When I was a kid every weekend was the same, and I thought it would just stay that way. My best friend Tashawna lived across the street with her two brothers and after school on Friday we would go to her house and have a snack and play until her parents sent us outside. Then it was dinner and baths and deciding who’s house we were going to stay at. This Friday we were staying at me house which was my favorite because I got a bed and didn’t have to sleep on the floor since I was the youngest. We watched Nightmare on Elm Street that night, another thing that came with being the youngest; you never get to pick the movie. I hated scary movies, they gave me nightmares and I our dad worked nights so we were going to be home alone. He kissed us goodbye …show more content…
We knew not to answer because we were alone and it could be dangerous, but then they said they were the cops. My older sister said to ignore them but they wouldn’t go away, and threatened to break the door down. I just wanted to hide under my bed and pretend it was all a dream, but it wasn’t and we had to do something, so we snuck down the stairs and peeked out the window. They had badges, and they were definitely cops, with very bright flashlights and very big night sticks. My sister opened the door for them and they asked us our names, and said my dad had been arrested for stealing cable. I argued with them, we didn’t have cable, and my 6 year old brain couldn’t understand what else he would be doing. He was at work and he said he’d be back, he had promised and we never broke our promises. By then Tashwana’s parents had been brought over to get her, and they kept saying it was going to be okay and it would all be over soon, but I didn’t understand, why they were taking me, why couldn’t I just stay home and wait for my …show more content…
They carried us out to their cop car and put us in the backseat, and we quickly learned that you can’t open a cop car back door from the inside. It was dark and snowy and we didn’t know where we were going but they kept saying it was going to be okay. I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I knew we were at this big office building in front of a desk. The lady behind it said they were going to find us a new family to stay with, that it would be okay. Are we hungry? Thirsty? Cold? What did we need? I told them I wanted to go home, and they got me a blanket and told me they were finding us a home right now. Then they took us to a room full of hard plastic couches and told us someone would be in to check on us soon. My sister sat down and laid my head on her lap, I wanted to know everything would be okay and it felt like she was all I had left. She rubbed my head and told me it would be okay, that she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to us. I trusted her, she had no way of knowing it would be okay, she wasn’t that much older than me. We needed our dad to tell us, but nobody would tell us when that was going to
My hands were clenched tightly around the armrest of my couch, ten minutes in to my first horror movie. I was in middle school as a 7th grader, brand new to the world of sleepovers, late nights, and scary movies. My best friend invited me over for a sleepover on a Friday night to pig out on candy, and watch a movie that would surely leave us with nightmares for a long time. I did not show it and neither did my friend, but I was apprehensive whether or not this was a good idea. I could hear my mom in the back of my head at the time saying, “scary movies are for adults, and you will regret it if you watch one.” We both acted like the movie we were about to watch, wasn’t a bigger deal than it actually was; I was terrified yet excited about the
So we headed back up to camp with our flashlights tight in our hand. When we made it up we all went to bed, the parents slept in a cabin and all five kids slept in a large tent besides my little sister who begged to sleep with my mom and
I unwilllingly walked through the entrance of regret and guilt. With teary eyes from what happened the night before, I didn’t know what I could say. All I thought was ‘It was an accident’ but that didn’t matter anymore.
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
A couple nights after Halloween, my friends and I thought it was be fun it we went to go watch a scary movie. Some of my friends didn't want to go on Halloween night because they thought it would be too scared, so we went a couple days after. I don't remember what we watched but all I remember is it said it was rated R, and I didn't even get scared of flinch once through out the whole movie. My friend were scared to death, they were hiding behind there hands, hiding behind there jackets, they were even hiding behind me. I just sat there in the movie theater, with a straight face.
My sister, brother and I went straight to our rooms. Trying to avoid whatever was going to happen next. I heard my mother come up the stairs. She opened our door and told my brother that his friend Tyler was there to play with him. But she told him he could only play in the front yard so she could see
The living room was dark and the only thing you could see was the brightness of the TV. Also, I could still hear many people talking from down stairs, fire truck siren going off, and the city lights that were still shining bright. At the age of seven, on a cold Friday night in Brooklyn; my mom, cousin, and I started watching some scary movies since it was around Halloween. There was this movie called “Child’s Play” and as a child, I didn’t like the movie at all due to the fact that there was an ugly doll that was moving and killing people. During, that weekend it was showing marathons all weekend long since it was the Halloween weekend. The bed was pulled out with all the warm blankets and snacks besides us waiting for the move to start.
As I was driving down the road I saw red, and blue lights going off behind me, so I turn on my turn single and turned to the side of the street and parked my car. I saw the police officer getting out of his car and started to walks towards me, my hands were getting all sweaty and clammy, my stomach was in complete knots and I couldn’t figure out if I was going to vomit, or just pass out. I heard a knock on my window, and I rolled it down.
We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My mom was still joking and in a silly mood when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from joking to dead silence and my mom started crying. She tearfully asked, "Is she ok? Was she alone?" I was thinking my sister went riding and fell off her horse or that something had happened to my grandma.
The Maze Runner by James Dashner is a science fiction novel that includes action and thriller. The novel is about a sixteen year old boy named Thomas who wakes up with no memory from where he came from or who he is or what he was doing there and in a metal cage box surrounded by many teenage boys looking at him weirdly. Throughout the novel there is many science-fiction themes and characteristics displayed such as futuristic technology, alien, robot like creatures environmental and social changes also unrealistic and fictional events.
I had spent the night at a friend’s house and I couldn’t sleep so I called my mom to come get me and bring me home. On our way home I talked to her about how I wasn’t comfortable sleeping away from home and how it scared me. When we got home I rushed to the door because my grandma and my little sister Alyssa were waiting for me. As I opened the front door I could hear screaming and voices I had never heard before. My heart started racing and I couldn’t think about anything but that I wanted to see what was going on. I shoved the front door open and my mom rushed to be behind me. As we walked into the house I was my grandmother screaming at someone and hiding my little sister behind her. Alyssa looked terrified like she was being attacked. My mom
It was the weekend and my dad was gone for the weekend. It was October and very close to Halloween. Me, my friend Tre, and his auntie Stephanie went out to get pizza at papa johns.
When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
Then his mom leaving in a car and saying she would come back after she picked up dad. After about an hour she returned but I had been brainwashed on everything. A car faster than anything in the world came and slammed right into my parent's car while they were in there. And I was clapping for my own parent's death.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.