“Mom! I’m going downstairs to watch TV!” I hollered up to her. “Okay Tosh. Why are you going to basement? We never go down there. But by that time I was rushing down the stairs, excited to watch the season finale of The Flash. When I arrive at the basement floor, I looked around curiously. There was a thin layer of dust on every surface; spider webs in many of the cracks and crevices, and a bunch of junk my dad rich dad used to store and this dingy basement. My dad died in the chemical experiment; he was very crazy and he just went you for this one time. The experiment killed him and sent bad gasses through the town. My family is now well known in a bad. People call us crazy and no one wants talk to us. We try not to think about him because …show more content…
“Now that is creepy. Why are my sister’s dolls down here anyway?” I said out loud. “Whatever.” So I just kept walking to the movie room. As I passed the huge closet and enormous fireplace, I was finally in the movie room. “Wow! This basement is huge!” I thought myself. The finale is about to start so I grab the remote for the 100 by 100 inch TV. I turn it on and right away, white black lines go across the screen. I see a hint of red scattered on the TV. All of a sudden, the TV goes all white and I see that there is not red in the TV, it’s on the TV! I then came to the consensus that it is blood! I started to think about the doll. Suddenly, the lights go out and the TV turns black. Reclined back, I struggle to get up. When I got up, my legs are shaking. I sprint up to the light switch. I tried turning it on but the switch was busted. I rushed to the door. I tried the doorknob, but it was locked! “Somebody had to have done this.” I thought to myself. Thoughts started rushing through my head; I was getting anxiety, I start hearing noises and voices. I listen more carefully, I hear the sound of air hockey table turning on and off, I hear the claps of thunder, I hear scratching coming closer! Closer! Closer! Closer! Closer! Suddenly, the creepy overwhelm me; I hear the piano playing by itself! I looked back at the TV in search of the doll. The TV started turning on and off. The doll was …show more content…
But that was not all; the baby doll was perched up sitting on the windowsill. I couldn’t handle it any longer; I sprinted to the closet and hid in there. I peek through the crack and see the doll moving, looking around for me with a knife in its hand ready to ravage me into pieces. I jumped back at the thought of it. I hit my head on something. I take my phone out of my pocket; I shined the flashlight on the mysterious object. It was a tank of liquid Nitrogen. Thoughts start to circle my head of what I can do. I then imagine me with my head excised from the malicious baby doll and his huge butcher knife. I needed to do something, and do it quick! I took the tank and burst out of the closet. I sprayed the liquid Nitrogen on the locked door and kicked the door down to the floor. I sprinted to the doorway leading upstairs. I went so fast I felt like the strike of lightning I saw out of the window. I halted to a stop. The baby doll was somehow in front of me! I didn’t know what to
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...
I can see a crack of light coming from under the bathroom door. I keep hearing a strange sound, almost like a hurt puppy. As I walk closer, I see a dark puddle on the floor. Suddenly, I am very afraid. I slowly open the door. “Mommy, Mommy, are you ok?” My mother looked at me and cried, “Dial 911, Darling! Hurry, Honey, Hurry!” There is so much blood—on the floor, on her clothes, and on her hands. I can hear the sirens now. Mommy goes for a ride in the ambulance. My three day old baby brother and I have to stay with the neighbor until Daddy comes and picks us up. What happened to my mother?
I'd look into that closet and see darkness, then I'd start to see a light starting to form and it went into like a ball shape sort of like a basketball and then I'd see a face in that ball—they call that a ghost globule—I didn't know what it was then. It was the face of an old lady, and she was not looking pleasant—the ball came out into my bedroom and I could hear footsteps and heavy breathing, the room became icy cold, that's a psychic cold—and I'm saying to myself, “There's a logical reason for all of this,” but by that time I was out of the bed and right between my mother and father in their bed.”
Again, Kristy didn't hear the slightest bit of movement so she went upstairs to look. When she got upstairs she turned to the right, walked a couple of steps, and stood in front of the already open door to Temprence's room. As her mom, Kristy thought that this was very odd because she rarely left her door open, especially when she has people over and they're in her room. Kristy approached the room, gently and subtly she opened the door to Temprence's room. She was shocked at was she saw, or more like didn't see in the room. Kristy then, walked into the room, the girls weren't there so she started searching for a note saying that they might have just gone somewhere really quickly. Instead of finding a note she found that the window was open and the safety screen had been removed. She took a couple steps so she was in front of the window and looked outside, all she saw was the screen outside directly in front of the window on the
The year is 1943, April 19th, and I’m a young Jewish 16 year old girl. Deep in the ghetto of Warsaw is my new home where I live with my 3 older brothers; Micah, Johnathan, Alexander and me, Katrina Doran. My mother and father are Ezra and Keren Doran. They are both deadly sick from the ghetto. My brothers and I tend to them as much as we can. For 3 years my family has been in this ghetto, plotting, scheming, behind the Germans perfectly unbeaten backs. We’ve joined an unwavering resistance.
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
It was a cold October afternoon in 1996, and I raced down the stairs and out the front door, in an attempt to avoid my mother's questions of where I was going, with whom, and when I'd be back. I saw my friend Kolin pull up in his rusted, broken-down gray van, and the side door opened as Mark jumped out and motioned for me to come. I was just about to get in when my mother called from the front doorway. She wanted to talk to me, but I didn't want to talk to her, so I hopped in pretending I hadn't heard her and told Kolin to drive off.
My stomach began to growl. My obstacle was ahead of me which was the elevator, sweat dripped down my forehead. What have I got myself into I thought? , Why didn't I just tell my family that I didn't want to go on this ride. I began to hear screaming, from the previous riders I wanted to turn back but it was too late. It was my turn the elevator was filled with 6 seats in each three rows, my feet walked to the seat closest to the bars by the elevator. As soon as I could try to figure out how to keep myself calm a “ghost “ outside the elevator appeared. I saw a familiar face, then I thought back to the intro, “ it's the family member who disappeared “ I whispered to my dad. After I saw the ghost my heart beat faster and faster, I was usually scared of bugs,but today it was ghost. The elevator moved closer but before I could look to see the ghost the elevator dropped leaving my stomach with butterflies. Clear circular tears dripped down my face I couldn't believe this, my sister said this ride wasn't bad but I realized that this was the worst memory I will remember at Disney. As soon as I thought the ride was over another scream came out of my throat. I knew another drop was gonna come, I didn't even care anymore. I closed my eyes as I felt all the drops make my butterflies
We had all just got back from Des Moines. Alivia, Lexi, Brianna, and I wore sitting on her bed. Our faces lit up with blue because we were on our phones. It was really late I think maybe eleven o’clock. When I glance up and watch the bathroom door creep closed. I freaked out about it trying to scare everyone else. Alivia basically sits on me. Pulling a mound of blankets over our heads. Everyone is screaming and Brianna’s mom, Keri, runs into her room. Then the door opens slightly and that’s when I actually panic. I cling to Alivia and yelling, “Did you see that?” Keri looks very concerned about us and has fear in her own eyes as she jumps into bed with us. We all don’t know what to do. All of us are telling Keri to go look while we hide under the blankets. My mind is racing I personally don’t want to go check because what if there’s a killer in the bathroom. All I can think is I’m too young die.
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
They found a Halloween costume inside the box which was Mya's dream Halloween costume. Excited, Mya she couldn’t hold her happiness inside her. Therefore, she decided to try it on, but, as Mya was about to do so, the lights went off. Shocked, Mya and her friend just sat there listening and staring at the ceiling as they heard a noise. Frustrated, Mya groaned while listening how the old haunted house creaked. She wished there was light in the basement room. Even though Mya who was not a person who believed in ghosts, she saw how dark shadows gathered in the corners of the room. Suddenly, Mya heard footsteps coming down the stairs, through the hallway and stopped at the door. Someone
When I stepped inside the haunted house, I thought I was going to die. The first step I took, I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I started walking in the haunted house alone because all the people I came with left me to go find something to eat. I was welcomed by this very frightening man with a very frightening chainsaw in his giant hand. I continued to walk along until I got stopped by another man that was even scarier than the last. He told me not to be scared, but I was terrified!
When 12 years old came around, nothing could’ve primed me for the amount of devastation that was to submerge my happy little world. Two months after my birthday, I received word that my renowned and dearly loved, Uncle Dean, had been killed in an unfortunate automobile accident. Crushed, yet filled with a strange numbness, I became withdrawn and dwindled in disbelief. “How could this be?” I would repeat those words of this question over and over to myself, as if it were some magical mantra that could resurrect my deceased best ally. I began taking in the gravity of what this all meant: no more “piggy-back” rides, no more wrestling matches, no more late-night video game contests, ultimately no more fun with Uncle Dean, ever. I never got a opportunity to say good-bye.
It was october 27,2011 when it all went down. 4 friends, Frankie, Jason, D-ron, and Roberto all went to the haunted house of that friday after school. Frankie’s mom drove them all to the haunted house at 10p.m and because it was so close to their house they had to walk home and be back by Midnight. So they paid there 5$ fee and got in line. Talking about what they think is going to happen during the haunted house. As they were talking roberto noticed a white clown with a bat staring them down and slowly walking towards them when they were about to go through. As they walked through all you could hear was D-ron screaming, but roberto still saw the white clown behind them. When It1 was over all they talked about was how loud d-ron was screaming. As
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,