The worn, ageing floorboards creaked and moaned under my weight. My head whipped around twice, a slow panic rising like a lump in my chest before I realised I was the only person in the abandoned hallway. I should just go back to my room, pack my things and leave. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, not after those two deaths. There were children here, two little girls. If there was something in this failing hotel then I needed to do something about it. I was going to see the owners mother, even though she had forbidden it. Maybe the old woman would know something. I reached the decrepit staircase leading up the the owners mother's bedroom, the never-ending stairs seemed imposing and made me think of them as a gateway to hell. As I began to climb, I felt unsettled and paused. When I tried to move again I found that I couldn't. There was something gripping me by my shoes, tearing at my legs. Then suddenly it let go and I lurched forwards, bashing my knees against the splintered step . My chest heaved rapidly and my heart wouldn't quit pounding; it felt like it might tear out of my chest. Fuck. At least I defiantly knew there was something going on. The stairs creaked as I began again to trudge up each board, lumbering slowly. With each laborious step, I maintained a vice like grip on the railing, fearing another attack. One foot slowly followed the other. The mountain of steps grew more and more difficult and tiresome. An eternity seemed to await me. Once I reached the eerie upper landing, a cool shudder trickled down my spine. Glancing around nervously, I noticed sombre portraits staring down at me from behind layers of dust, seemingly penetrating my very being. As I walked forwards, I couldn't help but feel that someone was fo... ... middle of paper ... ... want... you'll have to leave.'' ''Wha- what? No, please! It's the middle of the night! Go and ask your daughter, the one with the long black hair. She'll tell you I didn't do anything!'' ''So not only can you not listen to me, you're insane too?! I only have one daughter, Lucy. She's got short, light blond hair and she's playing in her room!'' The same panic I felt in the room began to rise again in my chest and I could feel my throat becoming dry. I tried to draw in a breath to steady myself before running back upstairs, when a scream unlike anything I'd ever heard before pierced through the air. My heart almost stopped beating, my stomach turned to ice. The whole house seemed to shake with terror. A ghastly whiteness spread over Clarissa's face and for a moment a saw a glassy stare of horror in her eyes before we both bound back up the beaten staircase once more.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
All of a sudden, my mom’s phone rang. It was my dad, with a loud, almost screaming voice. He said (in Chinese), “DID YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR DAUGHTER...
As I waited in line for the haunted walkthrough my heart felt like it was coming out of my chest. As I got closer to the front I could hear the screams of the workers and the guests. Then, I finally got to the front of the line, the black curtains blocked what was inside from my viewing which made it worse. The director told us to go in and this is the time I have been waiting for for
When most people think of paranormal activity they instantly think of ghosts, spirits, or even demons. Paranormal activity is more than that. Paranormal is when something is beyond normal and activity is the state of being active. Some people like to say it’s their imagination, but me personally, I think it is much more than that. Paranormal is used to describe something unordinary that lack a scientific explanation (Cha Cha Inc., 2006). (McGuire, 2010) stated that supernatural or paranormal events which occur when people are not seeking them out can be very difficult and frightening. Most people wonder about the different ways paranormal activity can be explained. A few different examples of paranormal activity are ghosts, levitation, telegraphs, etc. Footsteps, abnormal sounds, shadows, and even moving objects are all signs of paranormal activity.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
I awoke, frightened and alone, with a monster standing beside my bed. Although my body was paralyzed with fear, my mind was awake, trying to figure out how this hideous creature could have found me. As I gazed into the hypnotizing, dark eyes of this giant, the room altered, and I found myself, once again, in the basement of my father’s house. Surrounded with medical equipment, a rush of adrenaline pulsed through my tired body, forcing it awake. The monster walked slowly through the room, dragging his long, boney finger along the table. I remembered this basement very well, as I spent a great deal of time occupying it; however, there was something different, something was missing, something had changed. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Before I could spot the difference, an odd aroma began filling the air, making it somewhat difficult to breathe. Once again I found myself spinning, falling through a dark tunnel with no sense of direction or time, I closed my eyes tightly. Whenever the spinning sensation concluded, I opened my eyes. The aroma was stronger here, forcing tears out of my eyes and my dinner back up my throat. I knew exactly where I was…
The trail upon which I found myself was overgrown with foliage, hampering my process through the dark, infected woods. As I rounded what appeared to be the final bend, a large ominous clearing yawned before me. I came to an abrupt halt and was cautiously astonished to hear the insistently loud crying of an abandoned baby. Imagine my surprise when my feet moved of their own accord, drawing me closer and closer to the forlorn whimpering to which the cries had died down to. Though my mind was in a feverish state, a clear part of the cerebrum remembered something bad, something so horrible indeed, that I feared to imagine it; lest I should drown in the murky depths of guilt.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
Nausea and fear flooded my veins, churning my stomach into a bubbling pot of anxiety. Heat spread across my face surely turning it a bright noticeable shade of red. Thick wads of saliva ran down my throat. Sweat traced its way down the back of my neck. The smells of coffee and sandwiches overwhelmed my senses. My eyes darted around the table from one parent to the next. Bright white light illuminated the street outside the window making the three people around me look like nothing more than black shadows. Dad, who sat across from me, cleared his throat. He studied me with a sense of pride, he looked more like he was glowing, but his gaze shifted to my mom, my real mom, and that look got a little more hostile.
The ceiling had begun to leak and there were large puddles of water in many divers places. All the family was shouting: from the oldest to me, the youngest. The whole experience was quite deafening, to be honest. We came together and huddled in the hall bathroom, the centermost point of the house, praying and hoping and listening. The listening had to be the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a while. Everywhere could be heard sounds of destruction and rampage. The elements were sent to us to punish us in some way, which way I did not know. When the doors began flying open and off of their hinges and the windows began crashing in, I knew we were done for. In all the commotion, could one truth be understood: this was the
A glorious light enveloped me as he ascended from the heavens. The orb formed into a being crouched on its haunches blocking me from moving forward, and the ground beneath my feet vibrated. I fell upon my face almost sliding downhill. The large obsidian wings cloaked the beings face as he stood.
The darkness of her bedroom crept into her body. As time progressed the sounds of the evening grew louder leaving her in a state of fear. Amongst the dark room she would see the shadow of someone standing outside her bedroom window. She didn’t know why someone would want to hurt her. Afraid to tell her parents she found refuge underneath the sheets of her bed. After several sleepless nights she spoke to her mother about the mysterious person outside her window. Her mother shrugged it off and told her that no one was there and not to worry. Her mother believed that this was either her imagination or eating too close to her bedtime. However, Elyn was determined to catch this mysterious man. Next, she enlisted the help of her brother Warren. Frightened they hid in the closet waiting to capture the bandit. Unfortunately, this heroic attempt was unsuccessful as the bandit never revealed himself to anyone but her. Soon it became apparent to everyone that no one was outside her window. But, these feelings of a watchful eye never fled her. As a result, Elyn spent many nights terrified underneath her sheets only falling a sleeping from
My feet planted firm on the ground as I bit the inside of my cheeks to feel something. My pigtails and gray uniform forgotten along with my surroundings as I just watched death do his work. I didn’t feel like a kid anymore. The once peaceful scene turned into a mass of chaotic moments as soon as metal clashed on metal, and the remains of glass littered the floor of the street in front of the fenced gates of my school. My peers screamed loudly but the sound of the crash replayed in my head, but worst of all is that I saw the blond hair of the woman cover her face like a veil tainted red. My teacher ushered us to wait inside yet my mind was numb and my thoughts blurred as I heard the cries of the adults.
While we were on our way over to the hospital we had bloodcurdling, as soon as we got there, we were terrified, but we wanted to explore the hospital. We enter thru a window that was open, at first we didn’t hear anything or see anything Armando said “there is nothing here all the stories are fake” a couple of minutes later we heard a loud ghastly noise. It sounded like the noise was getting closer, then the light started to flicker it was horrifying. Armando still didn’t believe that the
Oh Sh*t! The door slams shut in my face, and suddenly I am stuck in a tight, dark room, where I can’t even move my arms to be able to scratch my nose. It feels as if I have been buried alive, as if I am stuck in a coffin. Every second goes by painfully, seconds feel like hours, and minute’s feel like days.