更新时间:2012-02-26
Michelle • 黑衣女人:想不到高中背诵的Look Ahead都拍成电影了！
没想到 中学学的还是世界名篇~这开头太熟悉了~
At first, all seemed very quiet, very still, and I wondered why I had awoken. Then, with a missed heart-beat, I realized that Spider was up and standing at the door. Every hair of her body was on end, her ears were pricked, her tail erected, the whole of her tense, as if ready to spring. And she was emitting a soft, low growl from deep in her throat. I sat UP paralyzed, frozen, in the bed, conscious only of the dog and of the prickling of my own skin and of what suddenly seemed a different kind of silence, ominous and dreadful.
And then, from somewhere within the depths of the house but somewhere not very far from the room in which I was heard a noise. It was a faint noise, and, strain my ears as I might, I could not make out exactly what it was. I t was a sound like a regular yet intermittent bump or rumble.
Nothing else happened. There were no footsteps, no creaking floorboards, the air was absolutely still, the wind did not moan through the casement. Only the muffled noise went on and the dog continued to stand, bristling at the door, now putting her nose to the gap at the bottom and snuffling along, now taking a pace backwards, head cocked and, like me, listening, listening. And, every so often, she growled again.
At first, all seemed very quiet, very still, and I wondered why I had awoken. Then, with a missed heart-beat, I realized that Spider was up and standing at the door. Every hair of her body was on end, her ears were pricked, her tail erected, the whole of her tense, as if ready to spring. And she was emitting a soft, low growl from deep in her throat. I sat UP paralyzed, frozen, in the bed, conscious only of the dog and of the prickling of my own skin and of what suddenly seemed a different kind of silence, ominous and dreadful.
And then, from somewhere within the depths of the house but somewhere not very far from the room in which I was heard a noise. It was a faint noise, and, strain my ears as I might, I could not make out exactly what it was. I t was a sound like a regular yet intermittent bump or rumble.
Nothing else happened. There were no footsteps, no creaking floorboards, the air was absolutely still, the wind did not moan through the casement. Only the muffled noise went on and the dog continued to stand, bristling at the door, now putting her nose to the gap at the bottom and snuffling along, now taking a pace backwards, head cocked and, like me, listening, listening. And, every so often, she growled again.
