Creative Short Story: Gothic Genre

Essay by microstuffedHigh School, 11th gradeB+, February 2007

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It was Christmas and I was driving along the highway to visit my parents at Aspen. There was not a car in sight and it was slightly snowing. Within an hour or so the snow turned into a blizzard and the ice poured down like plague of descending locusts. The snow was becoming too thick to drive through let alone see. All of a sudden my car stopped. I forgot to add anti-freeze to my engine fuel! I panicked. I got out of my car and started running aimlessly hoping to outrun the blizzard. Within a few minutes I was exhausted and was freezing from the cold. I hopelessly collapsed on the ground.

When I woke up I found myself in a bed inside a giant dark room. The whole room seemed to be made of stone and was lit by candlelights and looking straight at me was a giant Negro man in a tuxedo.

He calmed me down and told me that he found me collapsed on the ground and carried me to his home. I looked around the room. It was adorned with all sorts of strange objects but the main focus of the room was a giant glass shelf with incredibly detailed, almost life-like dolls propped up along its rows. The Negro man noticed me observe these dolls and he told me

"Those dolls are my friends. The one on the right is Katie. She was my best friend. We saw a movie together but now you are here, you are my new best friend!"

I was quite startled by that statement so I told the strange Negro I was feeling better and I stood up to leave but then I noticed one of the dolls had disappeared from the glass shelf and repositioned itself on the...