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a night upon the hill

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Ok, I know this starts out cheesy with the whole “Dark and stormy night” thing, but it was just a joke at first I was typing out on an old type writer for fun until I got into it and really started typing a whole short story.  So even though it starts the way it does, I hope you enjoy.

     It was a dark and stormy night.  All the lights were off in the house… all but one.  A candle burned from deep within the study room.  It sat on a desk and was almost burned down to the bottom.
     A shadow like figure loomed outside. As the rain poured down, it beat out the sound of his own footsteps as he walked.  The shadow approached the lonely rundown house.  Was he looking for shelter from the rain? Or perhaps, he was looking for his next victim!
     The door creaked as it opened.  The empty halls held no light or signs of life other than the spider hanging from cobwebs on the wall. The sound of his heavy boots seemed to pound on the old wooden floor, and his breath from deep within his lungs was heavy.  Barley enough light shined through from the barely moonless light to see clearly.  The weak floor almost seemed to give with every step he took as he made his way down the hall to the only room that revealed any light.
     From under the door, the soft candle light glowed, almost as if it were dancing on the other side.  As the knob was turned, the door popped open with a squeak and scraped the floor as it was swung wide.
     Muddy boots were kicked off onto the scratched old floor and the soggy coat thrown over the rickety wooden chair. With a rough and worn down old hand, the man picked the nearly burned out candle revealing himself to be and older man.  The shadows swayed across his face, defining every wrinkle.
     With a shallow breath, he blew out what was left of the dying flame.  The day was at its end and the last of the old flame had fallen victim to the last breath.
     Now atop an old hill sat an old house with no flame to show any life within the lonely study. All that was now known was the mist of rain and a lonely flash of lightning.
I had to have typed this out about a year ago or somewhere in there.  I have my grandparent's old type writer that looks kind of like this Allen Amanda Final Type Writer by twins6292
I'm still having a hard time figuring out what to type for part 2 of my Devil Ears story, so i figured i'd grab the paper i had typed on and type it up here.  like i said, it starts out as a joke, but i really got into it and i liked what i typed on paper, so i just thought i'd put it here for yall.  i hope you enjoy it.
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AvalancheSyndrome's avatar
You're amazing at detail. I could see every part of the scene so vividly