Personal Horror Story

Just after Christmas two years ago Jack and Liza suddenly decided to go somewhere for New Year. They didn't really want to stay in a hotel with crowds of people and they were so delighted when they saw an advertisement in The Sunday Times for a holiday flat in village near Oxford. It was no ordinary flat. However, it was on the top floor of an old Elizabethan mansion. They inmediately booked it, and on New Year's Eve they set off in the car. Although it was raining heavily and freezing cold, they were happy and excited.

They had been driving for nearly three hours when they finally saw the house in the distance. It looked incredibly magnificent with tall chimneys and a long, wide drive. They drove up to the house, went up the steps to the huge front door and knocked loudly. Nothing happened. They knocked again more loudly. Eventually the door opened slowly and a small, wild-looking old lady stood there.

The old lady was wearing a tight low neckline red dress. In one hand she was carrying a large glass of whisky and vodka. The house was absolutely dark. The old lady led Jack and Liza slowly up to the bedroom. There were two huge dogs growling menacingly near the room's door. When they saw the room they couldn't believe their eyes because there were Zulma Lovato and Samara Morgan drinking tea. They hurriedly tried to scaped and fell through the window.

When they got outside again the rain had turned to snow. They ran to the car, laughing hysterically. They felt that they had been released from a prison and now they desperately wanted to be with lots of people. They fortunately drove quickly to the next village and just as midnight was striking they found a hotel with a room for the night. "Happy New Year!" cried Jack, as he kissed warmly the surprised receptionist on both cheeks. "You have no idea how beautiful your hotel is!"