General Zaroff's Attacks: A Fictional Narrative
I spotted the light flickering by the doorway in the entry hall, signaling that someone was at the door. Another poor innocent soul, soon to be murdered by General Zaroff. I stepped up to the large wooden door, grabbed my black, long-barreled revolver and turned the brass knob. I looked upon the visitor with great curiosity, as he was naked. The revolver was pointed at his beating heart. His eyes showed a slight glimmer of fear, yet he gave a reassuring smile. His mouth began to move and I could only make out two words. Robber and yacht...
General Zaroff appeared to welcome the new guest. I could make out a few words that were being spoken but couldn’t process the conversation as I cannot hear sound and am unable to speak. They talked for about
10 minutes before Zaroff gave me the signal to take the man inside and get him some clothes. I silently saluted and stepped inside the house and up the staircase, into the General’s room. His large white quilted bed was neatly made and the pillows had previously been fluffed. I picked a black evening suit. He stepped in the room just as I pulled them off of the hanger. I laid them on the mattress and ran my hand over the fabric of the suit to smooth out the wrinkles. I then left the room and waited in the hall, as to give him some privacy.
Once he appeared, I turned and led him down the stairs into a magnificent dining hall. The general was already seated at the oak table. The guest looked around, examining the animal heads and furniture laid about the room.
General Zaroff appeared to welcome the new guest. I could make out a few words that were being spoken but couldn’t process the conversation as I cannot hear sound and am unable to speak. They talked for about
10 minutes before Zaroff gave me the signal to take the man inside and get him some clothes. I silently saluted and stepped inside the house and up the staircase, into the General’s room. His large white quilted bed was neatly made and the pillows had previously been fluffed. I picked a black evening suit. He stepped in the room just as I pulled them off of the hanger. I laid them on the mattress and ran my hand over the fabric of the suit to smooth out the wrinkles. I then left the room and waited in the hall, as to give him some privacy.
Once he appeared, I turned and led him down the stairs into a magnificent dining hall. The general was already seated at the oak table. The guest looked around, examining the animal heads and furniture laid about the room.