Писалось в качестве д/з по английскому на 3ем курсе.
The branches of the apple tree scraped the window, casting craggy shadows on the moonlit wall by my bed. But there were other noises, strange, half-human moans... I stared at the ceiling trying to calm myself after the nightmare and trying to make myself believe that it was only the rain outside. But it was not. Something was squeaking and rustling inside the house, the steps of the staircase were creaking making the house somewhere on the border of this real world and another, mysterious one... Suddenly I heard loud creak of the steps on the staircase – somebody was going downstairs. I knew this peculiarity of our stairs – they were creaking only when you went downstairs, in case of upward movement they made no sound. Then the door shut loudly with a terrifying sound and I nearly jumped up on my bed. Now I really was afraid, almost terrified. I listened to the silence on the floor – that's right, everybody was having a sound sleep and only the snore of my second uncle spoiled this perfect silence... My vivid imagination with the help of horror computer games I liked to play had already painted me the picture of myself against some ugly appalling and eerie monster... The picture broke to pieces by another, loud shut of the kitchen door (it tended to stick that's why the sound of shutting was like split into 2 parts). The tension grew and, unable to sit motionless, I jumped from my bed to the floor, seized my torch and a big candlestick and tip-toed to the staircase landing. There I stood motionless like a real ghost in my white nightgown for a couple of minutes listening to the sounds of the house. It seemed to be a real moaning creature... Some rustle came from the kitchen. I plucked up my courage and pushed by my curiosity I tip-toed downstairs and stopped near the kitchen door. Heavy rustling steps approached the door on the other side. I knew what to do (I had seen it so many times in films and computer games). I pushed the kitchen door and jumped into the room shouting "Freeze!" and holding my candlestick as a stick. A loud shout answered mine...
- Listen! – my brother shadowed his eyes with his hand. – If I'm hungry and I'm emptying the fridge at night it does not mean that you can jump in here like this and scare the living daylights out of me!!! Look what you've done!!! – my brother pointed to a huge submarine sandwich lying on the floor. – You've deprived me of my midnight supper, dear sister!
I burst out laughing...
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