Gothic Horror Stories Essay
Tim was staying at his cousin Steve’s house and they got bored of sitting around in the house so they decided to go and walk the dog.
“Mum I’m just going out for a walk with Tim, I’ll be back soon” said Steve.
“Are you sure – it’s getting pretty dark outside. Where are you going?” Steve’s mum replied.
“I’m just going for a walk with Tim to the woods” Steve said impatiently.
Tim and Steve were walking through the woods together just talking about the kind of things young people talk about. They were walking along the path and saw a sign that said “please come this way”. So they both walked off in the direction that the sign was pointing to. Then they saw a really bright light like the sun glowing in the sky off in the distance so they walked towards it. Steve was a bit worried because he lived in the area and had heard rumours about a haunted house where a mad man walked the corridors. As they got closer, they noticed the shape of a house silhouetted in the light.
Steve stopped and shouted to Tim “Turn around and don’t go any closer! It’s a haunted house”.
Tim replied “Oh yeah, I’m sure it’s haunted. Are you stupid or something Steve?”
Tim walked on, and Steve panicked. He decided that as Tim wasn’t going to listen to him he would run back to his house with the dog.
As Tim got closer to the bright light he started seeing things and was drawn into the building. He carried on walking like he was in a trance until he walked straight into the huge front door. He fell to the floor, staggered up, and there was a man in a wheelchair sitting staring at him. The man was covered in blood from head to foot. Tim stood up nervously and realised he was inside the building. As he looked around him he noticed there was blood smeared all over the walls and there were skeletons hanging at strange angles on the walls. Tim charged at the door – but there was no door anymore! There was no way out for him.
The wheels on the wheelchair squeaked, and the little man approached Tim and said, “Hello, my name’s Ronnie. And guess what – I’m going to eat you”.
Tim saw a door on the other side of the room so he slapped Ronnie on the face and ran towards it.
He grabbed the handle and threw the door open. As he staggered into the next room he noticed there was a woman dressed up in a nurse’s outfit, and she said “How can I help you?”
Tim replied “Umm, I’m trying to find my way out of here.”
The nurse looked strangely at Tim and said “The door’s that way”.
Tim walked over to another door and tried to turn the handle. But the handle wouldn’t move. He turned round slowly and looked questioningly at the nurse and she threw her head back and started laughing at him. She moved to the centre of the room and beckoned him. “Come and sit over here”.
There was a large wooden table laid for dinner, and the nurse told him to sit at the end. “There is no way out of this building once you’re in,” she whispered wickedly. “Once you’re in there is no way out and you will definitely die!”
She then looked Tim up and down and said to him “You look a tasty piece. I’m going to rip your insides out and then I am going to eat them on toast.”
She picked up a huge, glistening carving knife from the table and chased Tim. He ran for his life, dodging round the table and diving from corner to corner, until she finally caught his arm and pulled him to a halt. She put her arm strongly round his neck and stabbed the knife right into his stomach. Tim screamed, put his hands across his stomach and felt the blood trickling through his fingers, and dropped to the floor. The nurse dragged him by the hair into the room where Ronnie was sitting in his wheelchair, waiting with a knife and fork in his hands. She then placed Tim on the floor in front of Ronnie and ripped his stomach apart, smearing blood and guts all over Ronnie.
As the nurse smeared the blood all over Ronnie’s body, Steve and his mum come bursting through the door. Steve’s mum looked to the floor and saw that Tim had been ripped to pieces. She thought it was Ronnie because of the blood all over his body, and when he started to wheel his chair towards her she grabbed the first thing that came to hand which was a picture frame and smashed it down on his head. Then she picked up a sliver of broken glass and slashed Ronnie’s throat. Ronnie collapsed back in his chair, blood spurting from his neck, and gurgled his last breath.
Then Steve heard a noise in the corner, and saw the nurse. Thinking she could help them he walked up to her. When he was within touching distance she grinned at him and said threateningly “It’s your turn now, you’re going to die boy”.