B . Weaver
June 20, 1942
Mrs . Katerina Petrova,
2010 Cinderella Road, Mangere Bridge, United states of america
New Orleans, Louisiana.
Dear Mrs Katerina
I am writing to express my concern for my living situation… I have been wanting to talk to you for a while now, but due to me needing to move on such short notice, I was able to let you know. I arrived in Bath a couple of hours ago. I spent my time searching for a place to stay. I came across a poster for accommodation called “Bed and Breakfast”.
It was awfully cheap, and of course I didn’t think twice before deciding to stay there. I was just looking for something affordable, and I had found it. One thing I wanted though, was it had to have good living conditions. I don’t understand why but I couldn’t stop thinking about the poster after I had seen it. Every part of my body told me not to go, yet I still had a gut feeling I should.
And as always I did the exact opposite of what I thought. I really am lost without you. Anyways, I made my way to the location of the accommodation, which is a boarding house that is in a large city located in Somerset, England. I had other choices and I think I made the wrong decision, I don’t think I’ll make it, by the time you get this letter who knows what she could do.
You’re probably really confused right now so I’ll explain how it happened. To start off I had choices for places to stay. I was deciding if I wanted to stay at the boarding house, but on the other hand, a pub would be more congenial than a boarding-house. There would be beer and darts in the evenings, and lots of people to talk to, and it would probably be a good bit cheaper, too. I have stayed a couple of nights in a pub once before and I had liked it.
I had never stayed in any boarding-houses, and, to be perfectly honest, I was a tiny bit frightened of them. The name itself conjured up images of watery cabbage, rapacious landladies, and a powerful smell of kippers in the living-room. After dithering about like this in the cold for two or three minutes, I decided that I would walk on and take a look at The Bell and Dragon before making up my mind. I turned to go.
And then a queer thing happened to me. I was in the act of stepping back and turning away from the window when all at once my eye was caught and held in the most peculiar manner by the small notice that was there. BED AND BREAKFAST, it said. BED AND BREAKFAST, BED AND BREAKFAST, BED AND BREAKFAST.
To be forthright with you, each word was like a large black eye staring at me through the glass, holding me, compelling me, forcing me to stay where I was and not to walk away from that house, and the next thing I knew, I was actually moving across from the window to the front door of the house, climbing the steps that led up to it, and reaching for the bell.
And I know what you’re thinking, “what the hell is wrong with me,” I know it might have been dumb decision, fine, it was dumb decision but I don’t know why but I had a feeling like I was meant to see that poster, like it was put there for me. I could feel it calling my name, I had grown attached to it in a weird, captivating and spellbinding way, I don’t understand why…
Now that you’re all caught up, we can move on. I still think, and believe, the landlady is a bit odd because she’s very forgetful. I would even refer to her as being slightly dotty, if I’m being honest. She’s also odd because she has a boarding house which has no guests. And I know what’s going through your head right now, and I don’t want to hear it.
Let’s just hope I’m still alive for you to lecture me. Also is it just me or is it freaking weird as hell that she charges very little for her rooms and even includes breakfast. So I’m just going to quickly recap what happened, okay so…
I told her I was on my way to The Bell and Dragon. But the notice in the window just happened to catch my eye. And she responded with “My dear boy, why don’t you come in out of the cold?” But before I did anything I asked “how much do you charge?” “Five and sixpence a night, including breakfast,” she said. And of course, as I said before it was fantastically cheap.
Another thing that has bothered me ever since I had my first cup was, she kept on oftering me tea, and of course I would have said no usually, I didn’t want to hurt the old bird’s feelings. And a weird and preternatural thing happened to me. She said we had something to talk about after I unpacked so this is when we were talking in the living room.
As she’s talking about the men, I describe the tea she’s giving me as tasting of bitter almonds. The tea tasted faintly of bitter almonds, and I didn’t care much for it. Until she kept asking, and later I remembered that most know that the taste of bitter almonds is a sign of poison, but I did not pay attention to this fact.
Before I just thought she was slightly dotty, but harmless. But after I figured out the tea really contains POTASSIUM CYANIDE, a poison. I know for a fact I’m going to be joining the other DEAD GUESTS, Christopher Mulholland and Gregory Temple who have never left the BOARDING HOUSE because she killed and stuffed them, like her other pets.
And you are 100% thinking… “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” and I don’t know how to answer that, but I can do anything but run, she has my full name, and all my information, and of course my dumbass didn’t think twice before handing all of my information over. I’m so lost without you…
I wish I hadn’t left now, I miss everyone, I made so many mistakes in the couple hours I was in Bath, who knows what I will do in a week. I so dumb, please I need help, you’re my go to person. You’re the only person I trust to know what to do when I’m stuck. I’m the dumbest person in the world who signs papers before thinking about it… I really need your help.
When you are not around me, I feel that a part of my soul is missing from my existence. I miss you! Time flies when you are with me and on the other hand, time stops when you are not with me. I miss you so much. Love you tons. I miss you so much, my friend! Nobody can take the place of the love and care you have showered me with! Missing you and not being able to see you is the ugliest feeling ever. I will miss you until you are back.
I love you, and thanks for always being there for me whenever I needed it. You are present in every single one of my thoughts. I hope to see you pretty soon as I miss you way too much, dear. Missing you is just like breathing air, you can’t live without it. I hope you are doing well. Sending you warm wishes. I love you so much. Being away from you has made me think about you more than I used to. I hope you are doing great and miss me more than I do. Bye for now, I hope to hear from you soon…
Your truly, Billy Weaver
Love Billy ♡♡♡
Task description: This week during Writing, we are learning to use foreshadowing in make tension. “Foreshadowing” is a narrative device in which suggestions or warnings about events to come are dropped or planted. You can learn more about foreshadowing below. After that I completed the task, and I posted it on our blog. I enjoyed this task very much, and I hope to do more like this soon. Hope you enjoyed. Please leave a comment; thank you for visiting my blog.
Many times authors will give you clues about what might happen next in a story. These clues are called foreshadowing. You need to watch for them as you’re reading because they can help you predict what events will be coming later on in the book.
For example, let’s look at the following passage:
‘The house was so old it looked like nobody had lived there for years. The boards on the side of the house were all cracked. The yard had waist-high, dried-up grass that looked like hay. Bits of it pushed through rotted boards on the porch. All it would take is one spark and the whole thing would go up in flames.‘
What do you predict might happen next? Notice that the author has mentioned dried-up grass, grass on the porch, the cracked boards on the house… and then he mentions flames. Do you think a fire might happen in this story? This is an example of foreshadowing; the clues the author has given you help you predict that the house will catch fire and burn down.
Sometimes you don’t know what the author was foreshadowing until something happens and then you realize that there were clues in the beginning of the story that hinted at what’s happening. Reading carefully can help you try to figure out if the author is giving you clues.