The Haunted Mansion. [ENG]

Title: The Haunted Mansion
Language: English
Age-limit?: None really, but you need to know your english.
Type of story: Short story
Theme: Twisted ghost story.
Synopsis: It's about a mansion, telling it's story. Not a long, long tale but it's telling about the disappointment, the hatred and the sorrow he has felt through the years.
Is it finished?: Yes.

Here it is, ladies and gentlemen my latest english assignment (That I got a B for.) :

The Haunted Mansion

I am going to tell you a story, you would be surprised to know that I am only a myth for many. Though those who know about me, and what I am. Those are fully aware of what I have done and been through these years. Those people know that I am, and will always be, the haunted mansion. But enough talk about me. I guess you want to hear about what I have done. What did actually happen, that made me so infamous? I’ll tell you now, but to understand why, I think I will tell you something about my earliest memories.

It was about two centuries ago, I was built in the most prestigious of materials. Dark oak tree was my floor, the expensive rugs which covered my floor were imported all the way from the foreign land called India, by my owners. The many big rooms were decorated with countless of pretty features and the nicest things were used to make me sparkle with affluence, just like the white facade with outstanding ornamentation. Just to make me irresistible and beautiful. I did not know anything of it. I do not have sight, I never saw my owners. I never knew what they looked like. But after what felt like seconds, the time that I later found out was many, many years. They were all gone.

I do not know what happened to them, I will probably never know. Without a single sound, not a single warning, I suddenly felt the presence of others in the house. I did not think much of it though. I thought the owners had some kind of guests. But when my decorations disappeared and the furniture was moved out, leaving me naked, I knew something was wrong. I was empty, my people was gone and I was left alone for a while. I had to wait for years, lonely, lonely years to have new people inside of me. But those who came, were filled of hatred and anger or terror, some was filled with sorrow and grief. These feelings filled me - and with them, I was once again full.

I should have been happy, right? I should have been welcoming and be euphoric over having people living in my great rooms, seeing my prestige and amazing features. Though, they coated me in yellow. I heard them speak of my new color. My nice eggshell-white color that my first owner was so proud of, was gone and replaced with a sunshine yellow. The workers said that the color burnt their eyes right out of their heads, that it was so light and clear it was scary, but that it fitted its cause.

I got to know, that I was a snake pit, I did not know what they meant before hearing one of the people inside me scream in terror. I can still recall that memory, the echoing voice bounce between my once decorated walls.
“I hate this! I hate this godforsaken asylum, I wish it gone!” She had screamed in the corridors, and a couple days later her presence had perished. Just like my first owners, she was gone without a word. With that, I knew I was an asylum. I was called nuthouse and “the graveyard for mad men”. It bothered me that they used my greatness to store evil and pain, sorrow and crazy humans. Why did they use me too such matters? They were the real nutheads, those who used me for this devilry - not the actual mad men.

There was this sweet girl who kept talking to me, even though I never replied. She kept talking, laughed and sometimes she even cried. I really wanted to help her. I wanted to make her happy. I did not want her to cry and weep herself to sleep at night. It made me feel guilt and sorrow. I think the little girl knew when I was sad, or was in pain. Sometimes the girl even wrapped her tiny arms around me, around something at least. Something that was attached to me, or just some furniture. It felt nice. Somehow. I thought she would stay forever. But one night she was still awake, sitting in her bed and just watched me. I remember her saying: “I will probably leave you, Mr. Hospital. And for that, I am deeply sorry.” That night, some other people - those who were sane in their own opinion dragged the little girl to a room, in fact it was the room where the screaming woman had perished, and when morning came the little girl was gone as well.

I have never stopped thinking about her, and my memory of her stayed sacred and I will always remember her weak tiny voice talk to me, even though she is not actually here anymore. I still miss her and how her small arms wrapped around my beauty.

All of a sudden, my memories of all the people I have kept got their own life inside me. They started running around in the corridors, screaming and crying out for help. I did not actually approve to this, not my good side at least. But after a while, I was forced to face facts. I wanted this to happen, I wanted them to be scared. I wanted to avenge the little girl, I longed for someone happy and caring. I missed my first owners. I wanted to meet them again, and feel their presence. I needed them again.

Everyone moved out, and those who did not move, met death. In the end I was left alone again, with only my memories to keep me company. They made a very good company, they always did the same things and I was slowly gaining control over them.

Around a hundred years ago, I started using them for real. Some foolish girls and their disgusting men crushed one of my great windows and crawled inside like small crickets. That’s also how many of them died, like insects. One after one I killed them. They were screaming in terror, scared to death of my memories and hatred which pulsed through them every second. Do not tell me they did not deserve it! Indeed, they did! Why would they not be punished for doing something so cruel to my beautiful windows? I think they have all the reasons to die for something like that!

Just a couple of weeks later there were these stupid children were going to act brave and came indoors. Trying to be somewhat cool in front of their friends. Idiotic, is it not? How they thought that I would let them do what they wanted. Foolish, that’s what I say! Fools! All of them!

They were all dead, people came looking, though, more blood was spilled in my great rooms and my beautiful floors were stained in blood. Those dumb men who thought there was only a couple of accidents going on, started to use me as a joke. A joke! I will tell you that I had the right to be mad, it is not fun to be a joke. They just did not see me for what I really was. A great house with much pride. I suppose that I went a bit over the top with the mother who cried out to leave her sons alone and give them peace, but she talked on and on forever, not caring a bit about me. Just about the “ghosts” who were “haunting this devilish place”. I went mad, I guess. I can not recall. Maybe, I just do not want to. She was still dead though. Everyone died, noone survived to take a step into me. Those who dared always met a fatal death, a death they surely deserved. Those crazy fools. They should not have smoked in my yard. They wanted to die with that smell around them, did they not? About four years after my first murder, they started tearing me apart. I did my best to not let them do that, my first owners would come back for me. I was sure, and that little girl would come back! She would, I promise you. She was going to come back and talk to me! But then, they ripped my to shreds and burned my greatness as if I was some kind of devil tool! So, how can I even tell you all this?

It is simple, so simple that it is not that hard to laugh at it. I laugh, laugh with me. Now. This tiny girl came up to the ravage that was left of me when they brought their tools that fateful day. She, the new girl, plucked out a diamond knob which was used in a bathroom door in my cellar. Then she ran home to herself as fast as she could, at least that’s how it felt and sounded and when she reached her home screwed me in her door. I did not do anything towards her at the time, she had the same feeling around her as my first owners. I was happy with her. But my memories will still not rest, I am angry, no I am actually furious with the people who devoured me, and my greatness, my decorations and beautiful features. Destroyed the hard work my owners dedicated to me and completely devoured me. Used me for devilry, and drove me to the edge of sanity. Though, I am not mad.

But do not think I am done yet, I am coming for you. When I find you, I am going to destroy you. Just like I did to those children, and those women and men. Because you all are the same, you are all ignorant and foolish! I will come for you, I will kill you, and everyone you’ve ever loved.

The end... or is it?

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