Writhing

= //**This was the story I wrote for my writing assessment .**// = **//THE HAUNTING//**   **//Shadows quivered on the wall as the candle flickered, then fizzled to nothing and suddenly the power switch flicked on and off many times. The light bulb turned as frosty as the snow in a early christmas morning .That was a the house in london called scared door because it was known for it's ghostly behavior, 74a baker st london that was the house. The family of four lived in that same house that all the supernatural things were going on when they came home the family felt a sudden wintry wind blowing on to them, they went and had a look that all the window was closed , they were all closed suddenly they family of four was never to be seen again ...//**

**//The Year was 1921 a very delightful couple arrived in London from Brazil, they came to have a satisfying future for there children. The couple found a nice little hut that they could live in so they did, but what they did not know was that was no ordinary house it was a paranormal house as the people of Baker st said. The Husband was called Alberto when he was going to have a shower he saw a strange figure in the shower he went and look but there was not a single alive soul to be seen. He was seeing the same stranger figure for quite sometime now. He told her beloved wife Ruska but she said it was nothing but you mind play tricks n him//**

**//Now Ruska started seeing things as well so the couple decided to sit and talk together, their little talk went really good. the couple decided to get a priest in the huse and see if anyone soul was there when they called the priest he ran away from the house saying " it's in there", and crazy thing like that. The poor couple was scared to death a couple of weeks later the both of the husband and wife's body was seen hanging from the roof. That got the town worried so they decided to burn the house down when they did they town found a grave yard below the house. The Town called a really really good priest the priest let the bodies to rest and then that house was never to be spoken of again ...//**