to hand over the ransom. Don't indulge in 'monkey business or else... ".

We looked at each other and knew what was happening. There a child trapped inside and it was a case of kidnap! I place one of my hand on the door jamb and continued to listen but this time, I could hear was only the thud of my own heart. We backed away with cautious steps.

"We better not be heroes and try to save the child by ourselves. Our life would be in jeopardy by then! For our own safety, we better call the police". I suggested. I took out my hand phone with my hands trembling and call the police. "I thought what if the kidnappers found out that we were here, calling for help, we would be taken by hostages!" I thought fearfully.

The immerse fear caused me to perspire profusely, sending a shiver down my spine. After a few minutes which seemed like eternity, the police officers finally came. They were armed to the teeth and sprang into action immediately. They stood at the door with their revolvers ready to be fired. At the count of three, they kicked the door open. "Freeze!" they yelled.

To our utmost surprise, there were several crewmen shooting a film and there were few of the well-known TCS actors staring at us as if we were idiots! "Erm... may I know what was happening here?" the director asked, lifting up his eyebrows. The police officers were dumbfounded and explained to them that it was a misunderstanding. We drew a deep shuddering breath of relief that the danger was over.

They were only trying to film a show! Suddenly, I felt so silly! Fancy being frightened of this house! Oh god! The director was foaming at the mouth and chided us for ruining their show and the police officers reprimanded us for wasting their precious time. We felt so embarrassed and we could only mumbled a word of 'sorry'.

"Can't you see that there were many signs hanging outside the building explaining that there was an act going on? Are you three blind or what?" the director said, raising his voice. "But... but there weren't any signs there, honestly". I muttered.

Not really believing us, the director went out to check and came back white in the face. We then realised that the signs had disappeared into thin air! The question is: Was there someone took the signs away or was it that the building was really haunted? THE END!