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Alternate Ending To Frankenstein Essay

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Opening my eyes to the complete darkness and loneliness, I swung awake. The last thing I can remember is the dog running out into the road, the brightness of the day light, and the car headed off the road. As my head cleared, I realize I’m hanging upside down. Feet and legs completely binded. Hearing something breathing behind me was very unsettling. From what I could see and feel this was a cold and dank cave. There was the dim light of a fire shining shadows across the open cavern. My wallet, watch, and an old pocket knife I always had on me was feet away on a stone pedestal. Dad always kept his Swiss Army Knife in his pocket no matter where he went.

Reaching up to see if I could try and untie the bindings that held me up. The shuffling …show more content…

The only lights in this room were small electric lamps which had seemed to have been there for a while because they were only giving off very dim light. The smell of old rancid meat had hit my nose and made me curious as to what was giving it off. After a few more minutes of struggling the rope finally released me into a small fall to the ground. The sound of me hitting the cold floor sent echoes throughout the cave and I think the creature must’ve heard because it let out a bloodcurdling shriek that made the hair on my neck jump off and run away. Judging by this there probably wasn’t a lot of time until it got here so I took one more good look around before trying to find a way out. Collecting all my things I stumbled on an old lighter and torch which would be my light in dark places. I quickly ran down the closest corridor with the lit torch in hand. This place made my skin crawl and the feeling from it gave me made you think death is a better …show more content…

The only way I could go now was forward and if it didn’t lead anywhere nothing could be done and I will have to save myself from this living nightmare. The room ahead had old writing and painting on the wall which told a story. First there was a man laying on a table and there was people surrounding him with their hands raised to the sky. He seemed to be struggling on the table and then words were written next to it but it was a strange language I had never seen before. The next two were very faint and couldn’t be seen. Finally I came upon the picture of the man on the table but he had endured a great change. He was just like the creature that was hunting me as I read the last words on the wall which were in english. Wendigo. Long ago there was this old show that told me about a whole bunch of Native American myths and the Wendigo was one of them, I had heard of this creature once before. Chills flew down my back as the soft touch of someones breath went down my

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