Novel & Cerita Nell Haunting Of Hill House

“It’s just through here.” Swinging open the door, Kate stepped aside, allowing Georgia to slowly shuffle into the spare bedroom. Red, swollen eyes drifted around the room, taking in the fluffy, black comforter thrown atop the twin bed, the antique lamp inherited from Kate’s grandmother centered on the mahogany nightstand and the small, hexagonal mirrors positioned above the gray headboard. Chewing her lower lip, Georgia stepped toward the neatly-organized bookshelf nestled in the corner, a pink acrylic nail brushing along the spine of one of the books. “The Haunting of Hill House,” she mumbled, nodding her head in approval. “Like the show?”

It is already night and we are still here on top of the hills where we spent the whole afternoon. I look at the whole area from where we are standing. Leaves from big tress are dancing and falling to the grass, and wild flowers can be seen almost everywhere. This is hill is supposed to be haunted, and many who tried to come here got lost. It is said that a lady of memory dwells here and cast a curse on everyone who enters her territory- making them never to be seen again.

A laugh, hers, low and echoing through the pitch-black. And from the silence, her whisper slithered up the staircase, cold enough to freeze my blood: “Tonight, Lena… the Carter house takes its final offering.” The lights are gone, the house is plunged into blackness, and Mrs. Hills declares Lena as the Carter house’s “final offering.”

Mom didn’t have to let David win, either, because he had surprisingly fast reflexes for a little kid. Nana lived in a big old house at the top of the only hill in Smiths Hollow. It was the oldest house in the town, Nana told her once. Lauren liked it because she could see almost all of Smiths Hollow from there. The ghost tree looked like it was waving to her from the woods when she stood on Nana’s porch, like it was watching the house for a secret signal. Damn, Lauren thought, suddenly remembering Miranda’s phone call. I was supposed to meet Miranda after lunch.

The air in this neighborhood was different—it was heavy, filtered through layers of judgment and "blessings" that felt like hexes. For forty-eight hours, I had been a ghost in my own cousin’s house, pacing the floorboards like a caged wolf. I knew Aria was watching me. I knew Damon was waiting for me to slip up. But mostly, I knew that just thirty feet away, Lynn was being dismantled. Henna had gone full medieval. The "HELP" sign in the window had been the last spark before the blackout. Since then, the curtains in Lynn’s room hadn't moved. No gardening. No glimpses of her at the mailbox. Just a silent brick fortress.

Carl made his way onto a chair before placing his neck into the loop and kicked the chair away. The neighbors only discovered something was amiss within the Hill family’s villa seven days later. By then, the corpses of Carl and Chris were already stinking and rotting badly. *** In the evening, Tyr Summers prepared a feast on his own. Tyr’s mother-in-law, Helen Cole, had not been in a good mood all afternoon. She had locked herself in the room when it was time to make dinner. Nobody knew why she was in such a bad mood. “Dad, what’s wrong with Mom?”

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

“Well, Billy Johnson of 802 Fairmount Street, the big white house with blue shutters and an oak tree out front . . . All you really need to know about me is that I have sharp teeth. Sharp teeth and a taste for blood. Look out for me under your bed. And if I’m not there . . . check under your mother’s!” He leered and cackled, and I felt the skin on the back of my neck crawl then melt in a wave of cold sweat. I watched the rest of the tapes like that, fast forwarding through the movies to see the parts he had filmed. In thirteen episodes, I spotted six girls that were in the files and two that weren’t. The last tape didn’t have a movie listed, only a date.

And now, all I know is I'm going to do everything I can to find her. I probably look like some kind of stalker, staring at the house from my car. It might be better if I pull into the long driveway. The house and surrounding property is large and it looks completely different during the day; more approachable. At night, even the white wood siding seems to take on a different hue. It's as if the house has a mind of its own. I still can't explain what happened the other night when Nick, Paul, and I snuck in. We've come here at least a half dozen times and nothing like that has ever happened before. I even reminded them of it but it was no use, they're both convinced this place is haunted. They

1. After the thunderbolt struck the villa, it vanished. It pierced through the entire villa and landed in the basement of the third underground floor, right on Hansen. When the thunderbolt struck the golden light, it erupted into a massive wave, shaking the entire villa as if an earthquake had occurred. A strong airflow erupted in all directions, with Hansen at the center, blowing Chad into the wall. Landry stopped his car as he was leaving One Green Hills Manor. He got out of the car and looked toward the manor, only to find the mountaintop obscured by dark clouds.