NO! I don’t want to go! Let go of me, I don’t want to! “Well you have to and I’m not leaving you here! Trust me it’s a nice neighborhood and you’ll meet a lot of new friends. Now get in the car we’re going!” I didn’t want to move my little neighborhood I’ve known everyone in it since I was small, and this new place seemed so creepy. It was a long drive through the rain but we finally arrived at the house a little past midnight. It was a full moon and the clouds started to thin out, I had never seen the house before until now, it was so strange to me, it looked like it had a face it two huge windows for the eyes staring back at me. I had gotten the feeling that it didn’t want me there either. My mother was oblivious to the situation, “Wow doesn’t it look pretty at night” she said. I grabbed our bags and headed inside, it looked like it was going to rain again.
My mom went inside first, she tried to turn a light on but the electricity went out from the storm. “I don’t want to stay in here! I want to go back home lets go to a hotel or something, please!” “Its okay will just sleep in the living room tonight.” We gathered around the fireplace and lit a small fire. She fell asleep fairly quickly and I stayed awake, or tried to. I did fall asleep for just a minute until I realized where I was, there was no way I would be able to go to sleep not in a place like this, and of all the places it had to be my new house.
The Essay on Santiago Nasar House Place Market
Of all the places mentioned in the book, we chose some of the main places to describe and to explain their relation to the story. These places will be Santiago Nasar's place, Clotilde Armenta's store, Xius's house, and the main market place. Santiago lived in Plc ida Linero's house. This house was always barred from the inside and Santiago carried the keys to the back door of the house and this is ...
My eyes wondered around the room, darting across each corner. There! I heard something, it played over and over in my head so I could try and figure it out. It sounded like someone walking down the stairs towards the living room. There! Again! I know that’s what it is now my heart began to race I didn’t want to make a noise. It stopped, I quietly rolled over and nudged my mom “Mom, someone’s in the house, wake up.” She didn’t move, this time I started to shake her a little “ Mom really wake up” I rolled her over and started to cry, there was blood coming out of her mouth and her eyes and nose. I crawled to the other end of the room. The foot steps! There they are again! I tried to hide behind a small coach and held my breath so what ever it is wouldn’t hear me breathing. I rocked my self forward putting my head to the ground thinking how could this happen, but as my head hit the floor I made a terrible squeak, it was the floor board. I poked my head out hoping it didn’t hear me but I was too late.
A bloody hand grabbed me by the hair and tossed me across the floor. “OH MY GOD! Oh god, please don’t hurt me!” I was crying so heavily I couldn’t see, all I could make out was a large man walking towards me with knife. He grabbed me by the hair again and I screamed, he picked me up and started to cut into me starting from my chest. I was still alive thrashing and screaming and trying to fight back, until I saw my guts drop to the floor.
The next day everything seemed alright. I was back in my old house, old neighborhood, and old room. Everything seemed normal as I was looking around, telling myself,” hey it was a dream.” I had a sigh of relief and touched my chest, and to my surprise there were staples going down my whole chest and stomach, enclosing every detail I felt last night. I thought this was a dream, but now I’m not too sure.
