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Kyle is 18 year old guy, who has came from Texas and moved to New York recently. Kyle has just bought a house in a calm, and friendly place where everyone is normal and stuff, he took a look at it so he bought it. But then when he started moving at it, he felt weird as if someone was looking at him the whole time every time he went to the basement but he didn't gave it to much attention so he kept doing hes stuff. But one night when he was sleeping a voice woke him up, and something was telling him to go to the basement, but there was a door in the basement that took him to another some kind of secret basement, but inside that other basement was a really dark room, you could barely see in it. He found a portrait cover with more than 2 blankets, since the moment he took the …show more content…
I really like my new house that i bought a month ago, but every time I feel like somebody's watching me is if like someone was next to me the whole time that's the only thing that creeps me out, I don't know if that's normal. But I was wondering what was inside the room of my basement. So when i went inside of it there were like 19 stairs to go down, but i was funny how, after I got down to the other basement there was a really dark room, it was darker than anything else i've seen in my entire life so i went up stairs to get a lamp, then i went down again, and find out that at the end of the room there was a somehow painting covered with probably more than 1 blanket that was for sure. I went to see what kind of painting it was and then when i uncovered it, it was like a circle with really bright colors, i kept staring at it for like more than 30 minutes. I couldn't stop thinking about it, I didn't took shower since that day, I wouldn't eat since that day, I didn't hang out with people since that day, I didn't eat since that day, I never went to work since that day, everything started since that
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck. 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 locked without a sign of anyone going near them. A cold draft filled the room I was in. The house turned into a horrific scene, and I knew I would never get out alive. It was the Asylum. There’s a rumor in our town, a rumor that started when someone made the observation that everyone fit in. No one was considered strange, homeless, an outsider. That doesn’t seem possible, you think. In my town, there are tons of people with no homes, or people that don’t belong, you think. Well, think again. Those homeless people? Think about how many there are. They fit in with each other. Those people that don’t belong? Once again, they fit in with each other. But then, you
The boy reached for his blanket and covered half of his face in fear. The footsteps continued, getting louder every step. “It’s just mom and dad” he told himself. “No need to worry.” Footsteps were heard getting closer and closer to his room door. LOUD but slow, fear was uprising into the young boy’s heart. Suddenly they stopped and started going away.
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I thought I was going to leave empty handed until I spotted the stack of boxes in the far left corner. There was a small wooden box on the top labeled David Walker with black sharpie. This is it. I thought. I sprinted out of the attic holding the box in one hand and the ladder in the other. Out of breath, I plopped down onto my bed, sitting with my legs crossed and the box out in front of me. Answers… Please give me answers. I thought as I opened the box. Inside held a picture of a man with dark skin and short black hair. I assumed this was my father. In his arms was my mother. They were both smiling uncontrollably as if it was the best day of their lives. What went wrong… I thought. Underneath was a black journal, tied shut with a thick string. I lifted it out of the box, untied the string, and began to read the
Have you ever experienced an unusual phenomenon that you can’t explain? A paranormal occurrence that left the hairs on the back of your neck chilled for days? Most explain it aside, but the possibilities of why you feel so uneasy are limitless. Especially if you experienced this at Waverly Hills, also known as one of the most haunted places in the world. Most think it’s just a Haunted House set up for Halloween, but the harsh truth is this; every pondering individual that has courageously walked through this Sanitarium during anytime of the year has experienced doors automatically slamming shut, visible orbs, shadows, mists, so-called ‘hallucinations,’ scratching noises, footsteps, barking, and other various spooky noises. They each left with a
Me and my family were done watching an exciting movie at AMC called “Ready Player One”. It was was about video games and ,also it has a lot of action too. Trent and I were acting like a lunatic after the movie so my mom told me to stop and I calmed down a bit, but that didn’t stop Trent though. My dad walked towards the soda machine refilling the drink and the enormous popcorn bowl. I felt really spiritless to the point where I just wanted to help my dad refill the drink. My mom disappeared into the restroom and Trent was fooling around like a insane monkey. While I continued refilling the drink, I heard a click and banging on the glass door. I then turned around and saw Trent banging on the door outside, that’s when I realized that Trent locked himself out of the theater. “HELP ME,” Trent said through the door, but I couldn’t hear him, it just made me burst out laughing. “Trent how did you get outside”, I could barely get the words out of my mouth since I was laughing all over the place. “ What’s going on,
Every new graduated high school student wants to get out of their parents’ house. They want independence, and to feel like they are going somewhere in life. Well, that’s what I thought. Moving out was the hardest thing I had done so far. I had just graduated and was barely making any money but I thought oh well so many people move out this young I’m just going to have to work harder, maybe skip school this semester until I can get on my feet to take classes. I knew all too well that I wouldn’t be able to afford it on my own, so I asked my best friend if she wanted to live with me. Little did we both know that living with another person would be a very different experience then living with our parents. We had plenty of fights over messy rooms, the empty fridge, empty bank accounts, and annoying neighbors.
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