Percy Bysshe Shelley's Frankenstein-Personal Narrative

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This is how it all started….

I woke up in a dark quiet car. Slowly I sat up and looked outside “Its night already?” I whispered and looked at my watch. “12 o’clock in the morning?” I wondered with a frown marring my face. “Huh……...we should have left a few hours ago?” I thought curiously, as a sudden realization hit me, as my family and friends; were still inside in one of our family friend's houses. I got out of the car; both hands tucked inside my jacket pockets, I started walking lazily across the lawn and towards the house.

“Hmm, it’s awfully quiet for a party” I mused; as I got closer to the seemingly silent house. “What the…….” I uneasily whispered I stopped right in front of the house, as I noticed there were no lights on and the main door was broadly open. I gazed at the seemingly cold, dark house; cold shudder trickled down my spine as if ice had replaced my spine. Glancing around fearfully I released a shuddering breath, and slowly without making any noise and went into the house.

I took small steps towards the dark hallway silent as a mouse I headed towards the living room door, I stopped moving. Breathing shallowly I looked …show more content…

I made it outside of the house across the lawn I was halfway away from the car when an ear-splitting scream tore out from my mouth as the creature tackled me down. I screamed and struggled helplessly under the creature's form. A repugnant smell came out as the creature opened its hideous mouth, the creature made a move to bite me. I frantically reached for my dad's bloodied keys and jammed it in its left eye. The creature released me from its grasp and let’s out an anguished, deafening cry as it clutched its injured, bleeding

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