It was a dark winter night when the Narrator received a text from a man that he had been friends with since college. He was happy that he was going to get to see his friend, but the location where his friend told him to meet him was the House of Terror. The House of Terror was a large old house that had been in his friends family for years. The house stood alone on the hill and the closes house to it was miles away. Once he was at the House of Terror his friend sent him a text saying that he was going to be late because he had something he had to take care of. As he looked up at the house, it has a dingy grey color, paint-flaked and neglected, its windowpanes smeary with age and dirt, it's brickwork crumbling away. The path to the door was …show more content…
He went up to the house and as he opened the door slowly it made a loud screeching noise. Once he was inside the house, a musty, dank order creep into his nose. The house was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks and moans. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain leaking through the roof. He quietly entered the dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt, the calm moonlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. The sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep grooves on the ground where they used to sit. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. Picture frames hanged off-centered. A misplaced grand bookcase stood the corner of the room, undisturbed for a long time. Selecting the correct book could’ve revealed a secret doorway into the chambers where all the secrets lie in the House of Terror. As he made his way back into the hallway, a slimmer of light came from behind a door. He approached the door and opened it. The dust swirled around the room as he made his way …show more content…
The Narrator was kind of terrified because he was in the house where his friends father and the boy had disappeared. Also, he was furious because his friend had never told him that his father had disappeared. He then started to wonder if the boy in the picture was his friends brother who had disappeared along with his father. He was ready to find out more about the house and if there was anything else his friend was hiding from him. As he set the newspaper back down on the table there was a loud bang that came from the second floor. He arrived at the foot of the staircase. He stood and peered at the top, wondering if there was something upstairs. He summoned strength and tiptoed his way up the stairs. Each step intensified the moaning and creaking as if the steps could collapse at any moment. He turned to the right, and met his final destination. The door did not give way easier, a forceful push was needed. Stepping inside, a dresser seem to have been pushed against the door, attempting to deny anyone entry. He could make out the outline of bed, edging in closer for a better
Usually, their home is silent, but when one day the narrator suddenly hears something inside another part of the house, the siblings escape to a smaller section, locked behind a solid oak door. In the intervening days, they become frightened and solemn; on the one hand noting that there is less housecleaning, but regretting that the interlopers have prevented them from retrieving many of their personal belongings. All the while, they can occasionally hear noises from the other
...ome the dream of attainment slowly became a nightmare. His house has been abandoned, it is empty and dark, the entryway or doors are locked. The sign of age, rust comes off in his hands. His body is cold, and he has deteriorated physically & emotionally. He is weathered just like his house and life. He is damaged poor, homeless, and the abandoned one.
As Mike arrived at the end of the hallway, he looked on the left side and saw the door to room 1408. The door was different then all the other doors he had seen along the hall; it was slightly bigger and the color was different. All the other doors were black and freshly painted while the door to room 1408 had an old greenish color and there was places were the paint had been chipped. Mike also had a hard time seeing the number of the room since the paint was slightly faded away. When Mike inserted the key in the door handle, his heart was beating as it never had before. Even if Mr. Enslin was afraid, he turned the key and swung the door wide open leaving it to produce a squeaky, irritating sound.
Description of the house follows, very high ceilings, old mansion it seems, with chimney stains, it has been let go. Jumps in time to narrators ex-husband making fun of narrators fantasizing about stains. The next paragraph is the father in a retirement home, always referring to things: ‘The Lord never intended’. This shows how old people have disdain for new things, the next generation appears to be more and more sacreligious. Shows streak of meanness when ‘spits’ out a reference to constant praying, narrator claims he does not know who he is talking to, but appears to be the very pious mother.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Chakky Pasupa The Black Widow “Honey I’m sorry I’m out late tonight again. I’m leaving the office now. Don’t wait on me, ” Peter Harvs, the chief executor officer of World Wide Bank hung up the phone, grabbed his suit case and exited his room. It was a chilly Friday night in downtown Charlotte, North Carolina where Peter Harvs walked out of the World Wide Bank building. Before he reached his car that was parked in front of the building, he heard a loud gunshot and before he realized it, he felt an unreal sense of pain on his left skull and after that everything went blank.
He heard the door to the room open again and his stomach dropped even further. Heavy footsteps approached him as the tugging feel on top of his head
The Endless Maze I hadn't seen the door before. It wasn't there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle, and pushed through. The lady was right. She had warned me about the strange habits of the house before I moved in.
To tell you anything about this game, we must start from the beginning. It all started with a war. It was a war between humans and monsters. The humans wanted the monster’s land so they could expand and own everywhere. It is never told where this story takes place, but I have been told to assume it is in the Rockies. The monsters lost the war and were forced back into a mountain, where they were sealed away forever. Anyone could get in, but no one could get out. It was told there was a need for seven human souls in order to break the spell, and all the souls of the monsters in the underground and ruins would only equal to one soul. The humans had something the monsters didn’t, a thing called, “Determination”. Years passed and the underground evolved, making an entire world beneath the earth.
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.
In this book Harry, Ron, and Hermione(Harry's friend) went to the Ministry of Magic to find the prophecy that Voldemort wanted for himself. This made me think, bad guy versus good guy; who will win. I had to read further. So they found the door that the prophecy was hidden behind. When they walked in, they realized that they were in a room, a plain black room.
The Road To Despair “Drive safely, Gracie,” Mrs. Bennett pleaded with her twenty year old daughter. “I’ll be fine mom,” Gracie assured her, but even as she spoke, she couldn’t help but feel anxious for her first out of state drive on her own. Gracie started the car, put on a brave face for her worried mother and took one last look at her comforting, peaceful, neighborhood. “It’ll be fine,” Gracie told herself, “It’s only two days on the road”.
MARA HEARD ITS heavy footsteps behind her, closing in on her with each passing second, yet she remained calm. Not a single muscle trembled inside her. Despite knowing the beast was chasing her down like a rabid dog, she was not scared of it—never had been, never will be. Spinning on her heels, she faced the creature, staring into its vibrant red eyes with a look as hard as stone, like she wanted it to attack her, to rip her skin and tear her limbs apart until she was no more than a mess of blood and skin. But there was something else in her dark eyes; a bright flame of confidence.
the door. Owen slowly opened the door and there was a man the man said
I blink my eyes open, there's almost no light, only a small amount coming from a hole in the wall. I groan when a pounding ache forms behind my eyes, I sit up and look around at my surroundings. I'm in a cage, that douche put me in a freaking cage. I'm sitting on a board that comes off the wall, speaking of, the walls were a grey brick. There was a giant room, and then this grey cage.