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this anymore! When will this night end?” said Hound, slapping his forehead as he closed his eyes.
Thump!......Thump!.....Thump!......
“Wait. I know where it is coming from”, said Derek as he looked at the floorboards. We’re right above the seventh room…”
Thump!......Thump!.....Thump!......
He was right. The thumping sound was coming from the seventh room, the room they called Winston. Soon, the floor shook on the impact with every thump. It was like someone or something was there in the seventh room and was hitting the ceiling every few seconds.
“Dude, turn off the lights and nobody moves. Listen hard!” whispered Goose as Derek reached out to the bedside table and gently switched off the lights. As the room plunged into darkness, the frequency of the thumping increased.
Thump!......Thump!.....Thump!...... Thump!
Sure enough, between the thumping sounds was the muffled sound of a woman screaming out in agony and pain. Goose got up and tiptoed to the bed to sit on it. Nobody was on the floor now, it shook at regular intervals and the screams turned into muffled sounds of howling painful moans and then, it all stopped.
“Wow! Looks like somebody’s having a great time down there. Only one hitch though, he’s got the bed stuck to the ceiling” I said, hoping the wise crack would lighten the mood. Derek put his hand and covered my mouth as we heard the sound of shuffling feet below and then some chanting of prayers.
After sometime, there was the creaking sound of a door opening and closing as we heard people walk away. The sound of a wolf howling from afar could be heard.
“OK, here’s what my theory is”, said Derek, as he switched on the lamps, “I believe that Jenny is in deep trouble and there is something going on in this mansion that we folks are deliberately being kept in the dark about. I’d say this place is haunted”.
“You call that a theory, you moron? Of course we know the house is haunted! Just ask me!” exclaimed Hound, anger management in progress, “Tell us something new!”
“Well, that’s all my theory is all about - that this place is haunted. Anyway, instead of yelling at me, you’d be better off if you suggest something,” said Derek, disappointed that the peak of his intelligence had gone unappreciated.
“Knock it off, you two, this is so juvenile! OK, what I believe is that we must wait till tomorrow morning instead of coming up with half-baked theories. Right now, we don’t know anything. Maybe, that old witch of a nanny can give us some information”, I said, quite irritated to see that our two friends were bickering out of jealousy.
“And listen to some grandma tales? Chief, give me a break, there’s got to be someone better than that old broomstick to tell us more?” quipped Goose, as he stretched out in the bed.
He was right. Maybe, the exhaustion wasn’t really helping us get this right.
“OK, remember that prick, Jeremy mentioning something about two guests who are getting here tomorrow morning?” said Hound, as his eyes suddenly seemed to light up, “I remember him saying that one was a teacher and one a doctor”.
“So? Maybe they’re just poor morons like us who got conned by what is mentioned in the website. The Mansion of the Gods? Hah! It doesn’t talk about this place being haunted. What are you leading to?” said Derek, scratching his head, trying to fathom the depth of Hound’s intelligent guess.
“Maybe there is a connection. I distinctly recall that old walking stick of a Nanny’s dull eyes light up when Jeremy mentioned about them. I mean, which Nanny would be happy to have more guests? It would only increase her work”, said Hound, reaching out for a pack of cigarettes.
As Hound took out a matchstick and struck the matchbox, there was a loud sound of thunder as the bolts of lightning were visible through the dark shades.
Hound stared at the
Thump!......Thump!.....Thump!......
“Wait. I know where it is coming from”, said Derek as he looked at the floorboards. We’re right above the seventh room…”
Thump!......Thump!.....Thump!......
He was right. The thumping sound was coming from the seventh room, the room they called Winston. Soon, the floor shook on the impact with every thump. It was like someone or something was there in the seventh room and was hitting the ceiling every few seconds.
“Dude, turn off the lights and nobody moves. Listen hard!” whispered Goose as Derek reached out to the bedside table and gently switched off the lights. As the room plunged into darkness, the frequency of the thumping increased.
Thump!......Thump!.....Thump!...... Thump!
Sure enough, between the thumping sounds was the muffled sound of a woman screaming out in agony and pain. Goose got up and tiptoed to the bed to sit on it. Nobody was on the floor now, it shook at regular intervals and the screams turned into muffled sounds of howling painful moans and then, it all stopped.
“Wow! Looks like somebody’s having a great time down there. Only one hitch though, he’s got the bed stuck to the ceiling” I said, hoping the wise crack would lighten the mood. Derek put his hand and covered my mouth as we heard the sound of shuffling feet below and then some chanting of prayers.
After sometime, there was the creaking sound of a door opening and closing as we heard people walk away. The sound of a wolf howling from afar could be heard.
“OK, here’s what my theory is”, said Derek, as he switched on the lamps, “I believe that Jenny is in deep trouble and there is something going on in this mansion that we folks are deliberately being kept in the dark about. I’d say this place is haunted”.
“You call that a theory, you moron? Of course we know the house is haunted! Just ask me!” exclaimed Hound, anger management in progress, “Tell us something new!”
“Well, that’s all my theory is all about - that this place is haunted. Anyway, instead of yelling at me, you’d be better off if you suggest something,” said Derek, disappointed that the peak of his intelligence had gone unappreciated.
“Knock it off, you two, this is so juvenile! OK, what I believe is that we must wait till tomorrow morning instead of coming up with half-baked theories. Right now, we don’t know anything. Maybe, that old witch of a nanny can give us some information”, I said, quite irritated to see that our two friends were bickering out of jealousy.
“And listen to some grandma tales? Chief, give me a break, there’s got to be someone better than that old broomstick to tell us more?” quipped Goose, as he stretched out in the bed.
He was right. Maybe, the exhaustion wasn’t really helping us get this right.
“OK, remember that prick, Jeremy mentioning something about two guests who are getting here tomorrow morning?” said Hound, as his eyes suddenly seemed to light up, “I remember him saying that one was a teacher and one a doctor”.
“So? Maybe they’re just poor morons like us who got conned by what is mentioned in the website. The Mansion of the Gods? Hah! It doesn’t talk about this place being haunted. What are you leading to?” said Derek, scratching his head, trying to fathom the depth of Hound’s intelligent guess.
“Maybe there is a connection. I distinctly recall that old walking stick of a Nanny’s dull eyes light up when Jeremy mentioned about them. I mean, which Nanny would be happy to have more guests? It would only increase her work”, said Hound, reaching out for a pack of cigarettes.
As Hound took out a matchstick and struck the matchbox, there was a loud sound of thunder as the bolts of lightning were visible through the dark shades.
Hound stared at the
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