The house was quiet and peaceful on a pebbled street, the moving trucks pulled up as Clara followed. She stepped out of her car and looked at the house thinking of how this is a fresh start in her life. “Its perfect” she said with a smile on her face. As the movers pushed open the trailer door Clara walked through the white picket fence gate on to the pebbled path and felt the feeling that she was safe, she whispered to herself “Home”. She stepped of the porch into the house to help the movers by telling them where she wanted the furniture to go. When she stepped into the kitchen she stopped in fright, out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw a human shaped shadow. When she looked over it was gone and a trash can stood in its place. She got her self together walked to the car and grabbed the box full of china that her grandma gave to her on her 16th birthday. She walked across the dining room and sat the box on the table. As she was pulling a teacup out there was a knock at the door. She put down the cup and maneuvered around the movers and and was greeted by a man dressed in a red dress shirt black pants, and fire red hair. he looked at her with a sinister smirk and said “welcome to the neighbourhood”. As she was about to say thank you she dropped her key, when she picked it up he had disappeared. Clara looked around the house to try to find him, while doing this she found a shiny object in the vine that grows up the side of her house it was about 10 feet up. She went to the garage and grabbed the ladder and sat it on the side of the house and climbed up slowly as the ladder steps creaked under her feet. When she got to the object she noticed that it was a little rusty box tangled in the vines, she pried the box from the t... ... middle of paper ... ...her ghost rose up and began ripping her apart finger by finger toe by toe and limb by limb till all that was left was a key and a drop of blood. Clara awoke in the dark room with the key in her hand. She sat up and scanned the room for anything or anybody but when she turned around to look behind her there was a door. She slowly stood up as if she were trying not to make a sound she stood there a while and observed the door noticing its every scratch and paint chip. With caution she slowly walked up to the door and grabbed the knob. Clara tried to turn it but she could not. She got down on her knees and looked to see if there was something that she was missing. She Noticed a small opening under the knob and looked at the key and put in the lock, turned it and heard the click. She took the key out of the lock and turned the door knob hesitantly and opened the door.
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
As I exited my house the bright sun shot rays of sunshine into my eyes making me squint and admire the view. After a hard day of work in the heat I see a old lady sitting in a horse carriage waiting, as I approach my home she says “Hi there, I’ve just had my home built recently and was wondering if you could help me move somethings into my house?”. Sure I replied, the lady showed me where her belongings were stored and one by one I carried in her light furniture and containers.
Strange things began to happen the next couple days. First, Joey was in the living room of Grandma’s house making a jig saw puzzle. He heard the sound of a horses hooves walking slowly on the street then the sound stopped in front of the house and heard someone put something in Grandma’s mail box. Joey heard the horse walk away and a little while later Grandma’s mailbox blew up. Next, Ms. Wilcox’s outhouse was destroyed by a cherry bomb. Then, a dead mouse was found floating in the bottle of milk that was delivered to the front
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
After traveling for a while, Rob and Mary came upon a house that seemed to be vacant, which was exactly what they were looking for. When Rob tried to yank the door open, he noticed that it was locked. After exclaiming to his sister that it was locked, Rob started to bang his fist upon the door until he heard an angry man’s voice.
Marley followed her up some creaky stairs to a bedroom; Indie knocked on the door then opened it. Marley gasped audibly as an old woman stared at her from the corner of the room. The old woman was missing her right eye and her face was severely burnt, blood was dripping down her face onto her already stained
After going back down to the basement they started to go down the creepy dank stairs. After reaching the bottom of the stairs they found a dead end. “All of this work and worry for nothing!” screams Ray.
Ben was in a very good mood UNTIL… he found his garden all messed up his flowers were all over the yard and his veggies had not little not big it was a size I can not explain very well. Get this Legend tells it the flowers and the veggies spelled the word GET OUT. GO AWAY. It scared ben he ran into the house and then the house was torn ripped and more the pictures were terrible the glass his whole house was ruined and then ben said I give up!
Throughout one’s life, he or she will experience many situations where a lesson is learned, or a fear is amassed. One person may be able to deal with such terrors easily, while another will suffer because of the dread and panic that now haunts them. The poem ‘My Fear’ by Lawrence Raab discusses the haunting situation of fear following someone, and the personification, imagery, and tone of the speaker all provide depth to this seemingly innocent poem and allow one to truly appreciate how fear and troubles affect him or her.
It is 9:00am on a warm July morning. John Smith is dropped off near an affluent neighborhood. He creeps down a side street and enters the back yard of a large home. John uses a pry bar he had hidden in his pants to break open the door. Once inside he heads for the upstairs. When he reaches the second floor he finds the door to the master bedroom and enters to find the jewelry he had come for. John takes the watches, bracelets, necklaces, and rings and stuffs them into a small duffle bag. He quickly turns and when he exits the bedroom is confronted by a teenage girl, who he knows to be the daughter of the home owner. John makes a quick decision and hits the girl in the head with the pry bar and she falls to the floor. John now panicky flees the home.
Cora was relieved to have finally reached her rented house. She turned off the ignition and hauled her luggage out the boot. The two story house loomed over her. Cobwebs clung to every corner of the porch. A fine layer of dust was on the balcony. It looked nothing alike the photo the real estate agent had shown her. An owl suddenly hooted and broke the silent night sky. Her heart was thumping out of her chest. She slid the key in the lock and the door slowly creaked open. The sound was a pain to her ears but she continued. Cora was so sleep deprived she instantly dozed off as her head touched the pillow on the
She left the party before the man even got his turn she came to her sense and saw the rage on the man's face she fled swiftly and impatiently. The man and his goons chased after her. She tripped over her long gown and tried to rip it so she can run she was running so fast she forgot where she was going. Then all of a sudden she felt a thud on her head. Barely keeping her eyes open she felt her being strangled by a rope. She gets choked to
Just as he opened them he saw the father glaring viciously at him, however he paid no mind and continued to the backyard where he saw a swing. He walked towards it and touched the seat, with a breath of sigh smiled remembering all the the times as a child he would fly off from going too high, then as he'd begin to cry his mother would comfort him with some iced tea and a band aid. He made his way back to the from off the house where the mother and father both awaited him. He held a glimpse of shock and fear in his eyes as if he were about to be shot for trespassing which was indeed illegal. They stared and asked him why he was there and he said” this is my old home, I lived here as a child may I come in?” They agreed to let him but only for a short time. He walked around touching doors walls and even their floor, much to their discomfort and displeasure. Every time he stopped he had another moment when he'd stand perfectly still and either laugh,cry,frown,or grimace to himself, causing serious tension to gather in the air. He walked upstairs to his room over to get a glimpse of his room.He smiled as he saw the little boy playing with toys, but he suddenly frowned up miserably as he had a memory of his father taking his toys and throwing them out of the
The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost: nowhere close to home. It was a feeling of relief to get away from all the problems at home. The road was deeply covered with huge pines and baby aspen trees. Closely examining the surrounding, it looks as if it did the last time we were up here.