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Haunted house descriptive story
Haunted house descriptive story
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As I carefully entered the haunted house, the door shut behind me and me was stuck in the house. I was banging to start yelling to get out but no one heard me outside.I tried to pull out my phone to use as a light but I knew that before I came in they took it.So I thought to myself should I explore or just sit here in the corner and cry like a little baby.So I went to explore it took me a while to make the dissolution. There were five doors on each side of the wall in a total of twenty doors and there was also some stairs that went up about one story high then they disappear. I heard screams for everywhere but I knew nothing was going to happen so I went up the old rusty stairs. At the end of the stairs, there was a door that said: “ don't enter if you do not…”. …show more content…
There I saw two cats just playing but then I saw a showed that look like six feet tall, it had a cane and a ball of yarn. When I went closer I heard voices saying do not take more steps. I think I was hearing voices or it was just me. So I just keep walking closer to the cat and the person in the black shadow by the cats. I heard more voices at each step I took. closer. I did not know what to do or what is going to happen to me if I touch the cat that is standing in the middle of the room. I was shaking like a washing machine, that is how much I was scared. I touch the cat and I fell down the stairs because the cat scratched my face and the voice said: “ I told you to not touch the
Before that night, I didn’t believe in the paranormal. Now I sure as heck do. I had been chased out of my house after a fight with my step-parents because I wasn’t doing well in school (I had dyslexia), and I had taken shelter in what seemed like a normal house. I realized what I had gotten into after the sun set. The doors were locked without a sign of anyone going near them.
Finding a door to exit would become a puzzling exercise during one of their St. Albans investigations. Terri and Marie were in what is known as “the safe room,” because a large old-fashioned safe is located there. They had completed their investigation and were readying to leave the room when they realized they couldn’t. There wasn’t a door. “It was as if it had been morphed over,” said Terri. “We went around and around in circles. We were growing concerned when we made another lap and there it was. It was as if the door materialized out of nowhere,” she said.
“Jess wake up, wake up!” My brother was calling my name. I was confused as to why he was yelling we usually can’t speak any louder than a whisper. Every morning at dawn you can hear distant explosions of bombs and grenades. After a while they become a part of our daily routine; we wait at least an hour after the first one is released, then you can resume to what my brother and I call a normal life.
One day when we were walking around on Halloween night we were walking around and we walked by the creepy old house. Then when we saw it, we were curious to see what it looked like inside. Floyd and I went up to the house and then all of the sudden the lights flicked on and the door opened. The group walked in and the floor was really old so we had to be careful. We kept hearing sounds and then there was footsteps coming towards us, the doors creaking open, the floor creaking, and voices that were close.
Then I realized my muscles became reluctant to move. There was something in the room, something that was ghastly. Then I felt an unusual aura, as if I could sense something was near the door. I gazed at the door with trepidation, as a shadow blocks the light below the door. I felt a strong sensation of fear that ran through my body.
I couldn’t believe how close it was compared to my original observation spot. I was intently watching to raccoon when I adjusted positions a board scream a high pitched noise. I looked at the raccoon hoping the noise didn’t scare it away, but to my surprise the opposite happed. The raccoon beady black eyes stared straight into mine. Fear spread to every part of my body.
I continued on home walking at a faster pace and everything went black. I opened my eyes and I was in a cold dark cave no light in sight besides the moonlight from the mouth of the cave, I was my hands were tied along with my legs. I tried to get out of the rope when I heard a strange familiar voice. “Ah… you're finally awake” someone said in the mouth of the cave.
I kept going until I saw a door. I got excited and began to walk faster. “Yes!”, I exclaimed with joy. I took one last glance at the creepy building, still not sure what got me there. I turned around only to see that a dark forest waited for me.
Title??? I thought I was safe. I thought that I was safe with her. I guess I thought a lot of things
“That sounds great,” I said. The next day, I was driving in the countryside during a thunderstorm trying to find the perfect “haunted house”. I found a small broken down house on 647th Street in the middle of vast emptiness. It had a vomit color green and all of the exterior was peeling and braking at the seams.
On my way back to the kitchen, I folded the pizza box and tossed it in the trash can. After I turned off the lights, I walked into the bedroom. Immediately, I smelled a sweet fragrance that wasn’t familiar at all. Candles were lit all around the bathroom, and the tub was filled with bubbles, I couldn’t wait to get in. “Take your clothes off,” he whispered as soon as I stepped across the threshold of the bathroom.
They lied, the council lied, they totally knew way more than they were saying, was my first thought as I regained consciousness, boy those portals really can knock you out. I was lying on my back in a field, I opened my eyes only to find it was nighttime. A shadow loomed over me and before I knew it I had whatever or whoever it was pinned. I looked down to find Blake. “Sorry.”
My phone vibrated waking me from my daydream state. I was trying focus on my math homework but my hand had gotten tired of writing so much. I flipped over my phone, slightly blinded by the brightness of the screen I quickly turned the brightness down to low. Then, I was greeted by a text from Ashley, It read “We need to talk.” I had no idea what she was talking about because she seemed upset but we hadn’t argued for years.
Lots of the windows were broken and the door looked like a giant big mouth. People were screaming inside that made me exceedingly anxious. We were the next group that has gone inside. My heart was beating rapidly and I started to feel uneasy. As we opened the door, I peered into the corridor.
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,