The kids attending Mrs. Harrison Institute had always been intrigued about what there was behind the locked door at the end of the corridor of the third floor. Nobody knew it for sure but there were lots of rumours which, like ghosts, haunted the students, scaring them to death. “It’s the door to hell,” they would whisper with a thrill. “No, Mrs. Harrison’s evil twin sister lives there!” others would claim. No matter what version of the story you were told, if there was something you could be sure about was that something mysterious and frightening was hidden behind that door.
Nevertheless, nothing seemed to scare little Jack, a 10-year-old student, who one day woke up full of courage and decided to put an end to all those rumours. It was a cold, cloudy Monday morning and he had planned to do something different during the 10.30 A.M. break. So, as soon as the bell rang, he trekked up the stairs to the third floor. The corridor was completely dark, except for the little light bulb hanging from the ceiling right in front of the locked door.
He took a deep breath and marched through the hallway, glaring at the door and very confident of himself. When he got to the door he was hesitant about what to do next but his inquisitive spirit led him to clutch the handle, pull it downwards with all his strength and push the door with his body, willing to break into the room. But that amount of energy would not have been necessary if little Jack had known that the door was unlocked that day, and he would have prevented the bump that was then growing in his head as a result of hitting the floor.
Nevertheless, nothing seemed to scare little Jack, a 10-year-old student, who one day woke up full of courage and decided to put an end to all those rumours. It was a cold, cloudy Monday morning and he had planned to do something different during the 10.30 A.M. break. So, as soon as the bell rang, he trekked up the stairs to the third floor. The corridor was completely dark, except for the little light bulb hanging from the ceiling right in front of the locked door.
He took a deep breath and marched through the hallway, glaring at the door and very confident of himself. When he got to the door he was hesitant about what to do next but his inquisitive spirit led him to clutch the handle, pull it downwards with all his strength and push the door with his body, willing to break into the room. But that amount of energy would not have been necessary if little Jack had known that the door was unlocked that day, and he would have prevented the bump that was then growing in his head as a result of hitting the floor.
While rubbing his head to ease the pain he examined the room: it was EMPTY. Yes, empty; except for a piece of paper attached to the wall by a nail. He got closer to it and after reading it, he ran away as if he had seen the devil. The paper had something written on it: “Little Jack, I knew you were going to come so I hid Kitty, the dragon, somewhere else. Next time, she’ll be glad to give you a very warm welcome. You may have heard that curiosity killed the cat. Watch out.”
Tuve que escribir una historia para Lengua I y como me gustó la publico, cuando la tenga corregida la edito :P
Tuve que escribir una historia para Lengua I y como me gustó la publico, cuando la tenga corregida la edito :P
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