A Short Story : A Story?

A seemingly ordinary young boy named Herman Mudgett was wandering the woods that surrounded Gilmanton, New Hampshire, when he discovered a house. He had not come across it before, so he decided to explore what was inside. The door was already open, and the condition of outside convinced him that no one was living in it. Herman first noticed an upstairs landing that overlooked most of the common area. The home looked as if no one had ever occupied it; the walls were white, but looked grey due to the overwhelming amount of dust, and it was almost empty. Herman decided to continue his tour upstairs. When he finally reached the second floor, he carefully looked over the unstable railing to observe the space from above, although it did not look much different from the lower view. Herman continued to wander the halls until he heard a loud thump in one of the bedrooms.

1. “It was the details of the building that gave him the most pleasure… There would be a large basement with hidden chambers and a subbasement for the permanent storage of sensitive material… He could hardly imagine the pleasure that would full his days when the building was finished and flesh-and-blood women moved among its features. As always, the thought aroused him” (67).

Upon opening the back door, Vasquez observed that there was just enough space to squeeze past the refrigerator blocking the exit. The air smelled of burned rubber and melted wires; a damp ash covered the ground, sticking to their boots. In the kitchen, Vasquez and Fogg discerned only smoke and heat damage—a sign that the fire had not originated there—and so they pushed deeper into the nine-hundred-and-seventy-five-square-foot building. A central corridor led past a utility room and the master bedroom, then past a small living room, on the left, and the children’s bedroom, on the right, ending at the front door, which opened onto the porch. Vasquez tried to take in everything, a process that he compared to entering one’s mother-in-law’s house for the first time: “I have the same curiosity.”

Where the colorless tiles ended, a dark carpeting started. He looked further right, to the wall beyond the flooring, seeing the silhouettes of several stacks of boxes and metal racks used to hold clothing. From there, he looked ahead the thirty-foot space to the far wall, the view showing him empty floor space from where he stood, its emptiness ending at the building’s right wall.

“This is fantastic,” Freddie, says ducking behind a barrel to avoid detection as a spotlight slowly passes by the alley entrance. Peeking from his hiding place, he notices the many shattered windows, missing bricks, and crumbling walls. With a long glance at the debris, the sound of gunshots startled him.

Surprisingly, the metal door smashed against the wall creating a boom. That is when the real battle

The air inside was still and silent, but each clop of his boots awoke noises. Piles of shoes lay near the door. A child’s toys were scattered on a faded carpet. Somewhere inside this house there was dope, and lots of it. Jervis could smell it.

“You mean the house that once belonged to Horst Brotzman, the brother of Arno and Stahlsebastian Brotzman, before he was forced to sell it for whatever reason?” wondered the Godmother. “Precisely, what is so special about this basement underneath this house you have mentioned to me

Again, Robert’s perceptiveness to space and his savvy instincts led him to looking beyond the hole in the floor in order to see the potential for a space that did not require a splitting of profits. In addition, Robert viewed a sign on another building—possibly while pondering ideas of a new space—that led him to obtaining information on the realtor needed to rent out a space that did not require sharing such a larger amount of their profit with which Robert was clearly not comfortable with. Therefore, their initial contact was no longer necessary as Robert circumvented her rental agreement in order to achieve their own arrangement for a space they could call their own. However, in order to acquire the space, Robert knew they needed a white

“Wow! Montana! That sounds interesting. Well, this room is the office, and as you can see rooms 1 through 10 are here.” she pointed. “You will find rooms 11 through 22 right in front of that huge building, the Pavilion, and rooms, 23, 24, and 25 are behind the Pavilion.” Ellie explained. Then she rattled off so much stuff, Maggie thought her head would explode!

“Naw, I’m good. Here,” I said as I reach inside my pocket and pull out a stock of hundreds.

“SO, there's no way he could hurt you.” I was starting to feel a little better now, some saliva came back, my sweat started to heat up, and my knees felt less like earthquakes. “If you go I know you’ll enjoy, and if you don’t I’ll get you something from the gift shop.” Now I was persuaded. I decided to go to the basement. It wasn't all that bad. It was just an ordinary basement. It was kind of creepy and the only people who’d be scared of it would be people who know what happened in there. I actually enjoyed it, and the rest of the museum. My sister still got me something from the gift shop, even though I enjoyed the rest of the time.

l know not how it was – but, with the first glimpse of that building, a spirit … I looked upon the mere house, and the simple land scape features of the domain – upon the bleak walls – upon the vacant eye – like windows – upon a few ranks edges – and upon a few white of decayed trees with an a utter depression of soul.

“That is a very real probability, since she’s also a survival expert.” Ray smoothed his jacket, offering everyone a cigar. He then turned to a long table laden with oversized rolls of paper. “Blueprints and schematics, all the goodies you’d be nagging my ass for anyway.”

"That won' be a problem," she replied "we have enough room, and we can start makin' more food."