A gothic short story [english version]

Hello everyone ! As I told you previously, I love languages. English is the first foreign language I learnt. At school, I had to write a text inspired by the Gothic novels we were studying, it's how was born this little thing.

   She was waiting for him since hours now. He promised to return soon. The whole house were lulled by a dark, oppressive silence. The door of her little hideout cringed slowly before knocking on the old wall of the corridor when she opened it. The sunset light filtered through the scarifying stained glass windows made her hardly see.

   Brian has left on the right.

   He was terribly excited to explore the « Haunted House ». When they heard a muffled noise, he got euphoric.

« Don't worry, I'm just going to see what's going on down there. Lock yourself. Don't move from here. »

   While remembering that, she was loosing herself in the middle of the abundance of secret corridors. Finally, she led on a big room. It seemed to be empty. All the walls were grey, a dark grey, except the left one. It was covered by a dark curtain.

   When she tried to see what there was behind, she get petrified. In white sheets was lying a man, half-naked. His skin were pasty, creating a vivid contrast with the blood which escaped from the large injury he had on the abdomen. This same blood that was soaking the bed on which was lying what it was clearly a dead body.

   The young girl, after a violent mutism, let the panic overcome her and screamed as deep as she could. Everywhere in the house, her voice rang, extended by an interminable echo.

   Insanely but irrepressibly drawn by the corpse, she controlled her fear and her disgust and approached slowly. Nearer she came, and stranger she felt. She made out better and better the man's face. Although his facial features were bent and his eyes were rolled off, he was perfectly recognizable. Her head was spinning, she couldn't remember the way she reached here.

   She was alone. She was lost and irremediably alone.

   Behind the curtain, a man wearing bloodstained clothes was waiting for his new victim.

A~