The Cellar - Original Writing

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The Cellar - Original Writing

During one boring December afternoon, I decided to wrap some of my

Christmas presents. I found everything I needed, except for the

wrapping paper and I soon came to the conclusion that it must have

been placed in the cellar when I had recently moved. Eager to get the

wrapping paper, I made my way to the cellar. What happened next I will

never forget:

I reached the bottom stair, and squinted my eyes to try and get

accustomed to the darkness that enveloped the room. I tenderly reached

out and flicked the light switch. It was just as I had thought, the

light didn't work. There must have been a fault with the wire. I

looked back, the hall light casting a thin beam down the stairs. It

would take me too long to venture back, so I hesitantly departed from

the only strand of remaining light and entered the dark void.

I edged my way down the columns of ageing books, which had

deteriorated from the dampness that seemed to suffocate me and press

down heavily on my lungs. As I walked down the aisles, I felt

something compress under my left heel on my boot. Unable to see what I

had stepped in, I crouched down and inspected the pulpy mush.

Screaming I stood up. It was a hairy ball, which had a long slimy

leathery tail. It could only be one thing. A rat! Terrified to go any

further, I turned to go back upstairs where I could retrieve a lamp

and be able to see further than my nose. But, as I spun around, my

elbow caught the rotting pile of books and before I could move

anywhere, the pile fell down and blocked my only known way of exit. I

was trapped! The books, having just been disturbed sent out billows of

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... jammed shut. Deciding that it was a matter of getting out now or

trying to find another way, which could take ages, I grabbed the

nearest thing possible. It was an old rusted candlestick, which I

thought I had thrown away years ago. My heart pounding, I threw the

candlestick as hard as I could possibly try at the window.

Smash! The glass shattered all over the lawn outside, the candlestick

bouncing away and rolling under a nearby bush. I hurriedly scrambled

out of the windows opening, being careful that I didn't cut myself on

the shards of glass that remained in the window. Breathing heavily, I

passed over the freshly cut lawn, my bare feet getting tickled by the

short strands of grass and crept up my front porch. Back in my house,

I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked around at my familiar

surroundings. I was safe.

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