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“Mommy, where are we going?” I trudged along holding all my belongings on my back, besides my teddy bear, I held him in my arms. We seemed to have been walking for hours but every time I asked Mommy where we were going, she just kept saying we were almost there. Maybe she would have a different response this time. “We are almost there, honey. Just keep walking. We will make it there soon.” Her voice sounded tired and dreary. I wanted to stop and take a rest but I knew that I couldn’t just stop with this big crowd around us. I looked down at my chest, seeing my beautiful golden star that I wore over my heart. I didn’t know why I had to wear it but Mommy said that only the most special people got to wear one. “Look, honey. Those are the gates! We are almost there!” Mommy’s voice seemed to suddenly be spurred with hope and light. I looked up to see huge iron gates that seemed to glare down at us. …show more content…
“Well, we have to, Hannah. This is going to be our new home.” She tried to smile but I could tell it wasn’t her usual bright smile. I shrugged it off though and kept just putting one foot in front of the other. Everyone had slowed down as they realized that we were almost to our destination. Then a loud, cruel voice broke through the silence. “Keep moving, you animals!” The voice startled me and Mommy and we instinctively picked up our pace. As the gate got closer, my knees got weaker. It looked dark and scary inside there. “Mommy, I don’t want to go in there!” My lip started to pout as I felt tears coming to my eyes. “It’s okay, honey. We will be okay in there.” Mommy reached down and grabbed my hand as we kept getting
“Take me to the next town. I don’t care where it is. Just take me there.” The girl whispered, shivering and sopping wet from the rain.
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
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.
I could barely keep myself from jumping out of my chair. I listened intently, noticing the pronunciation of each word as it danced out of my father’s mouth. “It was pitch black. I was only a year or two older than you, you know. And the forest… the forest was so dark. As we paddled through the water toward the floating black mass of the island, it became hard for me to tell where the water ended and the treeline began.” I felt my heart beating deep inside my chest and fought the urge to leap up and scream with excitement and fear.
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.
She says in a weak voice. “Yes, it’s me. Everything will be okay.” I told her as tears were rolling down my cheeks. “Mommy,” Amanda says crying “Are you okay?”
SCREECH! Subsequently, we were through the first and second door of the demonic horror land, eventually arriving at the gate of the third. Like transparent ghosts, we slid through the thick curtain as the doors repeatedly slammed behind us. A figure wrapped in linen cloth came chasing after us and I willed the vehicle to go faster, but it slowed against my control. Thus, I sat grasping the railing tightly in case something even horrid should rise unexpectedly through the depths of the floorboards. "I'm going to have nightmares!" My sister whimpered.
I am really awfully sorry, but right now it is not the time for me to be talking, we need to get some help!” I was then carried fourth to that dusty pink house right in front which had an open gate and an elder sitting in the front porch. The elder asked “Oh, what do I have hear? Is there something I could do for you guys as that child of yours is crying?” I had always been mistaken as my aunts child, we looked quite alike and I just inhabit some of her quicks and movements which seems quite identical if you ask me. “I really need to use the bathroom grandma and I promise to clean it up right after. Oh, and could you please get me some band aid and safety aids? That will surely
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I watched Amy and Russ take off, leaving me with a giant. The creepy looking animal caused a shiver to fall down my spine. In fear, I gulped, but then heard a voice yelling at me.
Knowing that something sad was about to pour out of my parent's mouths I tried to think on the bright side. I kept saying to myself, it cannot be that bad, it can't be that bad. I was deeply regretting even leaving my room in the first place. He started off by saying your grandmother is very sick. I replied to him saying “with what?”
The More Not The Merrier “Mama…. Where are you?” I whimpered. No response. As I stared at my feet, tears rolled down my cheeks and onto the floor.
My father knelt down and kissed my forehead as he said, “Don’t worry, Princess, Mommy will….Oh here she is now!” I sprang from my warm, sheltered seat and sprinted to the front window as quickly as my tiny legs could move. My fingers grasped the long, wooden windowsill and my little pug nose pressed against the window pain. My breath delivered a frosty appearance on the glass as my eyes strained to see my mother step out of her car. My toes ached with pain as I fought to stay in view with the outside world.
"When I was a young girl," she reflected with a laugh, "I remember us going out one day to play. We were on our bikes, which is how we usually got around, wearing our best Sunday clothes at the time, white frocks with frilly lace. We were walking along the wall of the sewage centre. I said 'Let's go over that wall and see what's there. I'll help you over first. Come on, it will be ever so much fun.' So I helped her up over the wall and she landed right in a sewer filled with muck. I said 'I'll be right over. Keep on going!' By the time she came out, her dress (for picture day) was filthy! She came up to me the next day and said 'My mother says I'm not to have anything more to do with you.' But of course that didn't last five minutes."
“Hey! Stop moving you little love bug!” Noah tightened his grip around her, not letting her get down. She was no match for his strength and so she looked up at him with a pout hoping he would let her go if she looked at him long enough. Noah chuckled and shook his head, “I know you must be excited to explore your new home, but we have to go test drive the best part of the house!”