histoire gothique en Anglais
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The Keeplord’s nightmare
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The woman comes out of the house in the night after greeting the man in front of the
huge wooden door.
She wears a long dark green dress and a black jacket with a
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wide dark hat and a green scarf.
She seems to be both young and old at the same
time, it’s like her face isn’t real.
The man wears an all black uniform and a dark green
hat, he gives the woman a black suitcase.
But after that, the man disappear like a
ghost through the wall of the big house.
The woman goes down the stairs and walks
along the sinister path, cross the small bridge over the river at the end of the path.
A
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man opens the gate for her and goes away immediately.
She looks back to the
house behind the trees in the fog and says something by whispering, a name, my
name « Jonathan...
».
I wake up suddenly, this nightmare seems so real .
I’ve been dreaming it for more
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than two weeks now but it never goes that far, the woman had never said my name
before.
But I don’t have time for that, it’s 08:00 am and I have school in thirty
minutes.
I eat something and brush my teeth in a few minutes.
I go to school in the
school bus but I don’t have any friends so I am alone and nobody wants to sit by me.
But today is different, a boy sat next to me, it’s the first time that it happens to me.
I
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don’t know him and I never saw him yet.
The bus is full and very noisy, everyone is
chatting with friends .
The boy next to me seems very mysterious, i can’t see his face
because of his lock of black hair in front of his face.
I just turn my head to the window
for a few second and when I look at him again, he was no longer there.
How it is
possible, where is he ? I don’t know, maybe I’m surely getting paranoid due to this
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nightmare, or I am only tired.
Night after night, I have this nightmare, it is growing more and more.
After having said that, the woman cross the street, she sits in the back of a horsedrawn carriage, a man then takes her to a house with some gargoyles next to the
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window of the third floor.
The house is very high, and the only one lights of all the
street is broken so we only see the lights through the window of the mansion.
The
mansion is very very old, it looks like an old church.
When the woman gets out of the
carriage, the man said to her : « Goodbye Mrs.
Wardwell.
» She enter in the creepy
house.
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And I wake up again.
I am very tired of having this dream, I don’t sleep well and I
sweat a lot at night.
Every day is the same as the day before : I wake up sweating, I
hurry to get ready, I go to school, I eat my lunch at 12:00 pm and I go back to class.
I
think my life is really boring.
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Today is November 13 and it is my birthday, I have 17 years old today, so my parents
organize a birthday party with all my familly except my grandmother, who died the
day I was born.
I never knew her and nobody knows how she died.
So, my birthday
has always been strange, my familly was both sad and happy.
My favourite activity
this day is to go skateboarding late at night because my parents don’t forbid me
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exceptionally.
I take my board and I go outside, it is a little cold but it’s ok we live in
Salt Lake City, it’s 63°F outside I just take a sweatshirt and it’s good.
I skate in the
neighborhood and I see a strange house, I don’t remember ever having see it I
decide to go back at home but at the same time I look to the house.
And I see
somebody watching me through the window, it feels like an eternity.
I drew my eyes
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away and I go back at home as quickly as possible.
The woman take off her jacket, she walks to a door, she open it and his face
suddenly change.
She starts crying and weeping, she can’t speak at the moment,
she walk stumbling and kneel down.
There is a dead man lying on the floor.
A young
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man, he speak in a low, gibbering murmur to the woman.
The woman closes the
eyes of the man and stand up immediatly.
With a furious look she leaves him and
goes out.
She walks with a determined step.
It looks like it is so cold outside, the fog
and the dark atmosphere is more and more scary.
The woman stops in front of an
old mansion.
It is written on the wall : Keeplord’s Mansion.
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I wake up easier than usual, I go to school and I think on the road of my dream this
night, as far as I know I have no noble ancestors or rich at this point.
This day the
teacher brings a new student in the classroom.
I think I’ve seen him before.
The new
student introduces himself and says his name is Justin Wardwell.
I straighten up
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suddenly, this guy has the same name as the woman of my dream, I am shocked, I
don’t understand how it is possible.
Is it a simple coeincidence ? Or is it related ? I
ask questions to myself during all the day, I look at him discreetly in the classroom.
During the lunch, in the cafeteria, he is alone at a table so I decided to join him but
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when I sit down next to him, he stand up and move to an other table.
I don’t follow
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him, he is very strange or maybe he does not want to be with someone, it would be
more logical he is new here.
I don’t know why but I don’t feel comfortable with him,
he emits bad vibes, but the strangest things is that I always have a good feeling with
the person of my age.
But anyway, I still observe him discreetly until he stand up
again because he looks in my direction, I drew my eyes down and I finished my
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meal.
Justin leaves the cafeteria and again,....
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