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As the sun began to set on the old, abandoned house strange noises filled the air sounding a lot like a scream. Four people emerged from the shadow at the doorway of the remains of the home covered in splatters of a richly coloured liquid looking like liquidized rubies. The four figures were walking together in a horizontal line in height order. On the right hand side there was a tall sandy brown haired male with glowing red eyes, blood splattered across his reasonably pale face and black plastic rimmed glasses which had the light reflecting off them in a way that would hide his eyes; next to him was another male with fluffy looking silver hair, he too had blood splattered across his pale features and his eyes were a bright amber and glowing, …show more content…
The strange group kept walking in silence down the lonely street, no one was there it was completely dead and silent except for their foot steps. It didn't take long before it became night, the stars twinkling like usual and the moon reflecting the sun's light making the dark sky a little lighter. They kept walking when they spotted a couple that looked to be in their earlier twenties walking past, no real attention was payed to them until the woman yelled something about them being covered in blood and to call the …show more content…
"Do it... we have about 10 minutes anyway." The crimson eyed male teen said taking off his glasses to clean them. The woman was shaking at this point, you could practically smell the fear coming off of her and to the small group it was refreshing.
“Enough of this already are we going to kill her or not?” The taller girl asked very bluntly crossing her arms looking at the others. “Yeah course we are” The other three said. Meanwhile the trembling woman tried to make a run for it, stumbling as she did so.
“What are we waiting for then?” The wolf like girl then asked still grinning “Let's get her!” she then ran after the prey followed by the silver haired boy who was laughing. The other two rolled their eyes melting into the shadows and appearing in front of her, their eyes glow had intensified by this point and looked blankly at the running victim who then took a turn running down a dark alley way which unfortunately for her lead to a dead
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The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
Every night at midnight, the narrator, ventured into the old man's room without making a sound, to observe the very eye at which made his blood run cold. The old man did not suspect a thing. During the day the narrator continued to go about his daily routine, and even went so far as to ask the old man every morning if he slept well the night before. Upon the eighth midnight of the nightly ritual, the narrator proceeded to the old man's room as usual; however, this night was different. As he slipped cat-like into the room, the old man sat up suddenly in his bed, crying out "Who's there?" The narrator stood there silently for over an hour, as did the old man who did not lie back down. Finally he opened the lantern ever so slightly, letting in only a single dim ray, only to see that the eye was wide open. "It was wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness— all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones."(Edger). Then suddenly he heard "a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton."(Edger). This prompted the narrator to leap into the room, drag the old man off the bed, and pulled the heavy bed over him. After carefully checking to make sure that the man was dead, he proceeded to chop up the body, and discretely bury the pieces under the planks of the floor. Not long after, the police came because of a shriek reported by a neighbor. The narrator invited the officers in and sat them r...
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Loud booms of thunder impacting the ground woke me up in the middle of the dark gloomy night. I looked outside to see the dim crescent moon, while the lightning, and rain take over the night sky. One of the nightlights in front of the house began to flicker continuously. The light flickered off and when the light flickered back on, a glimpse of a shadowy figure appeared. It appeared that the obscure figure had on glove, a trench coat and a homburg hat.
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The street was silent except for the occasional shrieks and screams that could be heard from the same house they always came from. Three houses down from the corner of Shelberry and Birch St. to be exact. This was obviously nothing new as the noises that came from this house were almost always the same and almost always came at this time of night. The neighbors around here had gotten used to it by now, for they knew that the noise would end early on in the night, as the owner was still respectful to her neighbors and their kids. No one ever worried about about the shrieks and cries for help, because they all knew that no one was in any danger.
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A lit, hand painted, oil lamp now hung on a hook beside the door. The door was open, and he could hear the sound of chatter and laughter and the smell of freshly cooked food floating through the house. Suddenly there were footsteps in the passage, and then the door opened a little wider. A head popped in, then just as sudden it disappeared.
As quietly as he could, Billy slipped back out of bed. He grabbed that candle holder, with the lit candle inside, and opened the door, trying his hardest to avoid creaking the henges. He walked down the long hallway, and up the steps, which creaked slightly, and headed towards that fourth floor. When he reached his destination, he noticed that there was but a single door at the end of another long hall. Slowly, he edged toward the door. Thinking that he heard footsteps behind him, Billy turned quickly in the direction of the noise. The flames of the candle twisted and flickered against the dark halls. Billy saw no one, so he turned back, still edging towards the lone door.
A Wolf’s Cry Wolves are misunderstood. Beautiful and wild, never able to be tamed, and the epitome of freedom. They only want to be accepted and loved for what they are. Now, here I stood, at the International Wolf Center, located in Ely, MN.
I went downstairs and to my surprise, the house was completely dark. Windows closed and curtained, not a sound could be heard. I silently walked down the stairway. Every step I took created a creaky sound of the wooden steps. I just looked down towards the hallway and saw two glooming red eyes in the dark. I was horrified. As I reached in the main room, everyone screamed and scared the hell out of me! They turned on the lights.
A Scary Kidnapping It was a cold winter night, an eerie silence gripping us, as we tried, but failed miserably , to climb over his apartment gate and get home. “We have to hurry up” Sumedh whispered, not wanting to penetrate the still air. My family and I came to LA 2 days ago, as a vacation during Christmas break. We were staying at my dad’s college mate’s house for a few days, then moving on to Palm Springs.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
This so called “haunted house” was three stories tall with statues and water fountains in the front and backyard. Leading up to the doors was a huge staircase that expanded as you went down them. The doors had huge door knobs and next to the door on podiums were lions that looked like