´The Landlady`own ending
English Hall
´No, my dear,` she said. ´Only you.`.......
And now another queer thing happend to him. He was pulled towards the stairs, slowly but steadily, he moved towards the first steps. He knew this wasn´t right but all attemps resisting this mysterious force seemed useless. Second by second, step by step, he moved further up the stairs. The first flour passed, but he didn´t even notice; he was paralized by the giggling he heared from downstaired, which got fainter and fainter by every step he made. The hand rail seemed to go on for ever and ever, and the stairs seemed to go further apart with every step he made. He reached the second floor and eventhough he had only covered a small distance by now, it seemed like an eternity to Billy. This time he managed to take a quick look into the corridor and he saw a rather strange thing. His suitcase wasn´t in his chair wher he had put it, generally his suitcase was nowhere tob be seen, furthermore none of the coats he had hung up wher there.
Furthermore the bedclothes had been changed and a hot water-bottle was in the middle of the bed. ´When did she get time to change this?` billy asked himself, but before he could think of an answer he was pulled further up the stairs. It seems that he was going towards a third floor, but he had never noticed one before. Still everything seemed as homly and tidy as the rest of the house. He again tried to resist going up further: ´I´m not supposed tob e here, I´m only allowed in the second floor!`he thought to himself. And as if the landlady had heared his thoughts she said ´Don´t worry my dear, ist fine that you go upstairs, you should be ther, it is meant for you.` An icecold shiver ran down Billy´s back, but he still couldnt seem too stop. When he finally reached the third floor he saw three doors infront of him. He slowly strolled towards the first door and read the sign on it. When he realized what the sign said his eyes widened in horror. The
´No, my dear,` she said. ´Only you.`.......
And now another queer thing happend to him. He was pulled towards the stairs, slowly but steadily, he moved towards the first steps. He knew this wasn´t right but all attemps resisting this mysterious force seemed useless. Second by second, step by step, he moved further up the stairs. The first flour passed, but he didn´t even notice; he was paralized by the giggling he heared from downstaired, which got fainter and fainter by every step he made. The hand rail seemed to go on for ever and ever, and the stairs seemed to go further apart with every step he made. He reached the second floor and eventhough he had only covered a small distance by now, it seemed like an eternity to Billy. This time he managed to take a quick look into the corridor and he saw a rather strange thing. His suitcase wasn´t in his chair wher he had put it, generally his suitcase was nowhere tob be seen, furthermore none of the coats he had hung up wher there.
Furthermore the bedclothes had been changed and a hot water-bottle was in the middle of the bed. ´When did she get time to change this?` billy asked himself, but before he could think of an answer he was pulled further up the stairs. It seems that he was going towards a third floor, but he had never noticed one before. Still everything seemed as homly and tidy as the rest of the house. He again tried to resist going up further: ´I´m not supposed tob e here, I´m only allowed in the second floor!`he thought to himself. And as if the landlady had heared his thoughts she said ´Don´t worry my dear, ist fine that you go upstairs, you should be ther, it is meant for you.` An icecold shiver ran down Billy´s back, but he still couldnt seem too stop. When he finally reached the third floor he saw three doors infront of him. He slowly strolled towards the first door and read the sign on it. When he realized what the sign said his eyes widened in horror. The