I shot up in bed, my body covered in sweat. My heart was beating so hard it was going to burst. I tried to calm my chaotic breathing, but it was no use. I layed back, staring up at the ceiling, my breathing ragged and my heartbeats pounding in my ears. Every night for the last month this happened. Now that I had awoke, it was only a short time before the voices came. Quiet, inaudible whispers that left my skin crawling. These small ghastly whispers made me claw at my ears, which were now covered in scabs. Then I heard it, laughter. Where was it coming from? I scrambled to my window, becoming tangled in my sheets and struggled to pull open my curtains. My eyes scanned the empty street and it was then I saw it. On the edge of the treeline stood …show more content…
I pulled my sweatshirt that I had discarded on the floor last night over my head. I slipped on my Totoro slippers and made my way downstairs. I grabbed a bag of chips and scurried back to my room. My house was empty, but I still felt safest in my room. I flipped open my laptop and wrapped self in my blanket. After placing the disc in my computer, I was about to start my movie when I heard the laughter. That same scratchy laughter from last night. It began getting loud, staticky. My vision began to blur, like tv static and my head began pounding. I layed back on my bed, rubbing my temples. After a few minutes, the pounding behind my eyes subsided and I sat up in my bed. After a few moments, I opened my eyes only to be struck with fear.He stood in the corner of my room. Black tentacle-like tendrils began protruding from His back. Black fuzz along with the sound of hushed, raspy child-like voices began growing around the tendrils. His knee length arms reached out towards me, His fingers beckoned me to Him. His face began to split where His mouth should be and he spoke with the black mouth that had been recently torn.
“Come Alana,” His mouth curled at the edges as he spoke with his devilish voice.
“Where are we going?” I wasn’t shaking, I felt steady and strong, even in His presence.
“Where you belong. You are not Human. Come,” He beckoned me with His hand once
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The UnderRealm was a place for the monsters that terrorized your nightmares, the shadows you catch a glimpse of out of the corner of your eye. It was the place of my birth. I had spent long enough in this mundane world and I longed to rejoin my devilish companions. I looked back up to the monster before me, he had returned to his original form, pale face and long arms. I stood, walking past him and out the door of my bedroom. I pushed open my parents room and yanked up the carpet, leading to our “Panic Room.” I climbed down the wooden ladder and pulled on the light string hanging above me. I walked to the shelf housing military grade boots, ammunition, non-perishable foods and other survival supplies. I pulled down my pair of boots, packs of ammunition and tossed them onto the floor above me. I climbed out of the room and grabbed my things from the floor. I made my way to the basement and walked to the gun safe. I punched in the five digit code and it popped open. I grabbed a small pistol and a hunting knife. After changing into my new outfit, black skinny cargo pants, a mid-length cloak and gas mask, I walked to the front door. The knife was strapped to my calf and my gun to my hip. He stood at the front door waiting for me. He pulled the door open and instead of my front porch it lead to the UnderRealm. I walked to the edge of the door and smiled, closing my eyes. My once crystal blue eyes, became
Millions of Jews, gypsies, disabled, and Slavic people brutally died because of the Holocaust. Between Shades of Gray and Night both are daunting stories about people who had to go through the struggles of prejudice. These two novels have characters that are related in some aspects and distinct in others. The characters I find the most alike are Lina and Elie, Ona and Mrs. Schächter, and Elena and Shlomo. Lina and Elie are alike by loving and defending their families. Likewise, Ona and Mrs. Schächter are alike by how they react to the harsh events. Finally, Elena and Shlomo are alike by being strong in a time of crisis. These character’s traits are slightly different, but mostly alike.
The Holocaust is known to be one the World's greatest catastrophes. Many people know about it, but very few know how life was like in the concentration camps. In the memoir, Night, Elie Wiesel utilizes figurative language like metaphors, irony, foreshadowing, and unique sentence structures, to convey and compare how life during the Holocaust was ghastly, full of lies and regret, and how it was like "one long night, seven times cursed"(25).
Have you ever felt different from everyone else? Does your mind function in a unique way? Have you ever wanted to just live alone in a world of your own? In the novel The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, by Mark Haddon, a fifteen year old boy with Asperger's named Christopher, tries to solve a mystery involving the perplexing murder of his neighbor's dog. Christopher, being the narrator, takes readers on a journey inside his psyche, as he navigates the troubling and hectic world around him.
The faultiness theory can be seen that without order there will be no anarchy, without murderers who kill lacking penitence there will be no need for the ‘hero’ a protector for the people, the common man.
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 can lead you into that kingdom level above human. That can’t happen unless you leave the human world that you’re in and come and follow me. Time is short. Last chance.”
In the poem “Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost, the Romantic poet explores the idea of humanity through nature. This sonnet holds a conversational tone with a depressing mood as the man walks in the dark city trying to gain knowledge about his “inner self”. The narrator takes a stroll at night to embrace the natural world but ignores the society around him. His walk allows him to explore his relationship with nature and civilization. In “Acquainted with the Night”, the narrator emphasizes his isolation from the society by stating his connectivity with the natural world.
Earlier than the rooster crows on a friday morning, no school, but on the road by 7. The overwhelming feeling of exhaustion takes over as both a father and his daughter procrastinated with packing the night before. Going 70 mph down a familiar road brings out nostalgia and the girl´s thoughts wander back to a version of a hopeful 7 year old; gazing out the window and memorizing every tree and hollow, or ¨holler¨, on the route. Looking out of the window brings a smile to both of their faces as there is a wistfulness in expecting sunflower fields and familiar fishing ponds. Now, just as mesmerizing, but nothing unexpected arises as the worn out road reveals more cows, more ramshackle houses, more memories.
I tried to focus on the far wall to silence my mind from this torment when I spotted a man in the corner staring at me in quiet contemplation. Slowly he stepped forward and I
The figure resembled a snake and what made the situation even more odious is the thought of this snake like creature slithered who knows were and was now on my bed and touched me. In disbelief, I blanked several times to make sure what I was seeing was real I knew this had to be a dream but as I tried to move my body was stuck to the bed, I was paralyzed with fear. I then closed my eyes again for a few minutes try to calm my nerves when I open my eyes again it was morning.
I looked behind me before slowly pushing the window open. A loud banging from the other room caused me to jump. I took a deep breath as I quickly snuck out of my only possible escape to find my self in the middle of my backyard. Barefoot and possibly standing on the murder weapon. My dad’s old shovel masked with
One day, there was a man, walking through the woods to get back home. The man had quite a way to go to get back home but, it was getting late, and all he had was a flashlight, a small knife, and a video recorder. The man was hearing weirder and weirder noises as he was walking, he was also starting to see weird shapes in the distance, almost as if it was a tall thin man looking at him with tentacle like things coming out of his back, and spreading in the air.
I started to walk down the highway, buy I caught a glimpse of something running through the trees. I ignored it at first, but it happened again and again so I finally decided to go and figure out what was darting in the trees. Turning away from the highway, I headed East, into the trees, and started searching. I searched for nearly 15 minutes without result until I felt the ground beneath me give way. ???!!@#$#@!#$finish!!!
I pulled up to my house late at night. My truck humming as it rolled over the gravel scattered about the driveway. After coasting to a stop, I reached for the knob that controlled the lights. I paused for a moment, and looked out into the beams of light that sliced through the darkness. A thought, a fleeting idea, was developing in my mind. I had just spent half my day shooting the breeze with friends and couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that there is so much more out there, in the real world. “Click” I switched the lights off and then stepped outside into the darkness of night. Instinctively, as I do every night, I looked up at the vastness of the midnight sky. Tonight was extraordinary, it seemed as though all of the stars had been drawn out for a special occasion. Even the most faint of stars seemed extra bright, with the backdrop of pure blackness and not a cloud in the sky. As I looked up,
I climbed the steps the rotting front door and pushed it open with both hands. The smell of damp engulfed me as I stepped over the threshold and clumps of ash were pumped into the air as I continued onto the carpet. As I passed through, I traced my hands on the familiar wallpaper before placing my hands on the shiny doorknob to the kitchen. I twisted it, listening to the scratching of...