The Brass Knob Alternate Ending

1244 Words3 Pages

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

Open Document