Young Goodman Brown Symbolism
The House on Maple Street Glory and statues are one of many things people seek to achieve in their lifetime. That sense of attention for others Is always sought out, no matter If It’s positive or negative. The road to stardom or even Just a bit of high school popularity Is never a lonely road, many will try and attach themselves to your statues for and ride to fame. But during any sense of hardship you will be left as one to endure anything you have come across.
The man said “The Travelers and the Hatchet” (164) “who doesn’t let his reined share the prize cannot expect him to share the danger”, this shows in order to stand along the glory you also must be prepared to face the rough roads ahead. It was a bright and sunny day, and the last bell of the day Just went off In SST. Mark’s Academy. The rumbling of kids and the slamming of lockers was all you heard as the first day of school was over. You could see class syllabi being trampled on as everyone stormed out of the school and into their parent’s cars or buses.
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I turned and said to him and said “what’s up? ” he looked and me then back at the house and said I dare you to walk around that house. I looked at him and laughed and said there was o way I would enter that house. The house gave Off foggy feel that made the hair stand up on your back; It had two broken windows, and a front door that would slam continuously as the wind blew. He then proceeded to taunt me by making chicken noises. My frustration grew higher and higher till a yelled out “Fine! And walked up to the front porch of the house and stopped, I looked back only to see josh smiling. I yelled out to him “l bet your too scared to come with me you big baby”, he then ran right up next to me and said “How cool would it be to tell everyone at school we went n the haunted house on Maple SST. ” and we entered the house together. We took are first steps Into the house and saw only darkness and dust. Josh pulled out his phone so we could see more clearly; we saw old furniture covered with white tarps, and spider webs laced the house.
The dust started acting up my allergies until I sneezed, causing josh to almost jump through the roof, we already were both on edge from the creepy silence. He looked at me and gave me the look, and all I could say was sorry and wiped my nose. As we continued walking around the house we came across an old rickety set of stairs. We looked at each other and decided to walk house. The top of the stairs you could see three doors, all were shut but the one at the end of the hallway. Walking towards the room I could see portraits on both sides of the hallway of men, women, and children.
Their disturbing never ending gaze forced my eyes to the floor as I walked. We entered the room with great caution staring all around. Nothing interesting appeared out of the ordinary, the normal dresser, bed, nightstand, and of course those white tarps on all. But one item stood out from all others, it was a reddish brown wooden Jewelry box on top of the dresser al the way at the end of the room. I walked over to the box and looked back at Josh that was so tense I thought he was going to pass out any second.
I opened the box and it was empty, but a very sweet soothing music played from the box that had me mesmerism’s for a second until I closed it. I turned around see what Josh was doing and my feet sank through the floor, I caught myself barely with my right hand as I was dangling in the air. I kicked and screamed and yelled for Josh’s help, but he was cowering in the corner with fear stricken eyes. I starred, yelling, and reaching for him o help me. Afraid of falling in himself he quickly ran out of the room abandoning me to suffer alone.
With no help or aid I knew the end was near for me as I was losing my grip. A tear rolled down my cheek as the thought popularity was quickly soiled by a best friends abandonment. Right as my grip was almost gone I stood up in my bed with rapid heartbeat and a sense of confusion. Everything was Just a dream and I imagined the whole thing, with a sigh of relief I went back to bed. The Moral is many will willingly share the glory but rarely will share the suffering, even if it’s Just a dream.