The Tempestuous Eve: My Scholastic Dread
Posted on 10/31/2022 - 3 minute read
Rain and wind slapped against the side of my friend’s house. It was an old, creaky house in the northeast, and thunder shook the walls. My friend and I didn’t mind, though. Nestled on a worn couch in the small den, we relished in the solace of that poorly lit, cramped space—a comfort amidst the storm understood only by people who have lived in cold, rainy places. A shared sense of victory, too, enflamed our spirits. Finals week was almost over. I had only had one task remaining—to pen the last paragraph of my final essay. Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating rain drops creeping down the window. Thunder crashed, shaking the lonely house. Little did I know, my victory dance was about to turn into a macabre tango of terror.
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