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S is for scary A couple nights after Halloween, my friends and I thought it was be fun it we went to go watch a scary movie. Some of my friends didn't want to go on Halloween night because they thought it would be too scared, so we went a couple days after. I don't remember what we watched but all I remember is it said it was rated R, and I didn't even get scared of flinch once through out the whole movie. My friend were scared to death, they were hiding behind there hands, hiding behind there jackets, they were even hiding behind me. I just sat there in the movie theater, with a straight face. The movie was about how this girl, she just moved to a new town and she met a boy. The girls parents abused her, so the boy always saw her arm with
bruises so one day the boy decided he would invite her over. The boy lived in a house that was in the woods or forest I don't ember anyways, He invited her over and they girl heard something from the basement. The boy was in another room so she thought she was just quickly check it out. She went down stairs and there was this room. She opened the door and saw a girl she was tied down to the bed. There was blood all over the place. They girl screamed and the boy went down stairs and told her she couldn't tell anyone or she would die. The girl pushed the boy down and ran upstairs and called for help. The was about to step out the front door when the boy stabbed her in the side. She fell and he had a gun and he was about to shoot when a police officer shot him right I the arm. The police helped the girl and the girl that was in the basement was the boys sister, she was down for when the boy brought girls over they would go downstairs and he would kill them. The boy went to jail then escaped to the girl who almost died had to go hiding. It sounds better than it is. There were no good jump scares, everything was way to obvious it was going to happen. The movie was a total waste of money. It would have been so much better if we just rented the movie, it was $7 for nothing. My friends though it was the scariest thing in the world, if they thought that was scary they would hate to see what I call "scary." They almost dropped there popcorn on me. I went to the restroom a bunch of times because I thought it was too boring, then I also had to go beca use some of my friends had to go and they were too scared to go alone . After the movie, my friends wanted to go to go eat something, far away from the theater. We went to Burger King. It was only a couple blocks away. My friends were starving when they got there. They didn't even eat the popcorn they got. They dropped it all because they got scared. I have no idea how much food they ordered, but with all the food, you could feed two or maybe even three family's. All I got was a hamburger, a cookie, and a milkshake. After that I was full. My friends got like two burgers each, three cookies each, two milkshakes each, three ice cream cones and one large fries for each of them. I was getting full just by looking at them.
A movie, “The Other Sister,” is about two mentally challenged people name Carla Tate and Daniel. Carla Tate, a 24-year old woman, return to San Francisco from a sheltered boarding school after long years. After rejoining with her overprotective mother Elizabeth, a gentle and thoughtful father Radley, and two young and older sisters, Carla announces that she wants to attend a local school called Bay Area Polytech, a normal vocational school. Nevertheless of her mother Elizabeth’s disapproval, Radley supports her to pursue her dream. On the first day, Carla meets a boy named Danny and helps him when someone calls him “retarded.” They both get close to each other and fall in love quickly. Carla envied Danny for living on his own, so
The plot of the movie was that a man’s sister had died and he believed she had been murdered. The viewer later learns that the girl is alive and had an affair with her husband’s doctor. The man never finds out his sister was still alive because she gets
When I learned that I would have to do my ethnographic report on what I did during Halloween, I was worried because I live in Turnpike and the most excitement that happens in turnpike is the sound of the garbage truck when it comes to pick up the Wednesday trash. Fortunately something did happen to me and I realized I would not have to write a boring paper of how I woke up and just stayed in my room the whole day. Well the day started off with me waking up and walking to the bathroom to take a shower, as soon as the turned the water on I realized I had left my shower and rather than turning off my shower I stayed in because the warmth of the hot water was too seductive for me to get out and get my towel. In the shower I had my usual thoughts about life, death, and comebacks to old arguments. Afterword I got out of my shower and reached for my toothbrush, which was located in a cupboard behind the toilet, but I grabbed at it too quickly and it fell in the toilet. I stood over my toilet for about five minutes just staring at my toothbrush in the toilet not believing what just happened, after that I started blaming myself for being too impatient. When I was done feeling sorry for myself I went into my room in search of another toothbrush but unluckily I couldn’t find one, so I had to go walk to the local store at around 7:30 in search of a toothbrush. While searching for a replacement toothbrush I realized that not that many people were in the store, I had always thought that stores were busiest in the morning and evening but apparently that’s not true. Once I got my new toothbrush I finished brushing, got dressed and went to catch the 11 to the Transit Center.
I can’t hold in my excitement as I run to the foyer. Mom looks at me worriedly, but I ignore her and throw open the door before the person standing behind it can knock. He looks at me with boredom lacing his expression, obviously expecting my weird gift to tell the future. I quickly hug him and grab his pale hand, pulling him outside. Tonight is Halloween, and the only time my pale blonde friend visits me. He’s my first and only friend, so I don’t mind that he doesn’t play with me the other three hundred sixty-something days in the year.
Within the picture before me, I see myself. I was dressed in all black; black dress shoes, black pants, a black button-down shirt with a sleek black tie, a black suit jacket, black gloves, a black ski mask, and a black fedora to top it all off. I am not entirely sure what I was supposed to be. Was I a mobster, a thief, or even a personification of the night? The date was Halloween and I was sitting on a bench in front of my house, waiting to scare or give out candy to anybody who approached the door. That year, we had not decorated our house as well as previous years; but we still had a few last minute ideas implemented o let people know that they were welcome to approach. There was a rotating red beacon flashing, jack-o-lantern cutouts over the porch light, and creepy music playing loudly. Despite the decorations, not one person came to our house and hardly anyone had decorated for the holiday along my street. I remember feeling disappointment when I realized that nobody was going to¬¬¬¬ come and anger as people walked by our house without a second glance.
Have you ever been stopped dead in your tracks due to a scary sight? Maybe you’ve felt
This film is in 12 years earlier, begins with 2 young children who are best friends together since they were 5 years old, named Rosie Dunne and Alex Stewart. At Rosie's 18th birthday party they got drunk and
People love to be scared. They like to read and see scary stories. But their views on what they deem freighting changes from person to person. One may say clowns are the things of nightmares, while another argues that zombie are worst. So what is a common denominator that makes a good scary story? Typically it is the attention to detail, the way the writers creates a relatable character, or even ow realistic the scary situation is. If a story has these basic characterizes it is almost guaranteed that it will be considered a good scary story.
Every since I can remember I have liked to watch movies, I would never watch a scary
It was two days till halloween and I went to get my costume. I decided to get a scary costume and I saw a slenderman costume. I wanted to get because I remember three years ago I wanted a slenderman costume me and my dad decide to get it and head back home quick because I wanted to wear the costume so badly. When we went home I ran to the bathroom like a crazy person to try on the costume. When I put the costume on it was hard to get the mask on because I had to zip the mask on when I put the mask on I couldn't see a thing.
It was the regular night shift but some guy was sleeping on the bench with only three items. It was the cell phone that first caught my attention and then the picture and then the hair ribbon. It almost seemed like they belonged together and yet they just didn’t fit.
Even though they might not find out and you can get away with it , never lie to your parents. Sooner or later they may find out. Parents expect you to be honest with them. so you can earn their trust, and, lying to your parents about your location etcetera is not needed. I learned the hard way that honesty is always the best policy with just one night one the town.
Haunted houses are not common in Waynesboro, Virginia but every year there is a haunted forest done to raise money for breast cancer. The haunted forest is called Twisted Creations and was where the first truly terrifying event that ever happened to me took place. I was a scrawny, timid eight year old girl with large, bright blue eyes, sandy-brown hair cut to my shoulder blades who led a sheltered life. Two days before Halloween, my family and I were sitting in our living room after dinner watching the movie Hocus Pocus. My mother was on her computer when she asked “You all want to go to the haunted forest?” We (my three sisters, my father and myself) were all bored and looking for something to do so of course we said yes. We piled in my mom’s red jeep commander and were off.
Stepping out of Port Authority, I watched the city for a moment. I absorbed everything. I missed the town for the several months that had passed since my last visit. I smelled the toasted, sugary nuts from street vendors, I heard the cab horns honking, I watched people cross streets all together in a mob, as soon as the red hand changed to a walking person. I listened to people saying hello, and people saying goodbye to each other outside of the bus station. I watched a cab pass with an ad for the Chicago Broadway show on top of it. I knew that I was finally back in my favorite town.
One particular night still haunts me and is one that I really wish I could forget. I went to bed that night up at my Grandma's house just like I did almost every night, a little apprehensive about what I might hear. At about 1:00 a.m., I was awakened by a loud bang on my window. I thought maybe it was just a dream, so I closed my eyes and started to fall back asleep. Just as I was almost back to sleep, I heard another loud bang followed by mysterious voices; this time I knew it wasn't a dream. At first, I was so scared that all I could do was lay in my bed motionless. I tried to rationalize what the noises I heard could have been, but I couldn't think of any logical explanation, except that someone was outside. My first instinct was to grab my cell phone and call 911. I quickly grabbed my phone off my headboard and held it close to me, still too scared to move, b...