
ewigeruhe
Student
- Jun 26, 2022
- 112
Part One
I walked down the narrow path between the forest and the river that night. I was alone and the only noise cutting through the silence were my boots touching the snow covered ground. As i passed the next turn i heard a faint "eewww" "eewww". Wrestled so suddenly out of my thoughts, i stared into the forest in the direction, i thought it was coming from. The big old fir trees were waning in the breeze and occasionally a glimmer of moonlight breaking through the clouds reflected by their snow covered leafs danced between them. There it was, a big owl stared direct into my eyes it had deep brown feathers with black outlines. Somehow i felt an eerie connection with this recluse creature as i was standing there. Then out of nowhere it moved up and flew away and i think i saw it catching a small field mouse for a moment but maybe it was just my imagination. After i had shaken the serene spell i was under that moment, i continued to move on. It was not far away now and the thought of the abandoned manor got me excited.
There it was the former home of the Douglas family. Build in the old fashion with heavy bricks and the masterfull skills of the artisans of that time. The old rusted gate creaked loudly as it was opened, as it must have been the first time in decades it was moved. The outer walls of the estate were covered in moss and ivy and the once lovely garden looked rather like a jungle covered in snow. As i made my way to the front door i imagined how beautiful it must have been here in the good old days when the estate had still been maintained.
The inside of the building was as derelict as the exterior. There were small pools of brakish water on the floor that were fed from a myriad of small openings in the wind and rain battered roof. The wall paper was slowly detaching itself from the walls as if driven by it's own intend to leave this world. What remained of the furniture left behind by it's owners was decayed to unrecognizable masses of wood and iron. I walked down the massive hallway leading to the dining room, occasionally there were still some battered protraits scattered about depicting the long dead family members that once lived here.
This will do nicely i thought to myself as i observed the granit hewn hearth at the end of the room. I put my rucksack on the floor, took a few of the branches i had gathered outside, a bit of old newspaper and began to start a fire. After two to three unsuccessfull attmepts it stayed lit and slowly started to radiate a welcoming warmth into the otherwise cold and wet surroundings. I saw a comfortable looking leather chair in the left corner, moved it next to the fire and sat down letting out a sigh of relief. I took the small package of goat cheese, bread and sausage out of my rucksack and began to eat. To wash it down i had brought a bottle of 12 year old scotch that had cost me the last of my money. After a while it felt almost like home. The tranquilitiy of silence only disturbed by the crackling of the still wet branches every now and then. As it approached two past midnight i took the rope out of my rucksack and searched the ceiling for a fitting beam that was not as rotten as to break and thwart my inted. When i had decided which one to take i tied the rope around it as strong as i could manage and moved an old bookshelf beneath it.
Suddenly i felt a cool breeze touching my face and froze unable to think. After what felt like an eternity i sat down in the chair again and wondered what the hell was that?
Since i am a rational being it must have been coming from a crack in the walls i concluded and stood up again. I climbed upon the bookshelf tied the noose around my neck and kicked it away. The rope tightend and i passed out.
I felt a warm sensation on my right eyelid then moving on to my nose and i opened my eyes. Damn i thought that can't be true as i saw the sun shining though one of the big windows into my face. I had made sure everything would be fastened good enough and when i looked to the beam i had used it was still there, intact but the rope. The rope!
It was laying loose next to me as if thrown down. I sat there for a moment puzzled as to what had happened.
To be continued...
I walked down the narrow path between the forest and the river that night. I was alone and the only noise cutting through the silence were my boots touching the snow covered ground. As i passed the next turn i heard a faint "eewww" "eewww". Wrestled so suddenly out of my thoughts, i stared into the forest in the direction, i thought it was coming from. The big old fir trees were waning in the breeze and occasionally a glimmer of moonlight breaking through the clouds reflected by their snow covered leafs danced between them. There it was, a big owl stared direct into my eyes it had deep brown feathers with black outlines. Somehow i felt an eerie connection with this recluse creature as i was standing there. Then out of nowhere it moved up and flew away and i think i saw it catching a small field mouse for a moment but maybe it was just my imagination. After i had shaken the serene spell i was under that moment, i continued to move on. It was not far away now and the thought of the abandoned manor got me excited.
There it was the former home of the Douglas family. Build in the old fashion with heavy bricks and the masterfull skills of the artisans of that time. The old rusted gate creaked loudly as it was opened, as it must have been the first time in decades it was moved. The outer walls of the estate were covered in moss and ivy and the once lovely garden looked rather like a jungle covered in snow. As i made my way to the front door i imagined how beautiful it must have been here in the good old days when the estate had still been maintained.
The inside of the building was as derelict as the exterior. There were small pools of brakish water on the floor that were fed from a myriad of small openings in the wind and rain battered roof. The wall paper was slowly detaching itself from the walls as if driven by it's own intend to leave this world. What remained of the furniture left behind by it's owners was decayed to unrecognizable masses of wood and iron. I walked down the massive hallway leading to the dining room, occasionally there were still some battered protraits scattered about depicting the long dead family members that once lived here.
This will do nicely i thought to myself as i observed the granit hewn hearth at the end of the room. I put my rucksack on the floor, took a few of the branches i had gathered outside, a bit of old newspaper and began to start a fire. After two to three unsuccessfull attmepts it stayed lit and slowly started to radiate a welcoming warmth into the otherwise cold and wet surroundings. I saw a comfortable looking leather chair in the left corner, moved it next to the fire and sat down letting out a sigh of relief. I took the small package of goat cheese, bread and sausage out of my rucksack and began to eat. To wash it down i had brought a bottle of 12 year old scotch that had cost me the last of my money. After a while it felt almost like home. The tranquilitiy of silence only disturbed by the crackling of the still wet branches every now and then. As it approached two past midnight i took the rope out of my rucksack and searched the ceiling for a fitting beam that was not as rotten as to break and thwart my inted. When i had decided which one to take i tied the rope around it as strong as i could manage and moved an old bookshelf beneath it.
Suddenly i felt a cool breeze touching my face and froze unable to think. After what felt like an eternity i sat down in the chair again and wondered what the hell was that?
Since i am a rational being it must have been coming from a crack in the walls i concluded and stood up again. I climbed upon the bookshelf tied the noose around my neck and kicked it away. The rope tightend and i passed out.
I felt a warm sensation on my right eyelid then moving on to my nose and i opened my eyes. Damn i thought that can't be true as i saw the sun shining though one of the big windows into my face. I had made sure everything would be fastened good enough and when i looked to the beam i had used it was still there, intact but the rope. The rope!
It was laying loose next to me as if thrown down. I sat there for a moment puzzled as to what had happened.
To be continued...
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