根本就沒有樓梯!明顯可以看出，很久以前樓梯就塌了，樓梯井足足有十英尺高，底下地窖的地板上摞著一堆不知道多少年了的老木頭纏在一起。可是，坎迪發(fā)誓說她看見了有人從樓上的窗戶走過。于是我們更仔細地繼續(xù)搜索，每個人都很小心，因為大家都知道房子已經(jīng)年久失修了。我們并沒發(fā)現(xiàn)其他的樓梯，而且絕對不可能有辦法到樓上去?？隙ㄓ忻孛芪覀冞€沒發(fā)現(xiàn)。我們正在搜尋的時候，聽到外面卡車門砰的一聲關(guān)上了，因為是擅自闖進來的，于是我們趕忙從后門出去了。

我不知道坎迪是不是看見了鬼，或者有人能像猩猩那樣爬上樓去，總之一切都沒有定論。一年后人們拆了老房子，隨后一座漂亮的現(xiàn)代建筑矗立在那里。我就在想，新房子的主人會不會有夜半來客呢…

　　英文故事3

It was in the middle of winter and I was staying after school to rehearse for a dance production I was in. When it had ended, I asked for my mum to come and pick me up but she was at her Bridge Club. My friends offered me lifts home but I said I would walk, being in the active mood. I walked outside and it was already really dark. I looked at my watch and the time was 7:30.

I walked for about 20 minutes until I came to the alleyway that lead to my house. This alleyway is known to be quite dangerous. Many people have been mugged down in broad daylight, including me. Anyway, I started walking down the alleyway, and luckily the street lamps were still on. As I was about a quarter of the way down it, I had a sudden urge to look behind me, being kinda paranoid about things. When I looked behind, I thought I saw the figure of a man. He looked strangely familiar. His silhouette showed a top hat, a coat which fanned out at the top and bottom and he appeared rather tall. I looked closer and fear swept over me as I saw what looked like a long knife in his hand. I turned around and started walking faster, being careful not to run as he might chase after. It wasn't long before I had another urge to turn around, and when I did, he wasn't there.

Breathed a sigh of relief and caught my breath a bit. Feeling like I must have imagined it through paranoia, I turned back around. I couldn't help myself, I screamed petrifying as the same figure was in front of me, only a lot, lot closer. I could clearly see the details of his clothes, the knife, and then history caught up with me. The figure I saw was the deathly figure of the infamous Jack the Ripper. I didn't know what to do then. Jack the Ripper died a long time ago, didn't he? I turned on my heel and started to run but my body didn't move. Someone was grabbing on to my arm, I slowly turned my head and a horrifying face startled me. His eyes were grey and bloodshot with huge black bags underneath them. His skin looked as if it was burnt and sore, and his teeth were yellow, but there were cracks in them with a red stain.

I screamed again and tried to get my arm free but the man had pushed me on to the ground. He kneeled down over me and moved the knife close to my stomach. I screamed in pain as the knife cut the surface layer of my skin. I couldn't lie there and let him kill me, so I bit the hand which was over my mouth and wriggled away from him. I ran back in the direction of my house but I forgot about my school bag which I had dropped while trying to get away. I then fell and smacked my head against the pavement. As everything went black, a tear came from my eye as I saw his boots stop near my side. I smiled a bit as I would not have to feel the pain as he mutilated my body.

To my surprise, I woke up in my bed the next morning. I thought I was dreaming and that I would have to go through that boring school day again, but as I sat up, a sharp pain cut through my stomach. I lifted up my top and saw a knife shaped wound. My mum came in my room, and saw I was awake. She asked if I was ok now and I asked her what had happened. She showed me a newspaper article about a guy who had been going around dressed as Jack the Ripper and killing girls. He claimed to be Jack's grandson. I asked if that was the guy who did the same thing to me, and why he didn't kill me. She said that someone had seen me fall and ran to help me, the person had also said that he had seen a man run away as he approached.

I asked if we could send a card to the man to thank him but my mum said that there was no need as he was in the sitting room. I got out of bed and went downstairs to thank him. When I got there, the guy looked like he was really tall. My dad was in there talking to me and he told me the story of how the guy was feeling when he saw the Ripper guy run away. I went to shake the mans hand, and froze in fear, when the man smiled, his teeth were yellow, and they had cracks stained with something red...

那是隆冬的一天，放學(xué)后我仍然留在學(xué)校，因為要參加舞蹈演出的一次排練。排練結(jié)束后，我打電話給母親問她是否來接我回家，但是她說她正在橋牌俱樂部玩牌。朋友們說可以載我回家，但我剛排完舞，心情特別好，想自己走走，所以就沒坐同學(xué)的車。我走出學(xué)校，天已經(jīng)完全黑了，看了眼手表，現(xiàn)在是七點半鐘。

走了將近二十分鐘，前面是一條小巷，通往我家。大家都知道這條小巷非常危險。這里即便是大白天也會有搶劫發(fā)生，很多人都遭遇過了，其中也包括我在內(nèi)。但是我還是沿著這條路走下去了，不過很幸運此時路燈亮著。走了將近四分之一的距離，總是感覺在身后有什么東西在跟著我，所以我忍不住想回頭看個究竟。我向后望去，看見了仿佛是一個人影，而且看起來是那么的熟悉。他看上去身材高大，戴著一頂尖尖的帽子，身上的大衣從領(lǐng)口到下擺像一個扇面一樣伸展開來。我定睛觀看，隨即發(fā)現(xiàn)他手里好像拿著一把長長的匕首，當時我被嚇得魂飛魄散。我轉(zhuǎn)過身，大踏步地向前走，但是恐怕他會追我所以不敢跑起來。不久，我又想回頭看，但是當我再回過頭去的時候，他已經(jīng)不在那了。

我如釋重負，長出了一口氣，也許那是我的幻覺。我轉(zhuǎn)回身來，哇!那個影子正在我的前面，而且比剛才近了很多，我不由自主地驚聲尖叫起來。他的衣服還有手中的匕首都清楚地出現(xiàn)在我面前，剎那間往事浮現(xiàn)在我腦海里。這不就是那個臭名昭著的兇手杰克死時的樣子嗎?我手足無措了，兇手杰克不是死了很久了嗎?我想撒腿就跑但是身子卻動不了。有人抓住了我的胳膊，我緩緩地轉(zhuǎn)過頭來，那張可怕的臉嚇得我魂不附體?；疑难劬Τ錆M了血絲，下方垂著兩個巨大的眼袋，烏黑的一片。看上去像是被燒焦了的皮膚，又像是潰爛了的樣子，以及滿嘴的黃牙，裂開了，布滿了紅色的斑點。

我再一次歇斯底里般的狂叫，試圖把胳膊抽回來，但是被他一把按倒在地。他用膝蓋抵著我，匕首伸向我的胃部。我的皮膚被割開了，我痛苦的嘶叫著。我不能夠躺在那任他宰割，我在他捂著我嘴的手上猛咬了一口，然后掙扎著跑開了。我朝著我家的方向跑去，我的書包在我掙扎的時候掉在了地上，但是我忘記了。后來我摔倒了，頭撞倒了人行道上。當看到他的雙腳站在我旁邊時，我絕望了，一滴眼淚順著臉頰流下來。我露出了些許的微笑，我再也不用忍受他對我身體的蹂躪了。

令我驚訝的是，第二天早上我醒來時發(fā)現(xiàn)在我的床上。我想我是做了個夢，于是我回想著在學(xué)校那無聊的一天(我又得象平時那樣上那沒勁透頂?shù)膶W(xué)了)。我坐起來，但是感到了鉆心的疼痛。我揭開繃帶，看見一道明顯的傷口。母親進來了，見我醒了，便問我是否感覺好了一些。我問她都發(fā)生了什么事情，母親給我看報紙上的一篇報道，講一個人自稱是兇手杰克的孫子，故意打扮得像是杰克并殺害年輕的女孩。我問母親對我下毒手的是不是那個人呢?那么為什么他不殺了我呢?母親說有人見我摔倒在那便過去幫助我，這個人還說他看見有個人在他過去的時候逃跑了。

我問母親是否我們應(yīng)該寄一張賀卡給這個人表示感謝呢，母親說不必了，因為他此時正在客廳里。于是我下了床，下樓去向他表示謝意。我到了客廳，那個人看上去可真高。父親和我講了事情的經(jīng)過，告訴了我這個人眼看著兇手逃走。我趕忙過去握他的手，剎那間我毛骨悚然——當他向我微笑的時候，我看見他滿嘴的黃牙，都已裂開了，布滿了紅色的斑點……

　　英文故事4

We moved in our new house. The house has cathedral ceilings up and down, and the only attic space was in the adjoining wall from my son’s room, which is above the kitchen. It is about twelve feet long, and its highest point is about five feet, and then it tapers down from the angle of the roof...

The first thing I noticed that was odd was that it had been nailed shut. Not just with a few nails but about twelve long ominous ones…The former occupant was either attempting to stop someone getting in….Or out.

The house is in a very nice neighborhood with a creek nearby, the mountains nicely within view and a multitude of parks… It was upon the third night that we first heard something out of sorts…A scratching noise above the kitchen. I told my wife and son that we must have a trapped animal in the attic space, perhaps a rat. Yet, for some unexplainable reason my imagination kept considering a far more sinister prospect... Whatever the course I was going to have to investigate…

That Saturday my wife went off shoe shopping and left me and my son to attend to a variety of 'honey do's". Towards the top of the list was investigating the attic.

It was the last task I completed that day. Finally I could no longer procrastinate, and retrieved my tool box from the garage and, with Jonathan eagerly at my heel we slowly marched upstairs. My dog Tasha was as usual also by my side…

We went into Jonathan's room and into the corner where the wood panel is nailed into place. The angle from the attic continues up in my son's room, so there is only five- foot height outside the panel...

I sighed and set my tool box down, and banged my head in the process. This entertained my son but only irritated me further. I pulled my hammer from the box and with much effort I eventually pulled out the first nail…It was six inches long. The strange thing was after that first nail got out, Tasha started whining and licking my hand…Eventually she was so much of a distraction that I had to ask Jonathan to take her downstairs…

It must have taken three quarters of an hour to get the first eleven nails out…It was a warm afternoon, and my salty sweat was starting to drip down my forehead and burn my eyes…I was just drying off my eyes when I thought I heard something from inside the space… A rustlingnoise and the noise however slight, was a noise nonetheless, this could only mean one thing that something was moving in there, just a few feet from where I was now sitting. The look on my son’s face was transformed to a bored look, to one of slight fear. Perhaps he was somehow in tune to my thoughts, or maybe he could also sense that things were not quiet right with this attic. I considered simply nailing the board back into place…Yet part of me could not do that. I simply had to know…

So I took a deep breath and worked on the last nail. As it slipped from the place it had obviously been situated in years, the board came free. The first thing that we became aware of was the smell…It reminded me of rotting meat. As there were no lights put into the space, I sent Jonathan back down to the garage to retrieve the most powerful flashlight I own…He raced down with the exuberance of a ten year old and was back moments later.

Jonathan looked at me.

I looked at Jonathan.

"Well," he said, "are you going in or not?"

Now surely I could not disappoint the only person who considered me afraid of nothing? I edged into the space and fired up the flashlight…I was completely taken aback by the sight that met my eyes…And quickly exited. I had noticed three things…a baby’s rattle, an old-fashioned teddy bear and what looked to be a baby…

As I re-entered the attic, with a more rational mind, and discovered what had appeared to be a baby was only in fact a doll. I sent Jonathan to get my camera and we took this photograph. I chuckled to myself at how my mind had twisted the situation…We left the door unnailed, just resting against the gaping hole, and continued on with the day. We did not think much more of it until that evening whilst we were watching television; we once more heard the noise. But this time it was significantly louder.

That morning, I once again stuck my head in to the attic, and this time I almost screamed…Not from what I saw, but from what I did not see. The doll had vanished.

I quickly nailed up the panel again…And to this day I have never again ventured inside our attic…And yes, on occasion, we still do hear strange noises coming from that space.