STORYTELLING
“Were
they going to dash from such a grim place?” He asked himself
hopelessly. And then, unexpectedly, Luis took his filthy hand and a
groan was pronounced from the deepest place of his throat:
“I
slept with your mother” he
shouted in a loud tone.
These
six words, vocalized in a horrible way made Jes tremble with fright.
“For
God's shake!” Jes cried out. “Are you deranged?”.
At
this point of the story the author must explain some details which
will help the reader make a clearer and vivid idea of the scenery. It
was nightfall, the wind was blowing fiercely between the dullness
windows and the rat, from the second line of the first paragraph
that's now missing, was eye bleeding because of the novelist's insane
imagination.
It
was a fact nobody could deny that the haunted house turned people who
invaded it to madness. Again, Luis repeated the sentence with
harshness:
“I
slept with your fucking mother.”
This
time the vile words produced a panic feeling on Jes. He was at the
edge of paranoid. He could commit a horrible crime against his
friend. He could see it clearly. Deeply and nastily shocked he would
had liked not to come inside the house that afternoon. But now it was
too late to change this. It was evident that Luis had fallen into
evil ways. He now assumed that the fact of getting out the house safe
and sound wasn't worthless. It was only under his own behavior. He
had to control his temperament and persuade Luis in order to help him
leave the dark side he was into.
Jes
talked to his friend in a firmly and calmed way:
”Come
on dad, let's go home.”