Is a short story by Shirley Jackson who is most well known for one of her other short stories, "The Lottery". It's really hard to describe, it's about an old couple who live in New York city, who have a cottage summer house where they go during summers, and they decide to stay a month longer, after Labor Day. They go into the town, and the townsfolk keeping making weird comments like "Nobody stays after Labor Day" among other things. They go back to their cottage where they find a letter from their son, but it's not written how he usually writes. Later on in the day, their phone is cut, and their car has had the tires popped. A storm is starting to start, when in the final paragraph, it says that Mr. and Mrs. Allison huddle down in the middle of their kitchen. It takes place about the 1950's.
For my Literature 10 class, we had to write an alternative ending, which I will update this post with. Mine kind of makes me feel weird, because the ending itself wasn't specific, and neither is mine, but I like to think mine is better.
EDIT: I guess I'll start right now.
Conclusion
Mrs. Allsion woke with a start, sunlight coming in through the window. She realized that she was still in the kitchen at their summer cottage. She glanced to her left and noticed that her husband was gone.
Mrs. Allison slowly got to her feet and flipped the lightswitch. Dim flourescent lights came on, and she realized that their cottage did not have electricity.
Mr. Allison woke with a start, sitting in the dark. He slowly got to his feet and opened the window in the kitchen. A wet smell of fog greeted him.
Mr. Allison started to walk through the cottage, finding no signs of his wife anywhere. He went outside into the fog, but couldn't see very well, so he went back into the cottage, accidently leaving the door open.
Mrs. Allison turned of the light in the kitchen, pondering what just happened, while she went into the living room. For some reason, the door was open. She went over and closed it, then sat down in her husband's recliner.
Mr. Allison saw the door slowly close, but didn't bother to get up from where he was sitting in his recliner. He felt a feeling as if somebody sat down next to him, and fell asleep.
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If anyone can guess where I got my ending, I'll give them 5,000 credits.
For my Literature 10 class, we had to write an alternative ending, which I will update this post with. Mine kind of makes me feel weird, because the ending itself wasn't specific, and neither is mine, but I like to think mine is better.
EDIT: I guess I'll start right now.
Conclusion
Mrs. Allsion woke with a start, sunlight coming in through the window. She realized that she was still in the kitchen at their summer cottage. She glanced to her left and noticed that her husband was gone.
Mrs. Allison slowly got to her feet and flipped the lightswitch. Dim flourescent lights came on, and she realized that their cottage did not have electricity.
Mr. Allison woke with a start, sitting in the dark. He slowly got to his feet and opened the window in the kitchen. A wet smell of fog greeted him.
Mr. Allison started to walk through the cottage, finding no signs of his wife anywhere. He went outside into the fog, but couldn't see very well, so he went back into the cottage, accidently leaving the door open.
Mrs. Allison turned of the light in the kitchen, pondering what just happened, while she went into the living room. For some reason, the door was open. She went over and closed it, then sat down in her husband's recliner.
Mr. Allison saw the door slowly close, but didn't bother to get up from where he was sitting in his recliner. He felt a feeling as if somebody sat down next to him, and fell asleep.
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If anyone can guess where I got my ending, I'll give them 5,000 credits.
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