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♪Theme Music Plays♪
*Gun fire back and forth at each other*
What?
Oh shit!
Yaaaaaaahhhhh!
I can lose both my wings too, look.
Like if I fly close enough to a building I can lose one entire wing.
This is the fourth time I am trying.
*Swooshing*
Ah fuck!
Can't sprint for shit!
*Zombie screeching/wheezing*
*Thuds of pistol whip*
Ope, mother fucker!
Oh fuck you!
*Toddler yelling in background "Hey, let me out of here!"*
Ooh, more cancerous streaming.
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
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Four
Three
Two
One
Zombie switch.
*Anthony laughing hysterically*
Fuck you Anthony!
Fuck you!
*Anthony continues laughing*
Fucking ass hole!
*More laughing*
Come out of the room.
*Gunshots*
You are a fucking pillar!
*Gunshot and zombie growls*
*More gunshots*
*Louis thinks to himself, "What the fuck dude!?"*
*More gunshots*
There's something that tells me they're all in that room.
*I think to my self while editing, "No shit Sherlock"*
*Silenced gunshots*
We'll call it 'Horny Clusterfuck'*
Yaaaahhhh
*Awwww good puppy*
No idea what that means, but cool.
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The Empty House by Algernon Blackwood
Certain houses, like certain persons, manage somehow to proclaim at once their character
for evil. In the case of the latter, no particular feature
need betray them; they may boast an open countenance and an ingenuous smile; and yet a little of
their com- pany leaves the unalterable conviction that there is something radically amiss with
their being: that they are evil. Willy nilly, they seem to communicate an atmosphere of
secret and wicked thoughts which makes those in their immediate neighbourhood shrink from
them as from a thing diseased. And, perhaps, with houses the same principle
is operative, and it is the aroma of evil deeds
commit- ted under a particular roof, long after the actual doers have passed away, that
makes the gooseflesh come and the hair rise. Something of the original pas- sion of the
evil-doer, and of the horror felt by his vic- tim, enters the heart of the innocent watcher,
and he becomes suddenly conscious of tingling nerves, creeping skin, and a chilling of the
blood. He is ter- ror-stricken without apparent cause.
There was manifestly nothing in the external appearance of this particular house to bear
out the tales of the horror that was said to reign within. It was neither lonely nor
unkempt. It stood, crowded into a corner of the square, and looked exactly like the houses
on either side of it. It had the same num- ber of windows as its neighbours; the same
balcony overlooking the gardens; the same white steps lead- ing up to the heavy black
front door; and, in the rear, there was the same narrow strip of green, with neat box
borders, running up to the wall that divided it from the backs of the adjoining houses.
Apparently, too, the number of chimney pots on the roof was the same; the breadth and
angle of the eaves; and even the height of the dirty area railings.
And yet this house in the square, that seemed precisely similar to its fifty ugly neighbours,
was as a matter of fact entirely different—horribly different.
Wherein lay this marked, invisible difference is
impossible to say. It cannot be ascribed wholly to the imagination, because persons who had
spent some time in the house, knowing nothing of the facts, had declared positively that
certain rooms were so dis- agreeable they would rather die than enter them
again, and that the atmosphere of the whole house produced in them symptoms of a genuine
terror; while the series of innocent tenants who had tried to live in it and been forced
to decamp at the shortest possible notice, was indeed little less than a scandal in the
town. When Shorthouse arrived to pay a "week-end"
visit to his Aunt Julia in her little house on the sea- front at the other end of the
town, he found her charged to the brim with mystery and excitement. He had only received
her telegram that morning, and he had come anticipating boredom; but the moment he touched
her hand and kissed her apple-skin wrinkled cheek, he caught the first wave of her electrical
con- dition. The impression deepened when he learned that there were to be no other
visitors, and that he had been telegraphed for with a very special object.
Something was in the wind, and the "something" would doubtless bear fruit; for this elderly
spinster aunt, with a mania for psychical research, had brains as well as will power,
and by hook or by crook she usually managed to accomplish her ends. The revela- tion was
made soon after tea, when she sidled close up to him as they paced slowly along the sea-front
in the dusk. "I've got the keys," she announced in
a delighted, yet half awesome voice. "Got them till Monday!"
"The keys of the bathing-machine, or—?" he asked innocently, looking from the sea
to the town. Nothing brought her so quickly to the point as feign- ing stupidity.
"Neither," she whispered. "I've got the keys of the haunted house in the square—and
I'm going there to-night." Shorthouse was conscious of the slightest
pos- sible tremor down his back. He dropped his
teasing tone. Something in her voice and manner thrilled him. She was in earnest.
"But you can't go alone—" he began. "That's why I wired for you," she said
with decision. He turned to look at her. The ugly, lined,
enig- matical face was alive with excitement. There was the glow of genuine enthusiasm round
it like a halo. The eyes shone. He caught another wave of her excite- ment, and a second
tremor, more marked than the first, accompanied it.
"Thanks, Aunt Julia," he said politely; "thanks awfully."
"I should not dare to go quite alone," she went on, raising her voice; "but with
you I should enjoy it immensely. You're afraid of nothing, I know."
"Thanks so much," he said again. "Er—is anything likely to happen?"
"A great deal has happened," she whispered, "though it's been most cleverly hushed
up. Three ten- ants have come and gone in the last few months, and the house is said
to be empty for good now." In spite of himself Shorthouse became interested.
His aunt was so very much in earnest. "The house is very old indeed," she went
on, "and the story—an unpleasant one—dates a long way back. It has to do with a murder
committed by a jeal- ous stableman who had some affair with a servant in the house. One
night he managed to secrete himself in the cellar, and when everyone was asleep, he crept
upstairs to the servants' quarters, chased the girl down to the next landing, and before
anyone could come to the rescue threw her bodily over the banis- ters into the hall
below." "And the stableman—?"
"Was caught, I believe, and hanged for murder; but it all happened a century ago, and I've
not been able to get more details of the story." Shorthouse now felt his interest thoroughly
aroused; but, though he was not particularly nervous for himself, he hesitated a little
on his aunt's account. "On one condition," he said at length.
"Nothing will prevent my going," she said firmly; "but I may as well hear your condition."
"That you guarantee your power of self-control if anything really horrible happens. I mean—that
you are sure you won't get too frightened." "Jim," she said scornfully, "I'm not
young, I know, nor are my nerves; but with you I should be
afraid of nothing in the world!" This, of course, settled it, for Shorthouse
had no pretensions to being other than a very ordinary young man, and an appeal to his vanity
was irresist- ible. He agreed to go. Instinctively, by a sort of sub-conscious
prepara- tion, he kept himself and his forces well in hand the whole evening, compelling
an accumulative reserve of control by that nameless inward process of gradu- ally putting
all the emotions away and turning the key upon them—a process difficult to describe,
but wonderfully effective, as all men who have lived through severe trials of the inner
man well under- stand. Later, it stood him in good stead.
But it was not until half-past ten, when they stood in the hall, well in the glare of friendly
lamps and still surrounded by comforting human influ- ences, that he had to make the first
call upon this store of collected strength. For, once the door was closed, and he saw
the deserted silent street stretch- ing away white in the moonlight before them, it came
to him clearly that the real test that night would be in dealing with two fears instead
of one. He would have to carry his aunt's fear as well as his own. And, as he glanced
down at her sphinx-like countenance and realised that it might assume no pleasant aspect in
a rush of real terror, he felt satisfied with only one thing in the whole adventure—that
he had confid- ence in his own will and power to stand against any shock that might come.
Slowly they walked along the empty streets of the
town; a bright autumn moon silvered the roofs, cast- ing deep shadows; there was no breath
of wind; and the trees in the formal gardens by the sea-front watched them silently as
they passed along. To his aunt's occasional remarks Shorthouse made no reply, realising
that she was simply surrounding herself with mental buffers—saying ordinary things to
pre- vent herself thinking of extra-ordinary things. Few windows showed lights, and from
scarcely a single chimney came smoke or sparks. Shorthouse had already begun to notice everything,
even the smallest details. Presently they stopped at the street corner and looked up
at the name on the side of the house full in the moonlight, and with one accord, but
without remark, turned into the square and crossed over to the side of it that lay in
shadow. "The number of the house is thirteen,"
whispered a voice at his side; and neither of them made the obvious reference, but passed
across the broad sheet of moonlight and began to march up the pavement in silence.
It was about half-way up the square that Short- house felt an arm slipped quietly but significantly
into his own, and knew then that their adventure had begun in earnest, and that his companion
was already yielding imperceptibly to the influences against them. She needed support.
A few minutes later they stopped before a tall,
narrow house that rose before them into the night, ugly in shape and painted a dingy white.
Shutterless windows, without blinds, stared down upon them, shining here and there in
the moonlight. There were weather streaks in the wall and cracks in the paint, and the
balcony bulged out from the first floor a little
unnaturally. But, beyond this generally forlorn appearance of an unoccupied house, there was
noth- ing at first sight to single out this particular mansion for the evil character
it had most certainly acquired. Taking a look over their shoulders to make
sure they had not been followed, they went boldly
up the steps and stood against the huge black door that fronted them forbiddingly. But the
first wave of nervousness was now upon them, and Shorthouse fumbled a long time with the
key before he could fit it into the lock at all. For a moment, if truth were told, they
both hoped it would not open, for they were a prey to various unpleasant emotions as they
stood there on the threshold of their ghostly adven- ture. Shorthouse, shuffling with the
key and hampered by the steady weight on his arm, certainly felt the solemnity of the moment.
It was as if the whole world—for all experience seemed at that instant concentrated in his
own consciousness—were listening to the grating noise of that key. A stray puff of
wind wandering down the empty street woke a momentary rustling in the trees behind them,
but otherwise this rattling of the key was the only sound audible; and at last it turned
in the lock and the heavy door swung open and revealed a yawning gulf of darkness beyond.
With a last glance at the moonlit square, they passed quickly in, and the door slammed
behind them with a roar that echoed prodigiously through empty halls and passages. But, instantly,
with the echoes, another sound made itself heard, and Aunt Julia leaned suddenly so heavily
upon him that he had to take a step backwards to save himself from falling.
A man had coughed close beside them—so close that it seemed they must have been actually
by his side in the darkness. With the possibility of practical jokes in
his mind, Shorthouse at once swung his heavy stick in the dir- ection of the sound; but
it met nothing more solid than air. He heard his aunt give a little gasp beside him.
"There's someone here," she whispered; "I heard him."
"Be quiet!" he said sternly. "It was nothing but the noise of the front door."
"Oh! Get a light—quick!" she added, as her nephew, fumbling with a box of matches,
opened it upside down and let them all fall with a rattle on to the stone floor.
The sound, however, was not repeated; and there was no evidence of retreating footsteps.
In another minute they had a candle burning, using an empty end of a cigar case as a holder;
and when the first flare had died down he held the impromptu lamp aloft and surveyed
the scene. And it was dreary enough in all conscience, for there is nothing more desolate
in all the abodes of men than an unfur- nished house dimly lit, silent, and forsaken, and
yet tenanted by rumour with the memories of evil and violent histories.
They were standing in a wide hall-way; on their left was the open door of a spacious
dining-room, and in front the hall ran, ever narrowing, into a long, dark passage that
led apparently to the top of the kit- chen stairs. The broad uncarpeted staircase rose
in a sweep before them, everywhere draped in shadows, except for a single spot about
half-way up where the moonlight came in through the window and fell on a bright patch on the
boards. This shaft of light shed a faint radiance above and below it, lending to the objects
within its reach a misty outline that was infin- itely more suggestive and ghostly than
complete darkness. Filtered moonlight always seems to paint faces on the surrounding gloom,
and as Shorthouse peered up into the well of darkness and thought of the countless empty
rooms and passages in the upper part of the old house, he caught himself longing again
for the safety of the moonlit square, or the cosy, bright drawing-room they had left an
hour before. Then realising that these thoughts were dan- gerous, he thrust them away again
and summoned all his energy for concentration on the present.
"Aunt Julia," he said aloud, severely, "we must now go through the house from top
to bottom and make a thorough search." The echoes of his voice died away slowly all
over the building, and in the intense silence that
followed he turned to look at her. In the candle-light he saw that her face was already
ghastly pale; but she dropped his arm for a moment and said in a whisper, stepping close
in front of him— "I agree. We must be sure there's no one
hiding. That's the first thing."
She spoke with evident effort, and he looked at
her with admiration. "You feel quite sure of yourself? It's
not too late —"
"I think so," she whispered, her eyes shifting
nervously toward the shadows behind. "Quite sure, only one thing—"
"What's that?" "You must never leave me alone for an instant."
"As long as you understand that any sound or appear- ance must be investigated at once,
for to hesitate means to admit fear. That is fatal." "Agreed," she said, a little
shakily, after a moment's hesitation. "I'll try—" Arm in arm, Shorthouse holding the
dripping candle and the stick, while his aunt carried the cloak over her shoulders, figures
of utter comedy to all but themselves, they began a systematic search.
Stealthily, walking on tip-toe and shading the
candle lest it should betray their presence through the shutterless windows, they went
first into the big dining-room. There was not a stick of furniture to be seen. Bare
walls, ugly mantel-pieces and empty grates stared at them. Everything, they felt, resented
their intrusion, watching them, as it were, with veiled eyes; whispers followed them;
shadows flitted noiselessly to right and left; something seemed ever at their back, watching,
waiting an opportunity to do them injury. There was the inevitable sense that operations
which went on when the room was empty had been temporarily suspended till they were
well out of the way again. The whole dark interior of the old build- ing seemed to become
a malignant Presence that rose up, warning them to desist and mind their own busi- ness;
every moment the strain on the nerves increased. Out of the gloomy dining-room they passed
through large folding doors into a sort of library or smoking-room, wrapt equally in
silence, darkness, and dust; and from this they regained the hall near the top of the
back stairs. Here a pitch black tunnel opened before them
into the lower regions, and—it must be confessed— they hesitated. But only for a minute. With
the worst of the night still to come it was essential to turn from nothing. Aunt Julia
stumbled at the top step of the dark descent, ill lit by the flickering candle, and even
Shorthouse felt at least half the decision go out of his legs.
"Come on!" he said peremptorily, and his voice ran on and lost itself in the dark,
empty spaces below. "I'm coming," she faltered, catching his arm with
unnecessary violence. They went a little unsteadily down the stone
steps, a cold, damp air meeting them in the face, close and mal-odorous. The kitchen,
into which the stairs led along a narrow passage, was large, with a lofty ceiling. Several doors
opened out of it—some into cupboards with empty jars still standing on the
shelves, and others into horrible little ghostly back offices, each colder and less inviting
than the last. Black beetles scurried over the floor, and once, when they knocked against
a deal table standing in a corner, something about the size of a cat jumped down with a
rush and fled, scampering across the stone floor into the darkness. Everywhere there
was a sense of recent occupation, an impression of sadness and gloom.
Leaving the main kitchen, they next went towards the scullery. The door was standing ajar,
and as they pushed it open to its full extent Aunt Julia uttered a piercing scream, which
she instantly tried to stifle by placing her hand over her mouth. For a second Shorthouse
stood stock-still, catching his breath. He felt as if his spine had suddenly become hollow
and someone had filled it with particles of ice.
Facing them, directly in their way between the doorposts, stood the figure of a woman.
She had dishevelled hair and wildly staring eyes, and her face was terrified and white
as death. She stood there motionless for the space of
a single second. Then the candle flickered and she was gone—gone utterly—and the
door framed nothing but empty darkness. "Only the beastly jumping candle-light,"
he said quickly, in a voice that sounded like someone else's and was only half under control.
"Come on, aunt. There's nothing there." He dragged her forward. With a clattering
of feet and a great appearance of boldness they went on, but over his body the skin moved
as if crawling ants covered it, and he knew by the weight on his arm that he was supplying
the force of locomotion for two. The scullery was cold, bare, and empty; more like a large
prison cell than anything else. They went round it, tried the door into the yard, and
the win- dows, but found them all fastened securely. His aunt moved beside him like a
person in a dream. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she seemed merely to follow the pressure
of his arm. Her courage filled him with amazement. At the same time he noticed that a cer- tain
odd change had come over her face, a change which somehow evaded his power of analysis.
"There's nothing here, aunty," he repeated aloud
quickly. "Let's go upstairs and see the rest of the house. Then we'll choose a room
to wait up in." She followed him obediently, keeping close
to his side, and they locked the kitchen door behind them. It was a relief to get up again.
In the hall there was more light than before, for the moon had travelled a little further
down the stairs. Cautiously they began to go up into the dark vault of the upper house,
the boards creaking under their weight. On the first floor they found the large double
drawing-rooms, a search of which revealed nothing. Here also was no sign of furniture
or recent occu- pancy; nothing but dust and neglect and shadows. They opened the big folding
doors between front and back drawing-rooms and then came out again to the landing and
went on upstairs. They had not gone up more than a dozen steps
when they both simultaneously stopped to listen, looking into each other's eyes with a new
apprehen- sion across the flickering candle flame. From the room they had left hardly
ten seconds before came the sound of doors quietly closing. It was beyond all question;
they heard the booming noise that accom- panies the shutting of heavy doors, followed by the
sharp catching of the latch. "We must go back and see," said Shorthouse
briefly, in a low tone, and turning to go downstairs again.
Somehow she managed to drag after him, her feet
catching in her dress, her face livid. When they entered the front drawing-room it
was plain that the folding doors had been closed— half a minute before. Without hesitation
Shorthouse opened them. He almost expected to see someone facing him in the back room;
but only darkness and cold air met him. They went through both rooms, finding nothing unusual.
They tried in every way to make the doors close of themselves, but there was not wind
enough even to set the candle flame flicker- ing. The doors would not move without strong
pres- sure. All was silent as the grave. Undeniably the rooms were utterly empty, and the house
utterly still. "It's beginning," whispered a voice at his elbow
which he hardly recognised as his aunt's. He nodded acquiescence, taking out his watch
to note the time. It was fifteen minutes before
midnight; he made the entry of exactly what had occurred in his notebook, setting the
candle in its case upon the floor in order to do so. It took a moment or two to balance
it safely against the wall. Aunt Julia always declared that at this moment
she was not actually watching him, but had turned her head towards the inner room, where
she fancied she heard something moving; but, at any rate, both positively agreed that there
came a sound of rushing feet, heavy and very swift—and the next instant the candle was
out!
But to Shorthouse himself had come more than this, and he has always thanked his fortunate
stars that it came to him alone and not to his aunt too. For, as he rose from the stooping
position of balan- cing the candle, and before it was actually extin- guished, a face thrust
itself forward so close to his own that he could almost have touched it with his lips.
It was a face working with passion; a man's face, dark, with thick features, and angry,
savage eyes. It belonged to a common man, and it was evil in its ordinary normal expression,
no doubt, but as he saw it, alive with intense, aggressive emotion, it was a malignant and
terrible human countenance. There was no movement of the air; nothing
but the sound of rushing feet—stockinged or muffled feet; the apparition of the face;
and the almost simul- taneous extinguishing of the candle.
In spite of himself, Shorthouse uttered a little cry, nearly losing his balance as his
aunt clung to him with her whole weight in one moment of real, uncon- trollable terror.
She made no sound, but simply seized him bodily. Fortunately, however, she had seen nothing,
but had only heard the rushing feet, for her control returned almost at once, and he was
able to disentangle himself and strike a match. The shadows ran away on all sides before the
glare, and his aunt stooped down and groped for the cigar case with the precious candle.
Then they dis- covered that the candle had not been blown out at all; it had been crushed
out. The wick was pressed down into the wax, which was flattened as if by some smooth,
heavy instrument. How his companion so quickly overcame her
ter- ror, Shorthouse never properly understood;
but his admiration for her self-control increased tenfold, and at the same time served to feed
his own dying flame —for which he was undeniably grateful. Equally
inex- plicable to him was the evidence of physical
force they had just witnessed. He at once suppressed the memory of stories he had heard
of "physical medi- ums" and their dangerous phenomena; for if these were true, and either
his aunt or himself was unwit- tingly a physical medium, it meant that they were simply aiding
to focus the forces of a haunted house already charged to the brim. It was like walking with
unprotected lamps among uncovered stores of gun- powder.
So, with as little reflection as possible, he simply relit the candle and went up to
the next floor. The arm in his trembled, it is true, and his own tread was often uncertain,
but they went on with thoroughness, and after a search revealing nothing they climbed the
last flight of stairs to the top floor of all.
Here they found a perfect nest of small servants' rooms, with broken pieces of furniture, dirty
cane- bottomed chairs, chests of drawers, cracked mirrors, and decrepit bedsteads. The
rooms had low sloping ceilings already hung here and there with cobwebs, small windows,
and badly plastered walls—a depress- ing and dismal region which they were glad to
leave behind. It was on the stroke of midnight when they
entered a small room on the third floor, close to the top of the stairs, and arranged to
make themselves comfortable for the remainder of their adventure. It was absolutely bare,
and was said to be the room— then used as a clothes closet—into which the infuri-
ated groom had chased his victim and finally caught her. Outside, across the narrow landing,
began the stairs leading up to the floor above, and the servants' quarters where they had
just searched. In spite of the chilliness of the night there
was something in the air of this room that cried
for an open window. But there was more than this. Short- house could only describe it
by saying that he felt less master of himself here than in any other part of the house.
There was something that acted directly on the nerves, tiring the resolution, enfeebling
the will. He was conscious of this result before he had been in the room five minutes,
and it was in the short time they stayed there that he suffered the wholesale depletion of
his vital forces, which was, for himself, the chief horror of the whole experience.
They put the candle on the floor of the cupboard, leaving the door a few inches ajar, so that
there was no glare to confuse the eyes, and no shadow to shift about on walls and ceiling.
Then they spread the cloak on the floor and sat down to wait, with their backs against
the wall. Shorthouse was within two feet of the door
on to the landing; his position commanded a good
view of the main staircase leading down into the darkness, and also of the beginning of
the servants' stairs going to the floor above; the heavy stick lay beside him within
easy reach. The moon was now high above the house.
Through the open window they could see the com- forting stars like friendly eyes watching
in the sky. One by one the clocks of the town struck midnight, and when the sounds died
away the deep silence of a windless night fell again over everything. Only the
boom of the sea, far away and lugubrious, filled the air with hollow murmurs.
Inside the house the silence became awful; awful,
he thought, because any minute now it might be broken by sounds portending terror. The
strain of waiting told more and more severely on the nerves; they talked in whispers when
they talked at all, for their voices aloud sounded queer and unnatural. A chilliness,
not altogether due to the night air, invaded the room, and made them cold. The influences
against them, whatever these might be, were slowly robbing them of self-confidence, and
the power of decisive action; their forces were on the wane, and the possibility of real
fear took on a new and terrible meaning. He began to tremble for the elderly woman by
his side, whose pluck could hardly save her bey- ond a certain extent.
He heard the blood singing in his veins. It some- times seemed so loud that he fancied
it prevented his hearing properly certain other sounds that were beginning very faintly
to make themselves audible in the depths of the house. Every time he fastened his attention
on these sounds, they instantly ceased. They certainly came no nearer. Yet he could not
rid himself of the idea that movement was going on somewhere in the lower regions of
the house. The drawing-room floor, where the doors had been so strangely closed, seemed
too near; the sounds were further off than that. He thought of the great kitchen, with
the scurrying black-beetles, and of the dismal little scullery; but, somehow or other, they
did not seem to come from there either. Surely they were not outside the house!
Then, suddenly, the truth flashed into his mind, and for the space of a minute he felt
as if his blood had stopped flowing and turned to ice.
The sounds were not downstairs at all; they were
upstairs—upstairs, somewhere among those horrid gloomy little servants' rooms with
their bits of broken furniture, low ceilings, and cramped windows
—upstairs where the victim had first been disturbed
and stalked to her death. And the moment he discovered where the sounds
were, he began to hear them more clearly. It was the sound of feet, moving stealthily
along the passage overhead, in and out among the rooms, and past the furniture.
He turned quickly to steal a glance at the motion- less figure seated beside him, to
note whether she had shared his discovery. The faint candle-light com- ing through the
crack in the cupboard door, threw her strongly-marked face into vivid relief against the white of
the wall. But it was something else that made him catch his breath and stare again. An extraordinary
something had come into her face and seemed to spread over her features like a mask; it
smoothed out the deep lines and drew the skin every- where a little tighter so that the
wrinkles disap- peared; it brought into the face—with the sole excep- tion of the old
eyes—an appearance of youth and almost of childhood.
He stared in speechless amazement—amazement that was dangerously near to horror. It was
his aunt's face indeed, but it was her face of forty years ago, the vacant innocent face
of a girl. He had heard stories of that strange effect of terror which could wipe a human
countenance clean of other emotions, obliter- ating all previous expressions; but he had
never real- ised that it could be literally true, or could mean any- thing so simply horrible
as what he now saw. For the dreadful signature of overmastering fear was written plainly
in that utter vacancy of the girlish face beside him; and when, feeling his intense
gaze, she turned to look at him, he instinctively closed his eyes tightly to shut out the sight.
Yet, when he turned a minute later, his feelings well in hand, he saw to his intense relief
another expression; his aunt was smiling, and though the face was deathly white, the
awful veil had lifted and the normal look was returning.
"Anything wrong?" was all he could think of to say at the moment. And the answer was
eloquent, coming from such a woman. "I feel cold—and a little frightened,"
she whispered.
He offered to close the window, but she seized hold of him and begged him not to leave her
side even for an instant. "It's upstairs, I know," she whispered,
with an odd half laugh; "but I can't possibly go up."
But Shorthouse thought otherwise, knowing that in action lay their best hope of self-control.
He took the brandy flask and poured out a glass of neat spirit, stiff enough to help
anybody over any- thing. She swallowed it with a little shiver. His only idea now was
to get out of the house before her col- lapse became inevitable; but this could not safely
be done by turning tail and running from the enemy. Inaction was no longer possible; every
minute he was growing less master of himself, and desperate, aggressive measures were imperative
without further delay. Moreover, the action must be taken towards
the enemy, not away from it; the climax, if necessary and unavoidable, would have to be
faced boldly. He could do it now; but in ten minutes he might not have the force left to
act for himself, much less for both! Upstairs, the sounds were meanwhile becoming
louder and closer, accompanied by occasional creak- ing of the boards. Someone was moving
stealthily about, stumbling now and then awkwardly against the furniture.
Waiting a few moments to allow the tremendous dose of spirits to produce its effect, and
knowing this would last but a short time under the circumstances, Shorthouse then quietly
got on his feet, saying in a determined voice— "Now, Aunt Julia, we'll go upstairs and
find out what all this noise is about. You must come too. It's what we agreed."
He picked up his stick and went to the cupboard for the candle. A limp form rose shakily beside
him breathing hard, and he heard a voice say very faintly something about being "ready
to come." The woman's courage amazed him; it was so much greater than his own; and,
as they advanced, holding aloft the dripping candle, some subtle force exhaled from this
trembling, white-faced old woman at his side that was the true source of his inspiration.
It held something really great that shamed him and gave him the support without which
he would have proved far less equal to the occasion.
They crossed the dark landing, avoiding with their eyes the deep black space over the banisters.
Then they began to mount the narrow staircase to meet the sounds which, minute by minute,
grew louder and nearer. About half-way up the stairs Aunt Julia stumbled and Shorthouse
turned to catch her by the arm, and just at that moment there came a ter- rific crash
in the servants' corridor overhead. It was instantly followed by a shrill, agonised scream
that was a cry of terror and a cry for help melted into one.
Before they could move aside, or go down a single
step, someone came rushing along the passage over- head, blundering horribly, racing madly,
at full speed, three steps at a time, down the very staircase where they stood. The steps
were light and uncertain; but close behind them sounded the heavier tread of another
person, and the staircase seemed to shake. Shorthouse and his companion just had time
to flatten themselves against the wall when the jumble of flying steps was upon them,
and two persons, with the slightest possible interval between them, dashed past at full
speed. It was a perfect whirlwind of sound breaking in upon the midnight silence of the
empty building.
The two runners, pursuer and pursued, had passed clean through them where they stood,
and already with a thud the boards below had received first one, then the other. Yet they
had seen absolutely nothing—not a hand, or arm, or face, or even a shred of flying
clothing. There came a second's pause. Then the first
one, the lighter of the two, obviously the pursued one, ran with uncertain footsteps
into the little room which Shorthouse and his aunt had just left. The heavier one followed.
There was a sound of scuffling, gasping, and smothered screaming; and then out on to the
landing came the step—of a single person treading weightily.
A dead silence followed for the space of half a minute, and then was heard a rushing sound
through the air. It was followed by a dull, crashing thud in the depths of the house below—on
the stone floor of the hall. Utter silence reigned after. Nothing moved.
The flame of the candle was steady. It had been
steady the whole time, and the air had been undisturbed by any movement whatsoever. Palsied
with terror, Aunt Julia, without waiting for her companion, began fum- bling her way downstairs;
she was crying gently to herself, and when Shorthouse put his arm round her and half
carried her he felt that she was trembling like a leaf. He went into the little room
and picked up the cloak from the floor, and, arm in arm, walking very slowly, without speaking
a word or looking once behind them, they marched down the three flights into the hall.
In the hall they saw nothing, but the whole way down the stairs they were conscious that
someone followed them; step by step; when they went faster IT was left behind, and when
they went more slowly IT caught them up. But never once did they look behind to see; and
at each turning of the staircase they lowered their eyes for fear of the following horror
they might see upon the stairs above. With trembling hands Shorthouse opened the
front door, and they walked out into the moonlight and drew a deep breath of the cool night air
blowing in from the sea.
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I could get used to the door-to-door service.
Don't get used to it, okay? I have some errands to run.
Thank you, baby.
Mhm.
Is that Lawrence? From Halsey street?
Oh, yeah.
I didn't tell you I gave him a job?
A job? Are you sure you can trust him?
Yeah, he's cool. He just got out of jail.
Oh, so you're hiring ex-cons now?
It's not like that.
Who's that?
That's Sasha. I didn't tell you about her either?
No, you didn't tell me about her either.
She's a cashier. She's a good kid.
Mhm. She's cute.
Is she? I didn't even notice.
Oh, you didn't notice that? Hm?
That's good.
You scared?
Should I be?
You might wanna be. Just a little.
Girl, you need to stop!
I told you, he doesn't like you.
No, he doesn't. If he did, he would've said something already.
Listen, I'm tired of you talking about him. You're so annoying.
Can you stop?
I said to stop.
Whatever—
You on your phone again?
Girl, let me call you later. Boss man is here.
And clean off this counter, what is all this?!
Just some designs I'm working on.
You did these?
Yes. I have dreams too, you know.
They're good. Really good.
I know.
The word is "thank you".
What do you mean my shipment was canceled?
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How far will one go to grab the hottest kicks when you're a legit sneak-freak?
The fact is, there are no limits if you're a true head.
Woodstack, where it's all wood. Sasha speaking.
May I ask who's calling?
Larc! Phone!
Yo shorty, who is it?
They wouldn't say.
I need my shipment!
You know what? I'm on my way there now.
How'd you find me here?
Yo, for real son, you're sweating me right now and it's not a good look.
I told you, I have your bread.
I just need—
Give me a little more time!
Yo, you for real?
Hello?
Yo! Hello?!
Yo, boy, I been texting and calling you for hours!
I didn't even get it!
Bro, you're a terrible liar. You stay on that phone 24/7!
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Yo, enough of the excuses, bro. I've seen that dude who robbed me, yo. We gotta run down on him.
Alright yeah, for sure.
Can it wait 'til tomorrow? 'Cause I'm first in line, I gotta make sure I at least get—
The OG's don't come out until the day after tomorrow. You know that!
Man, you know how these lines get, you don't wanna take no chances.
Bro, what we're gonna do is maybe gonna take a couple hours.
You're gonna be standing on this line for a couple days. I need to get my shit back!
Alright, alright.
Damn!
I made a sign.
It's him. I'm telling you.
So, you're saying the guy that robbed you is just some college kid?
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Son, you're really close to getting your street cred taken away.
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You sure he home?
No, but he lives here so, eventually he gotta come in or go out.
You right, you right.
You said he had a handpiece?
Yes.
Damn.
I mean, I didn't see it, but...you know, I heard him cock it.
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Should You Skip College? - Duration: 13:32.
For many of us, it was drilled into our brains from birth that college was a necessary step
to success.
And for many people, it is.
But not for everybody.
There are several downsides to getting a college education that we all seem to gloss over because
we've been convinced that it's a necessity.
College is a great time and leads to great things for lots of people, but it can result
in a net loss for others.
Whether it's worth it for you is a very tough decision for someone to make, especially
if they are just 18.
Too many jump into it without thinking.
And that's fine if you can go for free.
But that's usually not the case.
For most, it is a major investment; the biggest in their life so far.
We're not saying that you shouldn't go to college.
We're just saying take the time to think about it.
It's important to look at it not just as the assumed next step, but as an investment.
Like any investment, you should weigh the potential reward against the costs and risks.
And whatever you do, try to keep your debt down!
Note: The statistics in this article refer to American colleges.
If you live somewhere else, you'll have to do your own research.
Sorry!
10.
Only 53 Percent of Students Graduate in 6 Years or Less
College is often described by cynical older people as the best 4 years of your life.
While the idea of it being the best time of your life is often debated, people kind of
just accept the 4 years part.
That's the story that's told to us by society, by media, by the colleges themselves.
In fact, bachelor's degrees are often alternatively referred to as "4 year degrees."
However, if you look at how long it actually takes students to graduate, the term doesn't
really make much sense.
Unfortunately, barely half of all students graduate in 6 years.
You read that right: not 4 years, but 6.
The mythological 4 year college is a rare feat achieved only by a select few.
And almost half of students either drop out or haven't graduated after 6 years.
By 2015, only 53% of all students who had enrolled in 2009 had graduated.
The numbers aren't so bad if you're a traditional student attending an accredited
college.
The data also includes nontraditional students and those attending private, for-profit schools.
There's a lot of bad things to be said about for-profit schools, but one of the big ones
is that you are more likely to not finish on time.
Only around a third of students at for-profit colleges graduate in 6 years.
According to another report, women who enter school after the age of 20 take the longest
to finish, with an average of 9 years.
That's longer than it takes the average PhD student to finish their degree.
While going back to school is often regarded as an admirable move, it is a risky one.
9.
Education Costs are Rising Faster Than Inflation
The cost of education continues to rise and rise.
Well, you might say, prices for everything are rising.
It sucks, but it's just inflation.
That would make sense, but the cost of education continues to rise even though general inflation
has halted.
And even worse, financial aid isn't rising with it, so net prices are going up for all
students, even those from low income families.
Over the past 20 years, college cost have dramatically outpaced inflation.
According to the U.S . Bureau of Labor Statistics, inflation increase from 1995 through 2015
was around 55 percent.
So, how much higher do you think the increase for higher education was?
70 percent, 100?
It can't be much more than that, right?
Wrong.
The price of education at public, in-state universities (usually the cheapest options)
rose by a colossal 296 percent!
That's over 5 times greater than the inflation increase.
Colleges have increased their prices by a more moderate rate in the last few years,
but it doesn't really matter.
The net price has continued to increase because incomes and financial aid are increasing at
a lower rate.
Fortunately, students have been borrowing less recently, possibly because of an increase
in grants.
In the 2015-16 school year, students only borrowed $104 billion (haha, only), down from
the peak of $124 billion in 2010-11.
That's a small 20 billion dollar step in the right direction, we guess.
8.
Student Debt Has Reached a New High
American colleges set a record this year.
It's a record we've broken several times.
Unfortunately, it's not the record for best prepared students or most kick-ass parties
(although we might win that as well).
Once again, student debt in the US is higher than it has ever been before.
All told, the student debt is a frightening $1.31 trillion.
Debt has increased consistently over the last 18 years, and outstanding loans have doubled
since 2009.
This is more of an increase than in any other form of household debt.
Total, it's now the second biggest form of household debt, ranking behind only mortgages.
Decreases in borrowing in the last couple years has not been enough to slow down debt
growth.
This debt is spread among 44 million borrowers, but that's still a pretty hefty amount per
person.
The average graduate in 2016 had over $37,000 in debt.
It's sounds absurd that so many people start off their careers with negative money.
But it's a sad truth that most people who attend college will graduate with less money
than when they started.
7.
40 Percent of Those with Student Loans Aren't Paying
Needing to pay off all that debt really sucks.
Having to scrape together the money each month to pay on time must be really stressful.
Well, almost half of graduates aren't actually paying, because they can't.
40% of students can't pay, representing over $200 billion in federal student loans.
That's not even taking into account students with private loans.
And if you don't pay, it just gets way worse.
If you default on a loan, the government can take money out of your wages, hold your tax
refund, or even sue you.
We gotta assume the odds are against you when you go against an establishment that big.
Imagine playing chess against the US Chess Federation.
The government, whoever that means in this case, probably knows the court system way
better than you.
So, let's recap.
The average loan amount is almost $40,000, debt is higher than ever, barely half of all
students graduate in 6 years, and it just keeps getting more expensive each year.
And guess what?
There's more.
6.
The Cost of Textbooks is Also Rising Faster Than Tuition
Tuition isn't the only cost associated with college.
Housing, travel, and fees also get added on top.
Way too many students are spending money they don't have to study abroad while not taking
classes.
That's optional, so while still upsetting, can be avoided.
However, textbooks are an expense that cannot be avoided.
At least, that's what the schools and the textbook publishers want you to believe.
Textbooks make up a surprisingly large chunk of students expenses.
Costs can vary wildly based on classes, but The College Board recommends students budget
around $1,200 per year for books and supplies.
And this is way more than they used to cost.
Since 2006, the average textbook cost has risen by 73 percent.
That's 4 times faster than inflation.
It's important to save money however you can, especially when the total cost is so
large.
And sometimes textbooks aren't really necessary to do well in a class.
We're not saying don't buy your books.
But do some research; see if other students can tell you if you need the book.
Or, just wait until the first day and ask the professor.
5.
Higher Application Rates Makes Things Harder for Students and Colleges
Since applying to college has become easier, students have been applying to more and more
colleges each year.
Because of this, colleges end up having fewer students that are accepted attend.
This makes it difficult for the colleges to plan their budgets, because they aren't
sure what enrollment will look like.
It also makes getting accepted more competitive, and gives an advantage to wealthy students
who can afford to apply to many more schools.
This is essentially a problem of economics.
The demand for college is so high, but the supply of it (at any particular college) is
limited.
Every student wants to go to the best school they can.
Because of this imbalance, colleges can charge exorbitantly high prices, and will still be
able to meet their admissions quotas.
This often leads to a difficult dilemma for decent but not excellent students.
They often have to choose between paying to go somewhere "prestigious" or taking a
scholarship to go to a less well respected school.
One might argue that this pollutes our so-called meritocracy.
As long as money is a factor in who gets to go to which school, a true meritocracy is
impossible.
4.
Students are Stressed, Socialize Less, and Rate Their Well Being at Record Low Levels
One of the criticisms often hurled at the youth is that they are lazy.
That they don't know what it was like back in the day, when the previous generation worked
harder and had less fun than they could possibly imagine.
In many cases this is true.
Especially if applied to physical labor, which the younger generation definitely does less
off.
But when it comes to school work, the lazy moniker doesn't really ring true.
In fact, school has probably become harder over time, not easier.
As college has become more rigorous and the focus on admissions has increased, students
have been increasingly focusing on studying and spending less time socializing and making
friends.
According to a survey, college freshman spent half as much time hanging out with friends
than students from 1987, when the survey was first given.
Because of increasing pressure to succeed, students today feel more stressed than any
time before.
According to a survey, students emotional well-being is also at record low levels.
College is shown in media as being a place of constant partying and sex and relaxing,
but this is far from an accurate picture.
Too many students aren't having enough fun.
3.
You Probably Can't Go to Your First Choice, Even if You Get In
Here's some seemingly bright news: most students get into their first choice school!
In fact, over 75% of students get admitted to their top choice.
Unfortunately, less than 60% of students can afford to actually attend.
Let's say you're a high school student in Iowa and you get into your dream school,
UC Berkeley.
You'll be excited, until you realize you can't afford to go without taking out crazy
amounts of debt.
So you're faced with a choice: take out a fortune to go where you want, or go to Iowa
like all your other friends whose parents can't pay for them to leave.
Not to dig on Iowa (we're sure it's a great place in many ways), but not everyone
wants to stay there.
But many students are forced to because of money.
This is especially prevalent if the school you want to go to is out of state.
While the average tuition and fees of an in-state college is under $10,000, out-of-state is
around $25,000 – two and a half times greater because of where you live.
Does that sound fair to you?
One might counter that it has to do with state taxes, but that has nothing to do with a high
school student.
Their parents pay taxes; they don't.
Why should they be so limited because of where their parents choose to live?
2.
You Won't Necessarily Learn Much
Apart from the economic benefits, college is supposed to teach you critical thinking
skills.
As many annoying liberal arts college recruiters say, they help teach you "how to think."
However, for many students, they don't accomplish even that one Orwellian sounding goal.
School is supposed to be a place of higher learning.
And sure, all students will learn some new facts that they didn't know before.
But in a study, a full 45 percent of students showed no significant improvement in their
critical thinking, reasoning, and writing skills during the first two years of school.
After 4 years, 36 percent still showed no improvement.
That's a terrible outcome.
Imagine if you signed up for a martial arts school and 4 years later you weren't any
better at fighting.
You'd be pretty mad, wouldn't you?
Because the school told you they were going to give you a specific result, which you paid
a lot of money for.
To some, that might be cause to call the whole thing a scam.
Not to us, but to some.
1.
There Are Several Alternatives
First off, college is the right choice for a lot of people.
But if you're going to go, do a ton of research on cost, reputation, teaching, and career
outcomes.
Unless you get a scholarship, your in-state university will probably be the best value.
For some, going to school overseas might actually be cheaper.
You have to figure out what's gonna work best for you, and that might not be going
at all.
But, if you're not going to go to college, what are you supposed to do?
Just stay at home and play Mario Kart?
As fun as that sounds, you probably don't want to do that for the rest of your life.
And even if you do, your parents probably won't be thrilled about it.
Luckily, there are several legitimate alternatives out there.
You can start off at community college, which is generally much cheaper and will get you
through your first two years of prereqs.
If you prefer working with your hands, you can try to get an apprenticeship of some kind.
You can learn a trade like plumbing or welding.
You could enlist in the military.
Or, if you feel you're up to it, you could even
start your own business.
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