The Stranger and the black box I wrote this story a while ago. I just dug it up as I plan on starting to write regualry now. I tried to get the grammer correct and comments on that would help but I am more intrested in the rest of the comments. Ones on style ect. Thanks [story] “Get me some oil son son.” Yelled my father from the other room. “I want to get these lamps lit while I can still see.” “Yes Sir” I replied, putting down my book and heading toward the basement to get some oil. I hate having to be proper all the time, having to call my father “Sir”, I said to myself as I poured the oil into a small bottle we could use to light the lamps. The look of discontentment on my face must have been obvious as I walked through the long halls of our house toward the porch. “Here's the oil Sir” I said as I handed him the bottle. “Do you know why were light our lamps every night son.” He said seeing the look on my face. “It is a sign to travelers that we will provide them with food and a bed for the night should they wish to stop here” he continued “we ought to help them right”. He finished filling the lamps and started the burning. “Put the oil away then it is off to bed with you” he ended. “Yes Sir.” We had lit the lamps outside our house every night for as long as I can remember and no one had ever stopped. I wish I did not have to wast my time with this pointless chore every night, but I would never tell father. I set the jar of oil in the basement, I should have emptied it back into it's container but I was tired and we would use it tomorrow anyway. I walked to bed dreaming as I often did that I was off exploring the world as I wished to do. That would never happen though because my father wants me to run the family estate when he dies. If only I thought as I slowly drifted of to sleep. “Kock Kock!” I awoke to a load knocking at the door. I quickly got dressed and ran down to see who it was. When I reached the landing and started heading down the hall I could see that my father was up and heading toward the door as well. “We have a guest” he said “We shall give this weary traveler a bed and feed him so that he may continue his travel in good health and well rested.” “Carry his bags to the den and keep him company while I prepare a room.” He commanded. “May I take your coat Sir” I said as my father walked of to prepare a room. As I waited for a reply I studied the character before me. I could not tell much about him as he was shrouded by his black robe witch covered his whole body and his face was shadowed by it's hood. “May I take you coat Sir” I repeated after there was no reply. Fed up I reached for his coat, at least I assumed he used the robe as coat for the night air has a deadly chill, but he recoiled. “Don't just sit there help him with his bags” My father's voice echoed for another room. “Please follow me” I said heading toward the den. Several times I checked to see that he was following as his footsteps hardly made a sound. “You can sit here while my father readies your room” I said pointing toward a chair by the fire. He sat there and stared into the fire his face still masked by the shadow of his hood. The was an eerie silence as the two of sat there waiting for my father two finish the room, neither of us said a word. “Is that all” My father said joining us. “Then take his bags to the guest room” He said take my seat as I arose. I was relieved to be away from our guest as he had a disturbing presence about him. My father followed me to his room saying “You always want to go exploring” He said. “ perhaps our guest can tell you of the world” He suggested. As I returned to the study I noticed him staring into a black box. “May I take that to you room” I said approaching him. He quickly shut the box noticing my advance and pulled it close against his body. I froze for a moment at this odd behavior and went to bed, if I was going to ask our guest about the world it would not be tonight. I arose the next morning just before light, as I do every morning, so that I can get my morning chores done before breakfast. I thought about the strange behavior of our guest as I worked, and had decided to talk to my father about it when I was done. “Our guest acts strangely father” I said “ He has not said a word and hides himself from sight behind his robe” “Perhaps he just likes his privacy” My father said ending the conversation with the serving of breakfast. Our guest had not shown himself by the time we finished so my father asked that I take his to him. “I have brought you breakfast Sir.” I said knocking on his door. “Hello” I said in annoyance after he did not respond. I allowed myself into his room. “Empty?” I thought, had he left without us notice. “No” his bags were still here. As I sat his breakfast on the dresser I noticed his box sitting there. I could not help myself. I had to know. “Thud” I was knocked to the ground as I picked up the box. Our guest had knocked me to the ground. I saw the knife concealed in his robes sleeve and screamed. “Are you alright” My father ask? “What happened” “Our guest attacked you when you took him his breakfast” He said “don't you remember.” “No matter you'll be better now” He finished walking out of my room. I did not tell him I was looking though our guests things nor would I what would he think of me. As I drifted back to sleep I could here the shovel in distance. My dad was digging but what. I grave I thought thats all it could be a grave. [/story] That was not the actual end but I think it is a better ending anyway.

I know you're looking for comments on the content and style itself, but it's difficult to get through with the grammar and spelling errors.

You'll get more replies if you clean it up beforehand.

As for the writing itself... I'm not the greatest critic of this sort of thing, but I think you could use more detail in general. Describing the environment, etc.