Three Skeleton Key Ending Essay

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

“What else have you got in there?” Hector asked, genuine curiosity lacing his voice as he placed the glasses back down on the desk.

I found myself surrounded by the people of the inn; their countenances expressed a breathless terror: but

“No, but I feel as if everything I have ever thought of is gone,” I swallowed and then continued the gruesome journey to the other side of the island. After about an hour of silence, I heard a scream. Looking back I saw smoke and orange-red sparks fly from the ground. A billow of ash erupted around me. Through the commotion, I lost track of the others in my group. I fell to the ground, crawling through the flames that soared higher than the horizon.

Lystra awoke to the sounds of death. Sitting up, she was surrounded by the other Deceived in the alcove as they stared at the Unable. In lines, some were shot; others were pushed through another door. Lystra didn’t watch, not at first, but held her hands to her ears, and counted the pairs of shoes she saw in front of her. The sound of shooting stopped soon enough, and the others in the alcove eventually lost interest. Some sat, some paced, others huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves.

At that point, I knew I was completely screwed, because the only other way of the place out was through the floor-to-ceiling windows, twelve floors up. And I from the way Liv rushed at me, I knew that was the way I was going out.

I watched as she walked over to another wall, a few accessories hanging. Prompto came over thus, pointing a couple things out until they found something.

He felt the same way the first time he walked in here. “What’s that?” he asked indicating the bag she held.

Flipping it over, he ran his finger over the cool metal, and was delighted when his finger went over what felt like 3 little jewels encrusted on the face of the locket. Hurriedly, Richard carefully put the locket in his coat pocket, dusted himself off, and without looking back, excitedly ran the rest of the way home. Unbeknownst to him Richard had just made the biggest mistake of his life. Had he just turned around one last time he would have seen a shadowy figure crouching motionlessly just outside the light that illuminated the alley. As he was walking up the the stairs to his apartment complex, Richard felt a hand grab him from behind. Shaking off the unsettling feeling that had momentarily overtaken him, he turned around to face whoever the hand belonged to. It was an old man, who realistically couldn’t have been no older than 70, but appeared as old as time itself. His face was weathered and worn, though his look wasn’t malevolent, it was one of

Rita blushed. She got up from her seat and wandered over to the bookshelf once again.

"You mean all that junk you have in your room. You can find that anywhere." said Tygra.

“Yes,” Jane responded as she brought it out. “I’ve already started to search the location’s whereabouts, but nothing is coming up. I hope that it wasn’t a myth after all.”

My eyes snapped open. Who had said that? As my vision cleared I noticed that I seemed to be lying down on a faded blue sofa in a cave like room. There was a window in the corner that shed off some light, but other than that the rom was mostly dark. Next to the sofa was a small brown coffee table with a vase of purple petunias in the center. Near the back of the room was a rather large bookshelf and a rather small door which must have led to another room. A fox and a badger stood in front of me with equal concern in their eyes.

It was already dark and raining gently when we arrived at the front door of B&B Garibaldi in the early evening. Vince inserted the key into the front door lock, when much to his surprise, he felt the key snap in two as he turned it to unlock the door, leaving the stem in the keyhole. “Oh great! Now what do we do?” Vince said as he pulled the remaining part of the key out of the lock and looked at it bewildered in his hand.

“Well let’s see what we got here,” the owner said. He went around the big table in the middle of the room. Opened one of the glass cases on the wall and pulled out a black, round, necklace holder. There were all different sorts of chains hanging from the stand gold, silver, long, short, and even rose gold. He sat the chains on the table. He was across from us on the other side of the table, with a nice friendly grin on his joyful face and I had my poker face on.