"FWLS30" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

more background here. Currently we were en route from Point A
(the library) to Point B (Daria's house) to drop her off. See,
I'm not doing that well at all in english, and Daria here was
assigned by my teacher to give me a few pointers on metyfors and
the like. My friends, being the immature little turdballs they
are, starting cracking bad jokes about me an her. I try to keep
it on a professional level, so I can get through with this test
from hell and get it over with. She's not that bad looking,
yeah, but come on, this isn't a hero gets the girl situation.
I've got nastier things to panic about.

Well, this isn't the first time she's accused me of plotting
something sinister. I mean, the guys I hang out with are okay
and all, but known for being childish little brats. Why do I
hang with them then? Common intrests and the like. Vid games,
foosball, et cetera.

Enough about me, enough about her. What's more important is
the situation, if you ever want to understand just what happened
that night.

"Heating's out," I said. "And considering that it's almost
freezing out there, I suggest we find some kinda shelter. Any
houses around?"

KRAK-KABOOM! Lightning neatly outlined a large, spooky
looking mansion we seemed to have landed outside. That was my
third cl... wait, I forgot, I said I'd stop saying that.

"That answer your question?" Daria smirked. "Here, we'll
use my umbrella."

*

We walked into the mansion, somewhat dripping (it was the
sort of rain that falls sideways) on whoever-owned-the-place's
rug.

"Neat archetecture," Daria commented, folding the umbrella
and tapping its DRY button.

"I don't like the echo on that knocker," I restated. "Gives
me the creeps."

"Come on, the lights are on, SOMEONE's got to be home.
HELLOOOOOO!" Daria shouted. I quickly shushed her up with a hand
to the mouth, but she wrenched free.

"Shhhh!" I hissed. "Ya wanna wake up the whole house?
Look, let's just get a battery or something out of the garage,