I heard the front door shut with a thud as Maxim departed for London. As I wandered aimlessly around Manderley, I had the sudden calling to enter the West Wing. The hot summer air draped across me like a wool blanket, suffocating me with every labored breath. Every step felt forced and heavy as I approached that door. I felt as if I was being controlled by someone else, merely acting as his puppet. The brass knob was as cold as ice despite the warmth surrounding me. The knob turned effortlessly as the urge to invade Rebecca’s territory became stronger and stronger. After entering, I suddenly felt faint and the dreaded black spots returned once more. I perched myself at the dressing table. The memories of the room flooded my mind like a tsunami …show more content…
I decided to leave the room to go for my dinner. I walked over to the brass knob. I noticed that the shine had only been dampened by the fingerprints of Mrs. Danvers. When I went to turn the lock, it stopped. I was trapped in Rebecca’s room. The smell of smoke danced in my nose and the air seeping in from underneath the door was grey. I tried the lock again as a final act of hope, but the knob would not turn. I could feel my eyes burning as the smoke started to fill the room. I felt the door with the back of my hand. The heat bled through the wooded layers and burned my hand, leaving a bright pink mark. I ran toward the cabinets in the bathroom and flailed around for minutes until I found a few rags to keep more smoke from coming in. I wet them down and took a deep breath. To my surprise, my nostrils filled with the scent of the happy valley. My eyes started to water, in part because of the smoke, but also because I knew that my memories would always be tainted by Rebecca’s presence. Though they were just memories, they hurt just as much as …show more content…
The flames consumed everything within ten feet of the remains of the door frame. As I peeked through the empty hole in the wall, I saw a dark figure float to the stairs as if it was being carried by the wind. The only person who would stay in the burning west wing was Danvers. Anger boiled in my soul, knowing that she set the wing on fire. This was her last mission to complete for Rebecca. I threw the wet rags into the flames and they slowly turned into a pile of ash. The flames were nearing me and I knew it would soon be over. I looked around the room and noticed that the windows were wide open, inviting me like they had in the past. Either way Rebecca would win, but if I jumped, so would Mrs. Danvers. With a heavy heart, I chose to stay inside the burning
2. “Oh yes. Without the fire we can’t be rescued. So we must stay by the fire and make smoke.” (156).
In Mary Downing Hahn’s “The Ghost of Crutchfield Hall,” Downing Hahn shows that sometimes the best of people who deserve the best end up getting the worst. In this companion book, you will see the difference between the two main characters; Sophia and Florence. You will also find out about the setting and what dangers can go on at Crutchfield Hall. You will see what something in the book symbolizes, including the cat and the mice, and the cold. I will show you Sophia’s mind and her thoughts, and what she is planning on doing, more about her death, and possibilities of what could’ve happened.
The fire gets Macey interested in a fire that happened years ago, where a man was thought to have been burned alive in it. For a h...
In Ray Bradbury’s story, there are two main characters, the house, the protagonist, and the fire, the antagonist. Although the house and the fire are never specifically mentioned as the main characters, it is heavily implied. The house is described as being cautious “Who goes there? What’s the password?” (Bradbury). Throughout the story, the reader can see that house his alone and in the absence of its dwellers it precariously performs its daily routines. The house is seen as the protagonist while the fire is seen as the antagonist. The fire is described as “licking, eating, under the kitchen door” (Bradbury). In the story, the fire is relentless; it continues to burn the house, exposing the very skeleton of the house all the while the house is screaming “Help, help! Fire! Run, run” (Bradbury). In the story, the fire eventually wins the battle, it destroys the house. Ray Bradbury uses this character development to give his audience a hero and a villain. The epic fight that the house and the fire engage in gives normally inanimate objects a character that pulls the reader into the
The third paragraph describes how the house looks and how things have changed that may suggest she is lurking around. " He had left the candle burning the bedchamber…now, there was no light in it…the house door…he remembered to have closed it…he found it open…" This frightens the reader into thinking that Rebecca could have turned out the light so that she can lurk in the dark waiting for him or she could have left the house in search of him. In the final paragraph Wilkie Collins begins to use the dashes again to break up the sentences.
'Daylight began to forsake the red-room; it was past four o'clock and the beclouded afternoon was tending to drear twilight. I heard the rain still beating continuously on the staircase window, and the wind howling in the grove behind the hall; I grew by degrees cold as stone, and then my courage sank'1
The fire grew large and had almost spread to the Finch and Haverford households, but the fire was controlled before it could. Whilst the fire was ongoing, many people rushed into the burning house to retrieve various items for Ms. Atkinson, but one of these people had been trapped in the inferno;
Wesley quickly lit the match, before she could bleed out, and she ran into their room, which she had poured gasoline in the night before. You couldn't smell a difference, due to all the perfume and other wretched
The heavy door seemed like a prison door that was meant to keep inmates inside. The Nurse on the other hand who was attending the visitor’s desk was dressed in a white uniform. She was as cold in her reception, similar to the day that was cold outside. Marian does not tell the nurse her true intentions of being there except that she was a campfire girl wanting to visit some old lady. When asked by the nurse in a manly voice “Acquainted with any of our residents?” (122), Marian nervously pushing her hair behind and stammers “With any old ladies? No – but – that is, any of them will do”. (122) showing that the both of them were really not concerned about the
Jane was going to ask Mrs. Fairfax about the sounds she was hearing but then she heard a door. She also began to smell smoke and she sees that Mr. Rochester’s door is open. The curtains around his bed are on fire and he’s fast asleep. Jane tries to wake him but the smoke has kept him in a d...
I thought no more of Grace Poole or the laugh; in an instant, I was within the chamber. Tongues of flame darted round the bed; the curtains were on fire. In the midst of the blaze and vapour, Mr. Rochester lay stretched motionless, in deep sleep.” Jane tried to wake him, but he lay there, so she threw a bucket of water on him. Bertha tried to take away the only man she loved and cared about.... ...
As she lives in the house of Rebecca she is forced to learn the things about her. The more she discovers things about Rebecca, the stronger the feeling of haunting becomes. She can not fight with her. She constantly feels that she should display the same habits with Rebecca such as using the morning-room after breakfast, writing letters, preference of the menu for the meals in order to be accepted by the servants. By doing so, she gets more and more captured. She is totally seized by the past. Even though she is in the present she keeps going back to the past, she is unable to dismiss the effect of it.
During her isolation, the narrator becomes interested in why it was there and begins to believe it affects her directly. At first, she hates the wallpaper and understands why the residents before would tear it up in the room. She describes the paper looking at her and mocking her feelings, “This paper looks to me as if it knew what a vicious influence it had.” (382). Suddenly her interest changes and becomes very fond of the wallpaper because she continues to dissect the pattern it creates. She spends hours on hours just following it until she finds a “some sort of conclusion” (384) as if the pattern could speak to her. After becoming so obsessed with the pattern her mental state begins to dwindle again, and one night she wakes up stands up and sees a figure in the wallpaper from the moonlight. This figure was of a woman a shadowy looking woman, which is actually the narrator’s own shadow. At this time, she has become so unstable that she believes there is a woman trapped inside the wallpaper. The woman begins coming out during the day, creeping around the narrator inside the house and outside. On the last day of her stay, the narrator believes she can save the woman in her prison, pulling and shaking the wallpaper off with help (she believes) from the shadowy woman. While the narrator locks herself in the room, believing she can do whatever she pleases “It is so pleasant to
I saw her powder her nose. When she finished, she closed the box, stood up again, and walked over to the lamp once more, saying: "I'm afraid that someone is dreaming about this room and revealing my secrets." And over the flame she held the same long and tremulous hand that she had been warming before sitting down at the mirror. And she said: "You don't feel the cold." And I said to her: "Sometimes." And she said to me: "You must feel it now." And then I understood why I couldn't have been alone in the seat.
One of the factors which made the fire quickly rage was the strong wind. The fire spread far up to Steele-yard, then to the White Hall, and up to the king’s closet in the Chappell. People living in the city tried to endeavor with their property. They loaded goods to save; especially extraordinary goods were carried in their carts and on their backs. There were sick patients carried in beds here and there.