I swung my arm aiming for my alarm clock but ended up knocking my nightstand over. " Dang it" I said unhappily as I put my feet on the floor protected by my fuzzy pink socks. I hand a fun and terrifying experience in my sleep a few days ago. I discovered me and my 5 friends could dream walk but only in abandoned places which is creepy because I really strongly dislike the dark and also I really hate spooky paranormal things. It gives me the spokes. I decided I should write in my journal about my dreams because I could feel and remember every little detail of those eerie places from the sound of the water rushing from the flooding to the crickets humming in the overgrown shrubbery. I Thoroughly wrote what I was feeling into the old pages of
The Haunting of Hill House is a gothic horror novel written by Shirley Jackson. Supernatural occurrences take place within the house revolving around Eleanor. Eleanor is a thirty-two-year-old woman who never once has felt the sense of inclusion. Eleanor seems to never recall the feeling of delight in her adult years due to the fact that she was a caretaker for her now deceased Mother; who took away most of her freedom by being incredibly restrictive. Dr. Montague, a doctor that specializes in analysis of the supernatural rents Hill House, a supposedly haunted house. During the renting period, Dr. Montague begins an experiment inviting individuals who have had involvement in abnormal events
As they scrambled to be near each other for warmth and security against the tingling feeling arising on the backs of their necks, and the fear of their impending doom, what jumped out at them was a horrifyingly great big... just kidding. This all started with two teenaged girls telling stories one night, but it was spring, not summer, in a dorm room, not at a camp site, and completely calm, not alarming in the least. For this assignment, I chose to ask a friend to tell me a story regarding ghosts, magic, or the supernatural, and what she came up with I considered to be very helpful for this project.
I entered the car as rain sprinkled around my body striking it with cold water. I was on my way to get a Laptop from a Guy I met from Offer Up. I told my Sister “our destination is in the Woodlands” her eyes opened as if she saw something terrifying she responded “If I get my car stuck, you’re buying me a new car”. On our way there i saw that everything was covered with water, San Jacinto river was all the way up to the point that it reached the top of the bridge I thought we were on Galveston for a second.
It was time for bed which meant it was story time. I would lie down in my huge bed, all cuddled up in my fuzzy blanket. I patiently waited for my mom to be done with washing the dishes. We started by choosing a book from the many books on the shelf. Our shelf was filled vivid multicolored books. All stacked from the tiniest to the She began to read with her Mexican accent, reading those English words carefully to not mess up.The comfortable feeling in her voice so soft and silvery. I would begin to yawn and I felt the sleepiness hit me, which was normal. I would rub my eyes and try to be awake. I felt my eyes slowly closing. Before I knew it, I was knocked out.
Now I needed to figure out where I was and why I felt numb and tired. Slowly I open my eyes to blurry, fragmented shadows dancing on the walls. The ringing in my ears muffles the sound of voices making it impossible to decipher anything. A light swings above me as the room begins to shake. I see the shadows grip onto something as if they would tumble over. The shaking soon subsides and the shadows begin on there way.
So I and Hitorn were walking at night pitch black almost. It was 10:00p.m and we wanted to go to the haunted house which cost $5.00 to go inside the haunted house. So we were walking to it we were getting close to the haunted house like we were three blocks away. We were talking about how scary it might be. So I and Hitorn were at the haunted house and there was a big line so you can get inside and we had to wait an hour to get in. An hour went by and now we are finally at the front of the line. Now we just had to wait until the people got through the haunted house so it can be me and Hitorn turn to go inside the haunted house.
a dull grey colour as if it had lost the will to live and stopped
Abby and I walked to the forest, we've been going to the forest since we were in grade school. we hung out for a bit and laughed. when night came we would get into our sleeping bags. Abby went right to sleep, I however, stayed up every night. I couldn't sleep. Too many things going on in my mind. Then it became cold, I could feel my self in a trance I sat straight up looked at
I laid peacefully in my bed and contemplated catching a few z’s. I laid unable to doze off , there was this switch in my brain that, for some reason made it impossible to shut everything off and sleep.As if there are little people in my brain who are dilebratly playing a game of tug of war with the switches that controlled the thoughts stored within my brain. had enough of it and picked myself up and proceeded to the door, grabbed my bag and headed down to the library nearest to my room. Upon arrival to the library, I didn’t hesitate to shuffle over to the closest self that appeared of interest to me. I picked up a book and glanced over the summary, I can’t believe that they haven’t removed this book because of how boring it is. I weave through the shelves, and I finally stumble across some pretty interesting books. I scan the bookcase and I picked up a Book with a old, grainy picture of an insane asylum upon the
“Nightmares are the most common form of disturbed dreaming” (Levin and Nielsen, “Disturbed Dreaming…” 482). Even though each person is made up of unique experiences, DNA, and come from different backgrounds, research shows that people’s dreams tend to share much of the same subject content (Osmun). Nightmares are unpleasant dreams with disturbing content, usually going hand in hand with negative emotional responses (How Sleep Works). These dreams can affect people in ways that make them feel uncomfortable, uneasy, and trapped. These are dreams that can be thought of as bizarre and an event that would not commonly occur. Many people regularly struggle with nightmares. They can occur due to many different reasons. Nightmares are disturbances in a person’s sleep
Dreaming is something that is inherent in all of us. Everyone dreams, and there are a variety of theories on why we dream. For the past two weeks [from January 8th to January 20th], I have attempted to record my dreams, and determine their meaning. From the four dreams recorded, the main purpose of them seems to be filing away memories and thoughts, using what I had done that week or day.
Opening/Attention: Picture this, you just came back home from a long day of work/school. You are exhausted, you walk upstairs, you wash up, you hit your bedroom, you switch off the lights, you call into bed, you start to fall into slumber when suddenly you become distinctly aware that you can’t move a muscle. You panic, you try to use all you’re strength to move, scream for help but you can’t. In fear your eyes dot around the darkness and that’s when you see it. Your worst nightmare, standing across the room and starts to hit towards you. No I’m not telling you a hard story and No I’m not reading you a passage from a Stephen king book. If what I’ve just said resonate of you, then you know very well that I’m talking about Sleep paralysis. Nightmares at it sounds, Sleep paralysis is a very real sleep disorder.
A heightened sense of confusion began to slowly increase with every heartbeat, and my eyes darted rapidly in attempt to analyse my surroundings. This task proved to be immensely difficult, as I had very little light at my disposition. A single candle burned slowly in the corner, dimly lighting the room, and eventually revealing the unavailability of a door, and the absence of windows. Briefly, I was comforted by the darkness; the way it enveloped me, like a jacket does on a brisk December morning. Soon, an inevitable paranoia set in, merging into my brain, and refusing to leave. Up until now, I had neglected to think about how I ended up alone, and in the confinements this room. Having easily lost track of time, I had noticed a continuum of loud noises beginning to emerge, and each frequency bouncing off the cold walls from every direction. Was I really
I really like my new house that i bought a month ago, but every time I feel like somebody's watching me is if like someone was next to me the whole time that's the only thing that creeps me out, I don't know if that's normal. But I was wondering what was inside the room of my basement. So when i went inside of it there were like 19 stairs to go down, but i was funny how, after I got down to the other basement there was a really dark room, it was darker than anything else i've seen in my entire life so i went up stairs to get a lamp, then i went down again, and find out that at the end of the room there was a somehow painting covered with probably more than 1 blanket that was for sure. I went to see what kind of painting it was and then when i uncovered it, it was like a circle with really bright colors, i kept staring at it for like more than 30 minutes. I couldn't stop thinking about it, I didn't took shower since that day, I wouldn't eat since that day, I didn't hang out with people since that day, I didn't eat since that day, I never went to work since that day, everything started since that
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,