“Where are your mother and father?” Mr. McClean asked. Wendy and Peter looked at each other. They seemed to be communicating with their eyes, one asking a question and the other answering. Suddenly, Wendy and Peter faced Mr. McClean with an uncanny expression. “Father and Mother requested us to inform you that they urge you to stay a little bit longer because they had found something. Father urgently wants you to come and take a look at it.” Peter replied. “Hmmm, we really should get going though, but where are they?” Mr. McClean asked. “Peter, go and get some tea for us. I’m parched, and I bet Mother and Father are too.” Wendy commanded, ignoring Mr. McClean’s question. Peter dashed off to set up the tea and Wendy beckoned for Mr. McClean to follow her. She led the way in silence, striding down the hall. The energy-saving lights flickered on one by one as they walked further down the hall. The dim light cast an eerie glow throughout the hall, causing it to look endless. The natural sunlight was obscured by the thick curtains that were tightly covering the windows. Wendy’s footsteps reverberated against the floor with malevolent thumps. She stopped at the door at the end of the hall and her head turned as she pushed open the innately carved doors. Mr. McClean reeled as he saw the natural malicious darkening of her eyes and the wicked smirk on her lips. What surprised him even more was how easy the expression appeared on her face and the striking contrast between the false expression she wore earlier. In a flash, her expression reverted back to the original, but with one prominent difference. Her eyes, which had been clouded over before, were now brimming with delightedness, almost hysterically, as she turned towar... ... middle of paper ... ...riously looking at him. Just then, he heard the grim click of a key locking the door. Scrambling back towards the door, he yanked and shoved on it, frantically pleading out to whoever was listening, “No, let me out! Open this door, please, this must be a mistake!” “Mr. McClean,” Wendy stated loudly, “this is no mistake. Mother and Father want to meet you now.” Ignoring Mr.McClean’s desperate pleads, she cast a pernicious grin towards the door and announced, “I sincerely wish you a safe trip.” With that, Wendy turned and strolled down the hall, hearing the sound of Mr. McClean’s knees crashing onto the ground with a thump, his hands swinging against the door with a whack. Suddenly, a tense silence filled the hall, electrifying the atmosphere, and then, Wendy listened to Mr. McClean’s petrifying screams and the lions intimidating roars with satisfaction and glee.
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.
Usually, their home is silent, but when one day the narrator suddenly hears something inside another part of the house, the siblings escape to a smaller section, locked behind a solid oak door. In the intervening days, they become frightened and solemn; on the one hand noting that there is less housecleaning, but regretting that the interlopers have prevented them from retrieving many of their personal belongings. All the while, they can occasionally hear noises from the other
Zeena's empty rocking-chair stood facing him. Mattie rose obediently, and seated herself in it. As her young brown head detached itself against the patch-work cushion that habitually framed his wife's gaunt countenance, Ethan had a momentary shock. It was almost as if the other face, the face of the superseded woman, had obliterated that of the intruder.
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
It was a cold, dismal night. Mary was tired.” Furthermore, the author successfully aroused a sense of curiosity and concern within the reader through the explicitly vivid description of Mary’s fear and agitation towards the mysterious man. One prominent example of this was, “Mary screamed and fell inside the door. Panting like an animal, she cast around for something to defend herself with.
After George had turned off the house, the kids began to wish dark and gruesome insults if the house wasn’t turned back on. These insults pressured George to turn the house back on and the children praised him. After this, the kids ran into the nursery, which has changed to Hawaii, and stayed there all night. In the morning, George called Peter and Wendy to the kitchen for breakfast but there was no response. George called the kids again but no answer again. This began to worry George and he called out to Lydia. Once again there was no answer and George become even more worried. George ran into the nursery and found the three of them in Hawaii having breakfast. With this discovery, George was relieved and sat with his family for breakfast.
Ralph heard the night watchman call lights out. The moon gleaming in the window was the only source of light within Ralph’s room now. Even in the dim light he could make out the sink and toilet. The room was padded, and the door had a glass window that reflected fluorescent light into the room. The combination of the artificial and natural light created a faint glimmer upon the mirror that hung above the sink.
When he arrived at the home the servant who took his hoarse and directed him to the room that Mr. Usher was in greeted him. Inside the house was also very ornate, but it to had also been left alone for to long. The entire house had a gloomy atmosphere that would put a chill down most people’s spines. When he entered the room his friend was staying in he was warmly welcomed. He could not believe the changes that his dear childhood friend had endured.
“The Veldt” by Ray Bradbury deals with some of the same fundamental problems that we are now encountering in this modern day and age, such as the breakdown of family relationships due to technology. Ray Bradbury is an American writer who lived from 1920 to 2012 (Paradowski). Written in 1950, “The Veldt” is even more relevant to today than it was then. The fundamental issue, as Marcelene Cox said, “Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of children that they miss the glory of parenthood, just as the grandeur of the trees is lost when raking leaves.” Technology creating dysfunctional families is an ever increasing problem. In the story, the Hadley family lives in a house that is entirely composed of machines. A major facet of the house is the nursery, where the childrens’ imagination becomes a land they can play in. When the parents become worried about their childrens’ violent imagination, as shown with their fascination with the African veldt, the children kill them to prevent them from turning it off. Ray Bradbury develops his theme that technology can break up families in his short story "The Veldt" through the use of foreshadowing, symbolism, and metaphor.
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