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ÏÎÈÑÊ:Writing a story ê ó÷åáíèêó Þ. À. Êîìàðîâîé 11 êëàññ ñ ïåðåâîäîì (Øêîëüíûå ñî÷èíåíèÿ)Paragraph 1: As soon as Sarah stepped out of the car, she knew something wasn't right. The air was thick with tension, and the only sound was the chilling whistle of the wind. She had a feeling that this was going to be a long night. Paragraph 2: The old abandoned mansion stood ominously before her, its once grand walls now crumbling and dilapidated. Ivy had crept up the sides, entangling itself around the shutters and door handles, while the trees surrounding the property seemed to be reaching out with skeletal fingers, as if trying to pull you into their clutches. Paragraph 3: Sarah had been hired to investigate the mansion, which had previously belonged to a wealthy family who had disappeared without a trace, leaving all their possessions behind. She made her way inside, her heart pounding with anticipation. As she stepped into the hallway, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up - there was a strange energy in the air. She quickly unholstered her flashlight, determined to uncover the truth. Paragraph 4: The further Sarah ventured into the mansion, the stranger things became. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and the floorboards creaked ominously beneath her feet. As she made her way upstairs, she heard a faint whispering, which seemed to grow louder with each step. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, but she knew she had to keep going. Finally, she reached the end of the hallway and entered a spacious room, where a small bed was pushed up against the far wall. As she shone her flashlight around the room, her eyes fell upon a diary lying on the bed - it appeared to have been written by the young daughter of the family, Elizabeth. Paragraph 5: Sarah opened the diary and began to read. The more she read, the clearer the picture became - the family had been plagued by strange occurrences, and eventually, things had spiraled out of control. Elizabeth wrote about seeing figures in the mirrors, hearing voices in the walls, and waking up with a sensation of being watched. One night, when the family had decided they couldn't take it anymore, they disappeared without a trace. . . With a chill running down her spine, Sarah realized she had uncovered the truth behind the mansion's dark secret. As she made her way out of the abandoned property, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being followed. But as she turned around, there was no one there. The mansion stood silent and empty once again - a testament to the horrors that had taken place within its walls.
Ïàðàãðàô 1: Êàê òîëüêî Ñàðà âûøëà èç ìàøèíû, îíà ïî÷óâñòâîâàëà, ÷òî ÷òî-òî íå òàê. Âîçäóõ áûë íàïîëíåí íàïðÿæåíèåì, è åäèíñòâåííûé çâóê, êîòîðûé ïîñòèãàë åå, áûë õîëîäíûé ñâèñò âåòðà. Ó íåå áûëî îùóùåíèå, ÷òî ýòî áóäåò äîëãàÿ íî÷ü. Ïàðàãðàô 2: Ñòàðûé çàáðîøåííûé îñîáíÿê ñòîÿë ïåðåä íåé óãðîæàþùå, åãî êîãäà-òî âåëè÷åñòâåííûå ñòåíû òåïåðü ðóøèëèñü è ïàäàëè. Ïëþù ïðîáèðàëñÿ ââåðõ ïî ñòåíàì, ñïëåòàÿñü âîêðóã ñòàâíåé è ðó÷åê äâåðåé, òîãäà êàê äåðåâüÿ, îêðóæàþùèå ó÷àñòîê, êàçàëèñü âûòÿíóòûìè ñêåëåòíûìè ïàëüöàìè, ñëîâíî ïûòàþùèìèñÿ çàòàùèòü òåáÿ â ñâîè îáúÿòèÿ. Ïàðàãðàô 3: Ñàðó íàíÿëè äëÿ ðàññëåäîâàíèÿ îñîáíÿêà, êîòîðûé ðàíåå ïðèíàäëåæàë áîãàòîé ñåìüå, è êîòîðàÿ èñ÷åçëà áåç âåñòè, îñòàâèâ âñå ñâîå èìóùåñòâî. Îíà çàøëà âíóòðü, ñåðäöå êîëîòèëîñü â îæèäàíèè. Êîãäà îíà âîøëà â õîëë, âîëîñû íà åå øåå âñòàëè äûáîì — â âîçäóõå áûëà ñòðàííàÿ ýíåðãåòèêà. Îíà áûñòðî äîòÿíóëàñü äî ôîíàðèêà, íàñòðîåííàÿ ðàñêðûòü ïðàâäó. Ïàðàãðàô 4: ×åì äàëüøå Ñàðà ïðîíèêàëà â îñîáíÿê, òåì ñòðàííåå ñòàíîâèëîñü âñå âîêðóã íåå. Îáîè îòêëåèâàëèñü îò ñòåí, à ïîëîâûå äîñêè ñêðèïåëè çëîâåùå ïîä íîãàìè. Ïîäíèìàÿñü íà âòîðîé ýòàæ, îíà óñëûøàëà ñëàáîå øåïòàíèå, êîòîðîå êàçàëîñü ñòàíîâèëîñü ãðîì÷å ñ êàæäûì øàãîì. Îíà ìîãëà ÷óâñòâîâàòü, êàê åå ñåðäöå áüåòñÿ â ãðóäè, íî îíà çíàëà ÷òî äîëæíà ïðîäîëæàòü. Íàêîíåö, îíà äîáðàëàñü äî êîíöà êîðèäîðà è âîøëà â ïðîñòîðíóþ êîìíàòó, ãäå íåáîëüøàÿ êðîâàòü áûëà óáðàíà ê ñòåíå. Ïðîñâåòèâ ôîíàðèêîì ïî êîìíàòå, åå ãëàçà óïàëè íà äíåâíèê, ëåæàùèé íà êðîâàòè. Êàçàëîñü, ÷òî îí áûë íàïèñàí ìîëîäîé äî÷åðüþ ñåìüè, ïî èìåíè Ýëèçàáåò. Ïàðàãðàô 5: Ñàðà îòêðûëà äíåâíèê è íà÷àëà ÷èòàòü. ×åì áîëüøå îíà ÷èòàëà, òåì ÿñíåå ñòàíîâèëàñü êàðòèíà — ñåìüþ ïðåñëåäîâàëè ñòðàííûå ÿâëåíèÿ è â èòîãå âñå âûøëî èç-ïîä êîíòðîëÿ. Ýëèçàáåò ïèñàëà î òîì, ÷òî âèäåëà ôèãóðû â çåðêàëàõ, ñëûøàëà ãîëîñà â ñòåíàõ, è ïðîñûïàëàñü ñ îùóùåíèåì òîãî, ÷òî íà íå¸ ñìîòðÿò. Îäíàæäû íî÷üþ ñåìüÿ ðåøèëà óáåæàòü îò âñåõ ýòèõ êîøìàðîâ, è ïðîïàëà áåç âåñòè... Ñàðà, ÷óâñòâóÿ õîëîä ïî ñïèíå, îñîçíàëà, ÷òî ðàñêðûëà òàéíó òåìíîòû, ñêðûâàåìóþ äàâíûì-äàâíî â îñîáíÿêå. Âûõîäÿ èç çàáðîøåííîãî çäàíèÿ, îíà íå ìîãëà èçáàâèòüñÿ îò îùóùåíèÿ, ÷òî å¸ êòî-òî ïðåñëåäóåò. Íî êîãäà îíà ïîâåðíóëàñü, òàì íèêîãî íå áûëî. Îñîáíÿê ñòîÿë ñíîâà ìîë÷àëèâûì è ïóñòûì — ñâèäåòåëü óæàñîâ, êîòîðûå ïðîèçîøëè âíóòðè åãî ñòåí. Îáíîâëåíî: Îïóáëèêîâàë(à): Anton99 Âíèìàíèå! Ñïàñèáî çà âíèìàíèå. Ïîëåçíûé ìàòåðèàë ïî òåìå
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