Preface (I)
I am a raconteur, and therefore decided to tell a novel story about friends in an lavish lake house with a creepy basement. The idea for this story was transient, it came to me this morning and I had forgotten it by noon. I had a lassitude so I decided to finally type it up now, at the deleterious time of 6 pm, when the panic of Monday's test sets in. I feel quite impassioned about this story that came into my head. Although I should make it concise, I will make it fervent and a relic of my mind. A note before I start; I won't be about the government will not be able to
censure what I say, because I came up with it on my own. (That was an allusion to the ominous SOPA law, which I do not exalt of; in fact I'm very intimidated that the law will pass.) Anyways enough of my prodigal introduction. I hope you're not a fastidious reader, don't upbraid me because it's not a terse blog post. (I know you're probably heedful about all the other blog posts you have to read. I used all the vocabulary words so it is quite long.) Let me tell you, this story is not derivative, and it quite unprecedented.
Inception (II)
The aggregate of us was five. Five non phlegmatic friends had shown up at the remote contemporary house in the lake house they rented, near the obsolete volatile nuclear plant. I thought the power plant was not very congenial. I was afraid the nuclear plant would have leaked into the lake. Paige, the short blonde convivial girl who enjoyed prattling on about a plethora of things (including things that are trivial), showed up first. She was jocular and bellicose, because she had felt like a pariah waiting for everyone to show up. Although she figured that feeling would be trifling once everybody showed up. Abby, the erudite brunette with a chary personality, showed up next and venerated Paige with a hug. Leni, the girl with red hair, came next. When it came to clothes, she was very rhetorical. She didn't care where she got the clothes from, she'd get them just because of the way they looked. She seemed to be very thrifty with clothes. She was very cordial and exuberant to be seeing everybody. Troy, a tall cryptic stealthy guy who spoke with eloquence, came after Leni. He always seemed like he was emaciated because he's a glutton but yet still so skinny. He had a great ability to allay everyone when they were upset. He was the oldest, I always think of him as authority. He is also very affable towards everyone. I was wary because I had shown up last due to gingerly saying goodbye to my dog. (I'm not itinerant, I usually stay at home all the time.) I had a languor once I arrived from the long car ride. We all started talking and said how we had been sad that our archaic last meeting was ephemeral and we barely had time to eat our dinner. Since I was feeling munificent (not toady!) I had placed a large largess box that I got from a frugal market on the kitchen table with a clamor. I was happy to see the excitement of everyone, I was glad to be eulogized. Abby was shocked to see a box, so she looked inside with a quandary expression. Her expression had mollified once she saw the cake was vanilla. She was odious towards chocolate cake. We weren't concerned about the cake not being alimentary. We all had sat around the table in chairs. Leni took the first bite with her fork before I cut the cake. I hoped it wasn't insipid. We all were effervescent, no one could be disputatious about a cake. That is until Leni had stridently fallen backwards in her chair and fainted. Everyone looked at me. I knew what they were thinking.
Was the cake baneful? I gulped.
Someone from the market I went to must have been a sly killer. Who could be such a misanthrope? They must all think I have surreptitiously got this cake full of poison. This
nice night had turned into a debacle. I worried everyone would hate me, and berate me. They thought it was my fault for the adversary in the cake.
Troy moved Leni's quiescent body to the couch. He checked to see if she was still breathing.
She was. I felt ponderous and sweaty. Everyone wasn't extolling me about the cake anymore. The news of the cake wasn't mellifluous anymore. I was going to be chastised and rebuked. I attempted resolving the situation.
"I didn't do anything, I bought the cake on an imprudent idea. I didn't for it to happen! I swear!" I sobbed. I was going to do anything to placate my fellow friends. Being arrogent an idea came to my head.
"I'll run to the store and grab an antidote for Leni!" I quickly said.
"I don't trust you. If something even worse happens I don't want to be involved" Paige said ambivalently. She was a narcissist ever since the cops caught her for something she didn't do. (She was recalcitrant at the time, and I think that's why the cops didn't believe her.)
"Everyone calm down." Troy attempted to mitigate us. Paige was cantankerous and pugnacious. Abby and I were obsequiece.
"I'll go and get the antidote, everyone else be sedentary." Abby had said willfully and nonchalantly. She was truly altruistic and an opportunist, so everyone had nodded. I had given her money, and so had Paige. Troy was parsimonious so he did not give money. As she walked to the accessible door I noticed Leni open an eye and close it again.
She was going to be okay. The cake wasn't virulent. Paige was still intractable but I sluggishly sat on the couch next to Leni waiting for her to calm down. The air felt arid and thick with contentious thoughts.
The cake was superfluous and detrimental to the fun time we were going to ha-
My thoughts were cut off by a din coming from another room. We all were vigilant and I started to shake. Paige was unwavering. Today certainly wasn't vapid.
"Basement?" Troy said succinctly.
"Who cares?" Said Paige, who was being a skeptic.
"You're being pretentious." I replied without thought.
"YOU POISONED CAKE!" Paige yelled colloquially. I was suprised she wasn't unobtrusive. She couldn't have been more not indifferent about it. She was being insolent and egotistical.
"I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO IT! I was only being philanthropic!" I said, trying to pacify the situation. I was only using my integrity. Troy was discerning and quickly spoke again.
"Basement." Troy repeated. "You're both hampering the situation. Let's try to debunk this obscure " Troy deprecated us, opening the basement door. He certainly had quieted fishy down, recounting the situation like that. Inside the basement was obscure. He flickered on the lights and we all noticed the antiquity and how scary it was.
"Let's coalesce so we don't get lost, alright?" Troy said as we climbed down past the superficial first floor of the house. The basement was indigent of getting a makeover. It looked like the middle ages down there. I thought coming down was petty compared to the cake, but I was just glad Troy and Paige were focused on something else.
I really didn't do it. What could have caused Leni to faint?
I looked around. There was just more and more stairs, it was a labyrinth. After what seemed like forever we got near the bottom. A ghostly face appeared and we all screamed. I looked to the floor and noticed it was just a fog machine. I was frivolous by laughing at it. Water must have vaporized to have given the impression of a ghost. It had an acute affect because fishy dashed back up all the stairs. She quickly ran away, lauding us because we were continuing our adventure trying to explain the enigma. I didn't feel obdurate because I had stayed in the basement with Troy. We finally reached the bottom and found a eclectic chair. It looked like it was used to electrocute people to death. I was so avid about finding something so weird. I adulated the chair and then my attention turned someplace else. I saw it from my peripheral vision. There was a large bookcase next to the chair and a single book had fallen. It was very large, which probably caused the raucous.
"Stay here." Troy said austerely. I was slavish and a bit indolent from the long staircase so I sat on the last step. I hated how I was so submissive when I was tired. Troy walked with swagger to pick up the book. (I think he was trying to act grandiloquent in front of me.) He was meticulous and slowly bent down (he was very unyielding when it came to bending over; he had a bad back) . He looked as if he's seen something delectable and quickly got up. He smiled, as if the book gratified him. His smile assured me the situation would be assuaged, although Paige seemed to still be discordant.
"Quick lets go back upstairs!" He yelled austerely. We felt homogenous; ready to go back upstairs and get out of the discrepancy that was happening with the cake. Abby must be near proximity to the house.
As we opened the door to the living room we noticed Abby was there sitting next to Leni with the antidote. Leni had convalesced. Although Leni still seemed obtuse, it was okay because she was alive.
I had aspired the whole time for her to be okay, and she was. A sigh of relief followed my thought. I felt a state of tranquility. Today certainly wasn't banal. Abby was complacent with her conscientious retrieval of the anitdote. I thrived with happiness. I wouldn't be castigated by the police.
"Leni, why did you faint?" I asked.
"Because the cake was so good." She laguhed, panegyrizing me. Leni wasn't an epicurean gal I figured. I think she had to be penurious to have fainted because of a simple cake I bought at the market.
"Troy why were you so happy about the book?" I asked ostentatiously. He deviously showed the cover to me. It was the history of the house, with an picture of an aviary and bird on the inside of the aviary.
That's so weird. I shook my head.
"Turns out this place was haunted. A ton of people died in the basement." He said. The ghost I thought was from the fog machine mocked me- it probably was real! The captious of the house made us all feel uniformity. It seems the house had a specific convert on the website. We were not garrulous as we all fled from the house. No one was sagacious. We went inside our cars and drove to the nearest hotel. While reproving to ourselfs in each of our cars we pulled up. That house was a lackluster, although we were all aesthetic when we saw the pictures of it online.
We had told the managers of the hotel our story, and they gave us a complementary breakfast the next day. We were talkative as we ate. We didn't trust the website we rented the house from anymore. We all seemed to be cynical and indignant about it. Troy spoke in a circumlocution about how if we stayed we could have razed the basement before we left. We all knew the house wouldn't have been that lithe and collapsed. The haunted factor of the house was insuperable. We got up and said our goodbyes. The waitress saturated a sponge with water and came over to wipe our table. I noticed that she had no feet. We quickly all ran outside. The hotel was haunted too!
