It is time for me to go up and spy on the mansion to see what I can discover. Grabbing my raincoat, I head downstairs to get my keys and go to my car, an old brown Station Wagon which has chipped and faded paint, ripped upholstery, and a cracked windshield. I hop into my car, start it up and back down the driveway. The rain is pouring down too hard for my wipers to keep up. It is like a monsoon hit with full force. Inches of rain falling from the sky cover the ground floor, flooding the streets. Lightning fills the sky, lighting it up like a child’s face on Christmas morning, striking phone and electrical lines, cutting power to thousands. Streets are not lit by street lights, but b

backwards so I slowly give the throttle a little gas to try to get some traction, but the car continues to slide down the hill. Nothing is working! Continuing to slide, my body bounces up and down from the bumps in the road. Will I ever stop? Am I going to slide off the edge? Am I going to die? At that instant the car falls into a gigantic pothole and my car jerks to a dead stop. I sigh in relief that I am still alive. I stop and take a deep breath. I now know that nothing is going to stop my journey, so I swing open my car door and pull myself out onto the muddy dirt road and continue my trek up the hill to the mysterious man’s mansion.

Driving toward the end of the road I realize that my car is the only one out. I approach the dark and treacherous path leading to the top of the mountain. The storm starts to slow as I begin driving up. I start to creep up the bumpy road dirt road. The road is getting steeper and steeper and steeper. Now three quarters from the top the bald tires on my car start to slip because of the mud, but I continue up the hill. I start to slide

By this time the rain has stopped and the cold silence of the night fills the air. My feet are covered in thick slushy mud. My shoes feel as if they are made of stone. The farther I walk up the darker the sky seems. The trees are filled with hundreds of bright yellow eyes watching my every move. Continuing up the road I trip over a rock and fall to the ground. All of a sudden the trees start to rustle and I can see the bats swooping down from the trees because of the disturbance that I have caused. I bounce to my feet and start to sprint up the hill until I reach the top, where I stop to catch my breath. I can feel my heart pounding inside of my chest.

Suddenly the man stops in the middle of the graveyard next to an open grave. He then picks up the body and tosses it into the open grave. Grabbing a shovel leaned up next to the grave the man starts to shovel the dirt into the hole. Shoveling pile by pile the man is determined to fill the grave. Working like a mad man he finally comes upon the last pile of dirt t

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