A night in Haworth

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                A weird feeling which covered my whole body within seconds forced me to wake up with a start. I was sitting behind a curtain in this place taking the Brontë's house as a museum. I was there because of my class trip through the Northern part of England. Suddenly I remembered why I was hiding behind this curtain, I had wanted to take a nap because I felt tired. I got scared and jump out of my hideout. It was dark outside and the place was closed, they had forgotten me out here. I was lost in England with no one to contact, my pulse then started to increase incredibly quickly when suddenly I heard something near the entrance, it was my teacher and four of my classmates looking for me. I rushed toward them in tears. They asked me why I was not with them, I answered that I fainted and unluckily fell in a hidden spot. I was relieved that they eventually went looking for me but it was very short when, on our way back, we could not open the door anymore. We all looked at each other as if it was the action of one of us, the first thing we did was to reach our phone to called someone but none of us had a network in here, we then run across the house to find any other exit, but they were all locked, someone had locked us in this place. After we have searched through the place and have found no way out, we all met up in the kitchen.

 “Guess we’ll have to stay here for a while," said calmly Mr. Vermont, - “we may even have to sleep here, the guard must have closed the place thinking it was empty”

I could not figure out if he was serious by thinking the guard would have been here when the visits stop around 6 hours ago or if he was lying to reassure the other students and me.

“Let’s find a place where we could all sleep together” he added.

By the time a strong odor was beginning to be smell but we did what he said, we went looking for a place where we could all six sleep together. The most appropriate room for us was upstairs, it was written on a sign that it was “Branwell’s Bedroom”, one of the four Brontë’s child. There was all over the floor notes, more precisely poems and extracts, it was pretty hard to not stumble on anything, we then proceed to set our pseudonym camp for the night but while I was preparing my space I saw at the window some vivid movement of multiple small things as if it was insects. It was. There were hundreds of flies swinging around the garden, I had also that feeling that the odor was getting stronger since the meeting in the kitchen. I thought it wasn't that important to warn others so I just went sleeping. I slept for about two hours when suddenly I was not able to sleep anymore, the smelling had increased again and it was beginning to be impossible to bear, after a few seconds I remarked that Mr. Vermont was not sleeping as well, he was seated on this desk of that named Branwell. He was thinking so deeply that he had not noticed my presence, he looked worried about the situation. My classmates also did not take too long to wake up because of the smell. Outside, the flies had tenfold their numbers, we could felt this heavy atmosphere around us as if we were going to be in trouble and immediately after we heard a noise downstairs, our teacher then put himself in front of us and began to go down the stairs, the back door which leads to the garden was wide open, there was someone standing in the middle of the garden with the flies flying around him. There was like a sort of quake under us as if something was trying to get out. That person began to walk toward us and dozens, no, hundreds of people were getting out of the ground around him, there were corpses. Mr. Vermont told us that the face of the person going toward us was similar to him, he then affirmed that it was Branwell. The body in the decomposition of Branwell was heading toward us. We then all began to recognize some faces of the people behind him, it was our parents, our friends, ourselves. The guy on my right began to panic grossly, we were all in the same situation, all those bodies were rushing to us. I closed my eyes, the noise around me ceased, there was like a warm feeling in me. After a few minutes, when I began to doubt the fact that I die, I open my eyes again, I was back in the place where I was seated at the beginning behind the curtain, after I got up I pulled that curtain and It was sunny outside, all of my classmates were here as well as my teacher Mr. Vermont, all of this was just a dream. When I went downstairs I looked through the back door, the one which opened to the garden, and there, there  real flies were going around, I felt this same sensation back in my supposedly. All those flies were swinging nervously around as if they were overexcited for something. Was I dreaming? Had I mixed my past dream with the reality? Could it be possible that it was possible? All those questions were hustling in my head while my fear was increasing. In a panic, I took the front door and left the museum. I have never heard of it since.

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