One scary, spooky night the two best friends Louis and DJ were walking home. The sky was cloudy and the street was a little foggy. Both friends have similar personalities. When they were walking, both of them saw a mansion that looked like it had been there for 100 years. DJ glanced at Louis and said, “ We should knock on the door Louis to see if it is really haunted.” Louis gulped and said “ Did you not hear about the stories about this mansion. It was an old man living here 50 years ago and he was nice to everyone in his town. He always had a smile on his face when he went to go talk to somebody. But, one day that smile turned upside down. He had a dog that he loved and was his only family member. When the old man got back from going somewhere …show more content…
Now people think he is a ghost and haunts people who go in his mansion.” DJ walked up the stairs and said, “ They are just myths. So are you coming with me or not I need a partner?” Louis was hesitant to go he doesn’t want to die but he has to go with his friend. Louis said, “ Fine.” Louis was going up the stairs very slow and he couldn’t stop shaking his legs. When Louis finally got up the steps Dj stared at him and said, “ You ready?” Louis nodded his head yes. DJ rang the doorbell and waited for something to …show more content…
When they walked in the door, the door closed and locked by itself. Louis said, “ Do doors do that by themselves ?” “ Well duh it is the 21 first century,” DJ said, while he was looking around the huge hallway. Louis was curious why he saw all the paintings of islands. DJ said, “ We should split up and find any valuable stuff.” Louis looked at him crazy and said, “ Are you stupid the ghost could kill us if we split up.” “ You still believe that dumb myth. Let's just split up and look for some stuff,” DJ said. Louis gulped and said, “ Okay. Pick up your phone when I call you.” Louis went right and DJ went left. When Louis was walking down the hall he saw a door at the end of the hall. He was wondering what to do. There is probably a ghost or a letter or maybe nothing he thought to himself. So he hesitantly opened the door and saw a ghost that yelled, “ GET OUT!” Louis screamed, “ AHHHHHH!” Louis ran the other way where DJ was. While Louis was running away from the ghost DJ was looking around the old man’s room. When he looked under the bed he saw a ghost just staring at him. The ghost said, “ Are you sure this is a myth.” DJ screamed, “
The storyteller is a 65 year old Hispanic woman from Riverhead, New York. I collected the story over the phone on April 2, 2006. She started off by telling me that the story took place in 1988 on Long Island. Her landlord had told her about a wonderful restaurant that she just had to go to, so on a Friday night the storyteller and her husband decided to try it out. When stepping up to the Jamesport Manor Inn she had a creepy feeling just from looking at the old mansion. She claimed that it had an eerie sort of feel to it and obviously did not look like a typical restaurant.
The two children, age five and three, were telling their parents, about seeing a monster with red eyes outside the window, and consequently, they were very afraid. The parents couldn't believe the story, and always told them, not to worry, that probably was just a bad dream.
we later find out that the ghost is in the other room. The ghost is
Urban legends can be effective conveyors of entertainment and morals. We all have heard urban legends during our lives, whether it was in a dorm room, the dinner table, or around the campfire, but rarely do we take the time to fully appreciate the value of the stories. Urban legends have this rare ability to make us question reality. We have this feeling in our minds that says “Oh, this cannot possible be real,” but then our imagination questions that and reels us in and plants a lingering doubt. David Emery, a writer and follower of urban folklore, defines urban legends as “told [to be] true, and plausible enough to be believed.” Besides this lingering suspense, urban legends and similar folklore often have underlying morals that are hard to uncover, but when they are, the stories become clear. When collecting stories, the best and most unique one was a local story native to a town in New York State. I vividly remember how he told the story:
Have you ever had that one bone chilling moments when you feel like someone is there, but no one is? Or when you are home alone and you are positive you heard someone or something. When you turn around when you hear something and all it is a long dark hallway. In this paper you will read about some of the scariest places in America. Imagine walking alone in one of those buildings and hearing a noise or seeing someone or something, but you know you are all alone. Or are you? Norwich state hospital, the Lizzie Borden house, the Stanley hotel, the White House, and the oak alley plantation are some of the buildings where rapes, beatings, death, starving’s, ax murders, and slaves were.
In searching for an interesting and reliable ghost story, I began by asking upperclassmen that would probably have more experience and time to have heard the legends and lore of Maryland. After asking many students, one of my friends knew one from her hometown of Ellicott, Maryland. This friend is a twenty-year-old junior, majoring in finance and accounting. She was born in Virginia but moved around quite a bit during her early childhood. She is Indian, and moved to India at the age of five and lived there for seven years. When she was twelve, she moved to Maryland, and finally moved to Ellicott City, where she resides. She is an only child, possibly making her less susceptible to believing in ghost stories because she never had siblings around to tease and scare her. She speaks several Indian languages fluently, as well as French. She is Hindu, and very observant. Hinduism has a great deal of mythology including ghost stories and legends, which might allow her to believe more willingly in ghost stories. She was a good storyteller, and described to me a very interesting and revealing ghost legend about Ellicott City.
The Amityville Horror The Amityville Horror House located at 112 Ocean Ave looks like an ordinary house, but on the inside lies the horrible events that took place early in the morning of November 13th, 1974, when Ronald DeFeo Jr shot and killed his entire family. DeFeo claims that voices in the house were telling him to kill his family. People in the town say that he was insane and had mental issues, which is their reasoning for why he killed his family. He was found guilty of six counts of second-degree murder.
Elements of the supernatural have long enhanced the folklore of many cultures. Stories of ghosts, magic, and so-called aliens are transferred from generation to generation, sparking our imagination and uncovering our deepest fears. While some stories are clearly fabulous, others are believed by those who tell them. The story I wish to report is of the latter kind: an experience that generated real fear in the teller. Although the story is completely original, it contains ideas reflected in much other folklore, including similar tales from similar locations. And like all folklore, the effectiveness of the story depends upon the performance of the teller and those to follow.
The general argument made by author Heller, Chris in his work, Taking delight in a fright: how haunted houses came about, is about the history of haunted houses. More specifically, Lee also argues that neither haunted houses or Halloween could exist without the other. He writes, that “large haunted house attraction can reportedly earn three million dollars during the Halloween season. Additionally, Lee quotes the author, Lisa Morton, by saying “that Halloween-themed houses first emerged during the Great Depression during the 1930s’ Haunted houses were used as a diversion to keep young people from “damaging property, vandalism, and harassing strangers.” In this passage, Lee is suggesting that Halloween would not be Halloween without haunted
Urban legends and ghost stories play an important role in society. Supernatural and “uncanny” events are evident in the folklore of every culture. Stories of the supernatural, such as ghosts and magic, are typically passed down as oral traditions from generation to generation. With the advent of mass media, such as television and the Internet, ghost stories can become easily popularized. The realm of ghost stories and urban legends is divided among skeptics and believers. However, “the lack of verification in no way diminishes the appeal urban legends have for us,” (Brunvand 2). Whether one believes in ghosts or not, it is not uncommon for some people to blame peculiar happenings on the supernatural. This is not unlike the unexplained chill that goes up you spine or makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck. Regardless whether a ghost story is fantastical or ostensibly based in truth, the overall impact of the story on the listeners depends on the delivery of the orator.
The teller is 24 years old, and works for the state department of education. Originally, he was from the Baltimore area where he attended an elementary Catholic school. He moved to Bell Air in second grade and grew up there. After his parents separated, he moved back to Baltimore to live with his grandparents, and has remained in Baltimore ever since. The sister he mentions in the story moved away to China years ago. A weekend or two ago, he, I, and a few other friends spent the evening in one of our favorite hang-out spots in Columbia, Pub Dog. It was there, sitting in our dimly lit booth, over some beers that I heard him tell this story from his childhood. He spoke in a strangely matter-of-fact tone, considering the weirdness of the story he was telling, and in a smooth, comfortable manner that seemed to indicate he had told the story many times before. Here is the story he told:
Both IRE/F and WAIT can be used seamlessly throughout the classroom discussion times if you understand when to use one and also to extend the learning with the other. I see IRE/F as the most common way to communicate with students, as seen in Transcript 3, Mr. Weber initiates a response from a student, he may dip into analysis, but evaluates and continues with the circle of IRE/F. In the article by Lawerence and Crespo (2016) they state, “…we noticed how this pedagogical routine could discourage or restrict student involvement in … conversations” (5). This is a relevant point because the IRE/F circle is continuos and although can “be repurposed to strengthen social bonds among teachers and students, and to welcome students into the argumentation
Through the hazy panes of the car, my eyes squint through the screens brightened by ancient bulbs of warm familiar light. Within the house I spot grandma, in her tiny delicate frame, hobbling towards the kitchen whilst her husband sat with his back against the wall, captivated by the tv screen. Alongside the house lay the cherry blossoms, hanging low in the breeze of the dusk of day, floating almost like miniature parachutes towards glacial grounds. The trees appeared much more frailer than I recalled. Yume’s large radiant eyes look out from the misty car window and points to the archaic tree with intrigue.
Timmy lived in a neighborhood with three other kids. The kids didn’t come outside much and the neighborhood was mostly old people. Timmy was scared because he watched a movie the night before and all the people in the movie died. Timmy went downstairs to get something to eat and saw something run in the backyard. At first he thought it was a dog but it wasn’t.
a dull grey colour as if it had lost the will to live and stopped