Landlady Alternate Ending

A person begins to read, their body submerged in goose bumps. The description of the setting makes them fear for the protagonist. Their head fills with the anticipation of what what might happen next. They start to wonder if the protagonist is going to live. Their eyes read the page as fast as they can but then the page stops, leaving them with a head filled with fears. This is an example of how a horror story should compel the reader. A compelling horror story needs to have a scary setting, lots of suspense, and a horrifying monster. One story that has the key components is "The Landlady" by Roald Dahl.

In the story, “The Landlady” by Roald Dahl there are numerous red flags where a young man, Billy, has trouble trusting his instincts. Billy is quite intrigued when he finds a Bed and Breakfast that is inexpensive. He finds the sweet old lady to be a little off, but ignores it until he realizes what she will do to him. In this story, Dahl shows that Billy should trust his instincts when something seems off, otherwise something awful might end up happening to him.

He thought it was the Landlady and so he tried to fight his way out and sure enough he did. When he turned around, he noticed it was a strange man who looked very familiar. “Who are you and what are you doing?” Mr. Weaver questioned, still trembling. “Thank you so much how can we ever repay you?!” the strange man said with another man peeking out behind him. “What are you talking about?” Mr.Weaver asked. “You have lifted the curse!” the men exclaimed. “The curse?” “Yes, the curse. You see… we were once guests here like you and the Landlady had poisoned us with a curse so we would stay here forever with her, but thanks to you, she’s dead and the curse has lifted! There has been no guests here until you.” They said. Mr.Weaver then spoke. “Whoah whoah, this is too crazy to be true. You’re saying I lifted a curse?” “Yeah pretty much.” “Well, I’ve got to head home now, this has been one heck of a week, so bye.” Billy just ended the conversation rubbing his read very confused wondering what just happened. The next thing you know, Billy Weaver is home from Bath finishing his life back at home in England telling everyone about his

Horror stories are usually very suspenseful and creepy. They have the reader on edge, waiting to see what is going to happen next. “The Landlady” by Roald Dahl is not a horror story because the setting is not creepy, you know what's going to happen next, and the lady (though insane) just needs some company.

The sun was kissing the horizon; the day was just beginning, and the sweet sounds of the birds morning sound had awakened me. I was sitting in the same spot I do day after day, happy and well rested. I awoke from my peaceful slumber with a large, clanging chime that echoed off the walls and the roof. The sounds of footsteps stomped down the stairs, and there, as always, was Todd. And as he always does, he shuffled his way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee. Finally, as the aroma of burnt coffee grounds filled the air, a new day had begun.

With all of the cracks in the ceiling of your bedroom, you can see the stars at night and the sun in the morning. With all of the old rotted hardwood floors, you hope to stay in that room until the morning and not end up in the room below you. At night you start to stare around your room as you fall asleep, then you see a splatter of blood on the wall and you get up and check behind the door and see HELP written all in blood. And at the vent there’s tons of blood leading down it. Then you hear a noise come from the room below, and when you go and see whats making the noise, there’s a girl in a chair and shes all tied up. Then you realize, that girl in the chair is your daughter. Right after you untie her the window bursts wide open with

As I looked around, I saw three decrepit coffins in the backyard, opened, with three bodies in them: one for Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson, and one for the dog. I thought to myself, “are they dead? Have they been murdered?” I really did not know, but as I walked passed the coffins to get my ball, I saw Mr. Johnson’s chest rise and fall. I was freaked out, so I snached my ball and ran over to the fence and climbed for my life. After I made it to the other side, I told all of the boys about my horrifying experience. They did not believe me at first, but one by one, they looked over the fence to see the living graveyard. Even after March 10th, we were still in astonishment to see the Johnson family sleep in their coffins at night. We eventually came to terms with the weird occurrence, but we did not know why the dog never attacked us on the first day that we went over to the Johnson’s. So one day, we went over to

It was a nice building. The carpeting was handmade by Mrs. Dela. She was the old woman that lived on the first floor with her husband, Mr. Dela. Every morning, they were found outside watering the flowers. Mrs. Dela especially took pride in the tree that casted a shadow above the building. My mom always had something cooking in the kitchen, and my dad was always home before 5:30. My brother, tall and masculine, would pride himself on his athletic ability. My best friend Curly, lived in the building as long as I did. He was one day older than me and he never let me live it down. He always had his hand running through his curly, jet black hair and his goofy smile never failed to cheer me up. His mom was a nice woman. She worked a lot because Curly’s dad left them. He was an only child, so we spent most of our time together. When we were about five a new kid moved in. His name was Benny. Benny was a boy of few words, unlike Curly who never shut up. He moved in with his mom, stepdad, and two step sisters. Benny was a good listener. Curly and I talked and talked, and he would just listen. And everything was okay. Until…

They went back to bed and took Doran with them. They put the babies in their crib and Doran went to sleep with them. Doran heard that thump again and got up and went to the kitchen and saw an angel she was bright and beautiful. Her name was Sarah she was talking to Doran. She told him she used to live in this house. She told him this house was dangerous and haunted. She told him,’’get out, get out.’’ Sarah told him to look behind him. He turned around and he saw a man wearing all black named Jake. Sarah yelled RUN, RUN.’’He ran into his room and hide in his closet. The man said,’’ you can run, but you can not hide.’’ Doran ran outside and ran until he got to the police station. He told them everything. They did not believe him. They took him to his house. He told his parents about Sarah and Jake. They told him they will be leaving tomorrow. The next day the family moved out and no one has ever lived in that house since. The

The mysterious mood and multiple points of tension in the short-story, “The Landlady,” are built through different literary devices. From beginning to end, something is just not right. The story is about Billy, the protagonist, who travels to Bath, England for his work. While looking for a place to stay, he finds a boarding house willing to take him in for a ridiculously cheap cost. Throughout the story, his landlady, the antagonist, seems a little odd and a bit suspicious. Because of his experiences at the boarding house, the reader learns that not everything is as it seems. The author’s clever use of literary devices in the story, “The Landlady,” creates suspense through foreshadowing and imagery.

As an expression of Roald Dahl’s more sinister and mysterious writing style, The Landlady, a short story, has both a written and video edition. The two have some notable differences, including the points of view. Although the written version is portrayed through third person limited writing, the video is depicted with a third person omniscient plot. An example of a scene in which this occurs is the point in the story where it ends abruptly at the highest point of action in the printed adaptation, with an eerie cliffhanger, “‘No, my dear,’ she said. ‘Only you.’

I broke the soft cookie with ease and inhaled the sweet aroma. It smelled precisely like maple syrup. Isn't that what antifreeze is meant to taste like? Not long after asking myself that, I had a dizzy spell. The smell was intense. When I went back into focus, I noticed the creepy, old hag had gone and heard slight squeaking from above

"Good night Mom and dad" I said as I was about to go to bed. I have been watching television since twelve o clock. My brothers had fallen asleep. " Man I'm super hipper, I can't fall asleep" I said to myself. I got out of my bed and looked out of my slide door to see the stars. I went back to my bed after when all of a sudden I hear tapping noises.

I walked through the silver doors and got hit with the strongest smell of hand sanitizer and soap, as my nose stung I tried not to make a face. I walked with my father through the building that held so many secrets and emotions. As I looked around and saw everybody wearing scrubs and walking with determination from one room to another to another. I didn’t say anything as we slide into the great elevator that will take me to my mother. With nerves running through my veins, all I could do was listen. I listened to the elevator beep..beep..beep, as we go up. I walked on the floor, passing rooms and not knowing where to look with fear that I might offend someone for looking through the open door to their own secret. I got to the dark wooden door,

Within “The Landlady” by Roald Dahl, the theme is that being naive can make one unaware of dangerous situations. Billy Weaver was looking for a decently priced hotel to stay at. However, an old lady offered to take him in for a night at her bed and breakfast. So, the lady welcomed Billy and insisted that he drink a cup of tea that happened to be posioned. Then, Billy slowly sipped the poisonous tea while he questioned the lady. Finally, Billy’s innocence led him to the high risk situation of consuming the toxic tea.