Scarlet Watson Alternate Ending Essay

It was also discovered, that there was a lady buried in the backyard, one who passed away 50-60 years prior. She also learned from her neighbors that the lady who had died in the house before they moved in, was a very good housekeeper. She was described as always keeping her house clean. Filban said it might have been her moving the furniture. She also added, since her mother did not keep the house very clean, it might have been the woman’s spirit coming by to clean house.

So naturally Michaelis tried to find out what had happened, but Wilson wouldn’t say a word — instead he began to throw suspicious look at his visitor and ask himself what he’d been doing at certain times on certain days of the week. Just as the latter was getting restless, some workers came past heading to the door for his restaurant, and Michaelis approach the chance to get away, intending to return later. But he never did. He supposed he forgot to, that’s all. When he gets outside again, a little later after seven o’clock, he was remembered of the conversation because he heard Mrs. Wilson’s voice, loud and clear coming down-stairs in the garage.

1. As the story opens a throng is gathered.  Who are these people?  Where and why are they gathered?

From somewhere in the stillness, she felt a soft breeze on her neck and heard a faint whisper in her ear “Lacey....” A trickle of fear ran down her spine as she gave a furtive glance around the room. She was alone, wasn’t she? Were there vagrants in the area? Afraid and needing to hear a human voice, she called out, “Hello? Is anyone here?”

Thesis - Through Pearl’s thoughts and questions that hold symbolic significance, we can understand the connection of the Scarlet letter to the Black man and to Dimmesdale’s burden and the forest, helps better portray Hester and Pearl’s juxtaposed character.

Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.

16) When Pearl is grown, she thinks she will develop a scarlet letter like her mother.

After walking an hour, they finally came to a place where they would rest. They weren’t sure where they were, but when their mother had seen some signs she immediately yelled excited, “Oh, this is where your aunt’s house should be. We could stay here until we find ourselves a proper house!”

Hester’s heart fell as the realization of her situation washed down upon her. “I don't rightly know sir.” After traveling a short ways they finally reached the woman’s small cottage which was nearly as beautiful as her. Delicately growing ivy climbed it's way up the walls and wild flowers grew at the base of the cottage. The only thing that could draw away from the magnificent scene was the dark, grisly weeds surrounding the wild flowers.

The next day the sisters meet with another victim's wife. "So, what do you remember Mrs. Watson?" Ana asks. "Um…I was asleep. I heard a thump, next thing I know Allen was being dragged out of bed. I couldn't see anything, it was too dark. Before I could do anything he hit me, knocking me out. Then this morning my son tells me he saw Santa drag daddy up the chimney." Mrs. Watson says through her stifled tears. "I'm sorry, I know this is hard," Liz said trying to comfort the victim's wife. "Mrs. Watson, Where did you get that wreath above your fireplace?" Ana says with a slight smile. Everyone turns to look at the wreath and then back at Ana. "Excuse me?" Mrs. Watson asks getting frustrated with the agents. After being kicked out, Liz questioned

She makes her way to the room when getting closer to the room she saw how it was so eerie and shady looking. She again shook off the feeling and entered the room. Looking around she looks at the baren room. The wallpaper crumbling off the edges of the wall, the bed sheets old and dusty showing no one has been in this room for weeks maybe months. She walks over to the bed sitting her stuff down in the nearby chair. Laying down on the

The scream for help strewn her nerves everywhere, and her hands now shook with fear. As she looked ahead to the large bay window again, she saw something she hoped to never see again.

As she walked towards the white door of her bedroom, she hears distant gurgling. As if the sewers were backed up or the kitchen sink is clogged. Carefully twisting the knob, she was about to take a step out, but was immediately taken aback.

Which came to surprise since Mrs.Watson’s wasn’t very far, it would have taken less than five minutes if it wasn’t for the dreadful weather. Not only was that surprising but, the back door was unlocked. It was a blessing that it was because it would only cause more time to be wasted. They crossed the threshold, bringing in the blistering cold with them. The house’s walls were beautifully layered with flower print designs, and had a furry yellowish carpet which was extremely nice on Huck’s feet as he took off his shoes, though the other’s shoes remained on. The house had countless antiques and art paintings that were held up along the walls. The warm scent of coffee and some indistinguishable sweet aroma filled the

She ran to the middle of whatever was still standing in her house and started to cry. She got on her knees and thought that everything that was once hers was gone in an instant. She cried and cried, until she found no more use. Then, once her eyes started to clear up, she spotted something.