A sweeping light beam stays projecting oval grayish yellow on the walls. Everything was silent, all you heard was the echo of his footsteps. They walked in line fearful, feeling the throb of the heart racing, breathing the fear that enveloped all who ventured into the old house .
was a bright afternoon in early spring. Four boys, mischievous like all kids, trickled running through the rusty gate. Agile leaping like deer in the grass of the abandoned gardens, rose in crowds the stairs to the door of the house. There, taking advantage of its small size, like lizards were introduced by the broken door. Inside It was dark, the windows had been boarded up. Hurried and restless tossing rose pants while the only lighted lantern. Its flickering light was showing them empty inside, while outside the clouds were closing in on the house. The day suddenly became night.
light swept from left to right the blackness of the hall in front of them discovering a grand staircase that opened into the first break to both sides before disappearing. Decided to leave the top for later and began to recognize the ground floor. To the right a wide entrance, which had no doors, giving access to the lounge. There was nothing. Four moisture-blackened walls, large windows covered with bricks and a chimney. Some talked about leaving and there, and the echo of your voice bouncing spread to all corners of the house. But his colleagues ignored him and called him chicken, but they too legs were shaking. All the rooms were empty, no furniture, I had taken everything, even the doors. Surely he was taken to sell, or campfire to warm in the winter. It was common for strangers loitering or individuals to seek shelter inside, but never spent much time there, usually arriving in the afternoon and the next day were gone, should leave morning, travelers.
found not expect much emptiness, there was nothing but broken glass, tinted walls and silence. A silence broken by four breathing hard. Do not delay, were in a hurry to get out and tell your friends the feat, they had a plant. They went up the double staircase. Holding the rose slowly to the railing on both feet, the creaking wooden steps and came to a passage in that light his way through the shutters at both ends leaving everything shrouded in darkness. When his eyes adjusted, they were surprised to glimpse at one end the only room that seemed to keep a door. Approached. Was closed. Turning the knob will not push it took, struck inward, inviting them to enter. The flashlight illuminated a clean room discovered on their way the only furniture in the house: a wooden horse, a wardrobe, a neatly made bed, a table on which stood a small lamp, a picture frame with a picture of a child and a girl, a library with their books, and in the opposite corner, a desk and a blackboard. At last something to browse. They opened the closet door full of outdated clothes as a child, and who carried the torch set his sight on the board of the fund. It was just before the lights went out and remain in total darkness while the bedroom door slammed shut. The last thing I saw his eyes was that blackboard on which were written their names.
was a bright afternoon in early spring. Four boys, mischievous like all kids, trickled running through the rusty gate. Agile leaping like deer in the grass of the abandoned gardens, rose in crowds the stairs to the door of the house. There, taking advantage of its small size, like lizards were introduced by the broken door. Inside It was dark, the windows had been boarded up. Hurried and restless tossing rose pants while the only lighted lantern. Its flickering light was showing them empty inside, while outside the clouds were closing in on the house. The day suddenly became night.
light swept from left to right the blackness of the hall in front of them discovering a grand staircase that opened into the first break to both sides before disappearing. Decided to leave the top for later and began to recognize the ground floor. To the right a wide entrance, which had no doors, giving access to the lounge. There was nothing. Four moisture-blackened walls, large windows covered with bricks and a chimney. Some talked about leaving and there, and the echo of your voice bouncing spread to all corners of the house. But his colleagues ignored him and called him chicken, but they too legs were shaking. All the rooms were empty, no furniture, I had taken everything, even the doors. Surely he was taken to sell, or campfire to warm in the winter. It was common for strangers loitering or individuals to seek shelter inside, but never spent much time there, usually arriving in the afternoon and the next day were gone, should leave morning, travelers.
found not expect much emptiness, there was nothing but broken glass, tinted walls and silence. A silence broken by four breathing hard. Do not delay, were in a hurry to get out and tell your friends the feat, they had a plant. They went up the double staircase. Holding the rose slowly to the railing on both feet, the creaking wooden steps and came to a passage in that light his way through the shutters at both ends leaving everything shrouded in darkness. When his eyes adjusted, they were surprised to glimpse at one end the only room that seemed to keep a door. Approached. Was closed. Turning the knob will not push it took, struck inward, inviting them to enter. The flashlight illuminated a clean room discovered on their way the only furniture in the house: a wooden horse, a wardrobe, a neatly made bed, a table on which stood a small lamp, a picture frame with a picture of a child and a girl, a library with their books, and in the opposite corner, a desk and a blackboard. At last something to browse. They opened the closet door full of outdated clothes as a child, and who carried the torch set his sight on the board of the fund. It was just before the lights went out and remain in total darkness while the bedroom door slammed shut. The last thing I saw his eyes was that blackboard on which were written their names.
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