What happened later

The torchlight had now completely faded away, she was engulfed by thick darkness. She decided it was safest to move up the staircase rather than search for the door again. In this darkness her instinct told her to move forward rather than backward and so not knowing she was doing it, she started moving upward.
The journey upward was not pleasant in the least, the steps were of an odd length and height which seemed to keep changing. She continually kept stumbling forward, and at one point nearly fell off, but she held on the best she could on the wall. Finally she stepped onto the landing at the end of the staircase, she stood there started shifting the air around, as if trying to shift the darkness away. It was then she noticed that she was panting and sweating profusely, she was surprised to be this tired so soon. As her hand flew in the air it hit a metallic wall on her right, it wasn't right next to her so she moved a little more to the right still hugging the wall. When she reached the wall she started feeling all over it, it felt as if it had been embossed, and very intricately at that, her hand then found the door knob which she quickly turned, she did not know why she wanted to get inside but she just had a strong feeling that, going through that door was the only way she was going to be safe.
A sense of urgency had taken over her, though her surrounding enviornment was quiet, calm and dark, shefelt a great need to get through that door as fast as she could. The door was jammed as she trid to push forward, panic was now taking over her, she had to get throught that door! She applied her full body weight to it and pushed against it and the second she hit it, the door swung open.

Why we write blogs (or any other stuff for that matter)...

Yesterday night, I had a talk with my brother and he explained to me why people write creatively i.e. why people write books, blogs, diaries or even short stories.
My information on the subject was not very vast and so, after learning what i have learnt i decided to write it down, so that others may come and read it and get enlightened themselves.
There are many people who write for many reasons. Some write for financial benefit, some for the benefit of others, some write to tell their account of what happened, some to just get rid of a frustration that they might have and some write because they feel like it just so people can maybe read what they have written just so can read something. This is why blogs exist, they help people to just speak out their minds, mostly without any restrictions. They provide something called "Creative freedom", which basically means freedom to create what you wish.
Other forms of expressing oneself are writing books, novels, creating music and for some even their fashion sense and clothes are a way to tell the world... This is who I am.
Many write blogs to inform others of highly important and relevant things going on around them. Some would write a blog to comment on various issues, improtant and useless. Others just maintain blogs to get rid of their boredom, or because they feel they should have a blog just like everyone else. Same is the case, with all other written forms of media.
Bottomline: There are many different reasons to maintain a blog, and all you have to do is pick one and start typing.

Musical review

Top 10 for now:
10: What a wonderful world - Louis Armstrong
9: A little less conversation - Elvis Presley
8: Leaving on a jet plane - Chantal Kreviazuk
7: Change the world - Eric clapton
6: Stacy's mom - Fountains of wayne
5: Secret - Maroon 5
4: Ek kudi - Rabbi Shergil
3: Ek geet - Rabbi Shergil
2: Turn the page - Metallica
1: Dream on - Aerosmith

Most of you may not recognize Rabbi Shergil, he is a great vocalist and guitarist and has come out with his debut album titled "Rabbi". Even though you may not understand the lyrics (which are in a sikh dialect), you want to listen to the whole album just for the pleasure of listening to beautifully made music.

You may have noticed that the songs in this list aren't exactly new, that's because it takes me a little time to get used to liking and adoring a song, these songs made it, many others didn't.

That's all for now next time i'll be back with a continuation of the excerpt i gave last time, see you all later, and don't forget to comment.

Beginning of one of my masterpieces...

“Whoa! This is really amazing, are you guys seeing this?”
However, there was no sound in her ears except that of static.
“Kelly… Kelly… Are you there?” No reply.
“There’s something wrong here sir, the second she stepped in through that door we lost all contact with her. To top it all off she closed the door behind her. She’s putting herself in a lot of danger.”
“Don’t think so much, the building must have a radio jamming device, it has been here since before the war. Also, the only reason she closed the door is to get a good shot of the place in the dark, and then light it up and make it look spectacular, it is called showmanship. As for the danger if the stories about this place are anything to go by, then we might just have lost ourselves a great reporter, if not, well then there’s nothing to worry about.”
“If that was supposed to be any kind of consolation sir, then it wasn’t good.”
Back inside the mansion, Kelly Somers was walking around with only torchlight to guide her. She held her camcorder in her right hand and her walkie-talkie in the other. She was sweating profusely, and could not do anything but wipe her face on her sleeve. She was too scared to keep anything on the ground except her next step, which she only did after scouring the piece of floor in front of her for anything suspicious.
Ordinarily she would not have been this scared; she did not believe paranormal or supernatural things, but the descriptions her family and friends had given her in an attempt to scare her away from going in to the house seemed to have chilled her to the bone. She kept murmuring things like “If you’re hidden stay there”, or “I am never going to listen to your stupid stories ever again Bill.”
She noticed something about her torch, its brightness was a little less than when she had started out, which was about fifteen minutes ago. If its batteries ran out now she would be stranded in the dark, so, remembering the plan, she started looking for a light switch. The moments of utter fear inside the great hall, in which she was currently standing, had made her forget about switching her camera on to record the beauty of the mansion in the dark. She manoeuvred the circle of light from the floor to the walls in hopes of finding something to light the place up. As she moved the light, she noticed that the wall on her right was laden with golden tapestry, which reflected the torchlight faintly to give an idea to the watcher of just how big the main hall was. The light faintly illuminated two staircases starting from opposite walls that curved towards each other as they went up and met at the top opening to large passage way. The passageway held a large array of doors, nearly fifteen, they were very lavishly decorated, and held intricate works of carving which on some was depicting the ancestors of the family performing great deeds, like killing dragons, or holding two men on either shoulder wearing heavy metal armour. Some of the doors had long scripts on them, written in a language that certainly was not English, but Kelly could see none of the doors, the light from her torch was fading and she was too desperate to find a more permanent source of light, to admire the beauty of the mansion she had entered. She moved the torchlight onto the wall opposite to the one filled with the tapestries, this wall after seemed barren, only wallpaper could be seen on it and a few a hooks with ropes tied around them, following these ropes led her to the ceiling, there she saw a beautiful chandelier. She took hold of the rope and slowly brought the chandelier to eye level, she noticed it was lit by candles; this was a problem because she did not have anything with her to light the candles
She started looking around, but as the torch was almost out, she could hardly see anything. She tried feeling her way around, the walls felt smooth and strangely warm compared to the air in the room. She kept moving along the wall, as she moved, her foot hit a step, and she stood there silently wondering what to do next. Her breathing slowly started to quicken, and become louder. Fear was now completely taking hold of her, she was rooted to her spot, not doing anything but sweating and watching the staircase. This whole time she had dismissed the legend she had heard as a myth, but now she seemed to be realizing that the legend was enacting itself as she stood there. When the front door closed without so much as a touch from her, she told herself that it was caused by the wind, but the legend said any who entered the house would be held inside it, with or without their consent, by the house itself. It was thought to have a mind of its own; it sustained itself on the flesh, blood and the fear of any creature that entered, be it human or animal.
It was said to have been built by an eccentric, old man who supposedly had connections with the most terrifying devils hell could sustain. This, though an exaggeration was not entirely wrong. He was eccentric and old, and on his journeys to different parts of the earth, he had managed to befriend a most terrible group of people. They had taught him things, nobody knew ever existed. He became a master in the arts of torture and administering pain...

To be continued...