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12 Hours It was 7:30 pm, 3 hours 30 minutes after the employers left for a wedding, leaving me in their classic Georgian plantation mansion. I was taking care of their daughter ,Terry, who had just fallen asleep just as the movie we were watching, Monsters Inc., finished. She was an angel in my opinion. Most of the kids i took care of pulled my hair, ran around screaming, and never fell asleep. She was curled up in a ball with her ‘blankey” on the love seat. The house was too large for a family of 3, it was a waste of space. But for my family it would have been a perfect size. I was the second oldest of 5 kids, 2 brothers 2 sisters. My dad abandoned us when I was about 2, leaving my mother to put food on the table for 6 people. I set up a babysitting business to make extra money so i can save up for college, I would hate asking my mom to pay that much. The grandfather clock let out a loud dong …show more content…
I pass so many closets i lost count, all containing either extra pillows and blankets, or cleaning supply. At the end of the hallway there were 2 large, wooden doors. I reached the handle to open them but as I opened it I heard the front door downstairs bang open and the grandfather clock bong. 10 pm said my phones screen. I heard talking and noticed that it was my employers, home very early. I don't know why I ran into their master bedroom.Maybe it was because I didn't want them to catch me being a curious George. I crawled under the bed and as I looked up onto the bed springs I saw a photograph that made me scream, literally. It was y employers in formal wear but, their clothes were splattered with blood and Mrs. Johnson holding a head of a young woman, and Mr. Johnson holding the sword that was in the parlor room. I heard my employers, Mr. & Mrs. Johnson, running up the stairs. I looked to the side where the door was and noticed the door open and the Johnsons enter the room. I held on to the photo just
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
I felt embarrassed. I wasn’t doing anything out of the blue, I was doing what I had done everyday. At this point, I had knew things were getting pretty bad. My parents continued arguing everyday over financial issues and as to why the house was dirty, and everyday it got worse.
Monsters Inc. Review Monsters Inc is a movie for children that adapts the daily jobs of factory workers, instead of manufacturing goods, this factory implies the production of energy using children´s screams; this factory supplies energy to the whole city. The company uses its scariest monsters to go the human world and scare the children. The factory has a distinguished employee that has won awards for his work at the company, his name is Sully, the main character of the movie.
Everything shut down then I heard a soft voice “you are new face I see what would bring a person to a place like this maybe curiosity maybe ignorance, quickly hide under the desk there is a space where you can fit the last technician built it hurry hide they will be looking for you they will lose interest don't look at there eyes”. I hid under the desk I closed the door there were holes but I thought nothing of it. I heard little footsteps then clanking on the door then I heard a voice, “hello in there” then when looked around the space I saw an eye then the door started to open then I said, “STOP!” Then the door stopped opening then I closed it. I heard the soft voice again, “when the power turns on the voice will say it was unsuccessful then it will tell you to go through the Ballora exhibit he will tell you to run but you are going to have to be very slow”. Then the power turned on and I left the
I fight monsters. It hasn’t always been like this though. I saw my first monster four years ago, when I was eleven. My dad was in the hospital back then. He had been diagnosed with lung cancer a year before. That day, as I was sitting by the bed when the machines went silent around him, something about how I saw things changed. Maybe the blinding mask of sunshine and happiness you see when you are a child fell, or maybe the first piece of who I was, or who I thought I was, broke inside.
I woke with a start, only to find myself engulfed in darkness. I stand to try to walk, but hit my head on a hard metal ceiling. A smell lingers in the air makes me gag. The odor is bitter and distinct; blood. Suddenly a burst of memory appears in my confused mind… two days ago they chose me… Cass Taylor to go into, “The Labyrinth”, and I realize why I’m in this dingy, dark place. Every three years they pick thirty of the best participants from our community to go into, “The Labyrinth”, and find the finish line, obviously. I’m sure it sounds easy right? Well let me tell you it’s definitely NOT. The maze has many deathtraps, monsters that you couldn’t possibly imagine, pits, dead ends, and much, much more. Oh, and I forgot to mention that the maze MOVES… night and day, nonstop. The maze never stops twisting, turning, churning, and trapping. We also have the choice to kill other participants to increase our chances of finishing, or to remain peaceful and mind our own business. None of the participants in the past have come out of the labyrinth, well
I pulled out a muffin from the cupboard, it seemed a little stale but it was all that was left for breakfast. After pouring myself a cup of coffee I walked out to my porch to get the paper, it was damp from the wet ground. Walking back inside I started to read the front page. Down on the bottom left hand corner there was an article about a women who had been murdered, it was Myrtle Wilson. There was a picture of her and her husband above
Upon walking up to my door I get the creepy feeling again that I had got when meeting Thomas. Some people might call it crazy but I have always had a good sense of knowing the mood of the environment. I put my key in the door and slowly turn it till it clicked verifying that the door is unlocked. After throwing the door open I jumped back into the hallway just in case someone jumped out the room. I look in the room and see my clothes thrown all over the room.
After I opened my heavy eyes and looked at my digital clock, I got dressed and headed out the door. The messy halls were so packed you could hardly move. It was so loud I could feel the ground shake. There were some people that were pushing and shoving and so I looked back and told them to stop. When I turned back a guy pushed me over because he just got done telling people to stop pushing him.
I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I knew we were at this big office building in front of a desk. The lady behind it said they were going to find us a new family to stay with, that it would be okay. Are we hungry? Thirsty? Cold? What did we need? I told them I wanted to go home, and they got me a blanket and told me they were finding us a home right now. Then they took us to a room full of hard plastic couches and told us someone would be in to check on us soon.
Today i will be writing a personal narrative about an incident that changed my life. I will be talking about the time I flew over 3,000 miles to Alaska. Around the beginning of last summer my grandparents told me I was going to be going to Alaska on a cruise. In early June of last year was probably one of scariest moments of my life! I flew on a plane for the first time. The day of the flight was pretty scary; between being in an airport and going through security to actually flying on a plane! Once we got in the air I was able to relax and actually enjoy the flight. Being in the clouds and being able to look out over the earth was amazing. i'm glad i could have the experience of being on a plane with my family. We flew into Seattle which was fun because we went shopping and went to a really nice restaurant and then boarded a cruise ship that would take us through Alaska.
A little later that night someone entered my garage, which was so conveniently unlocked. They first rummaged through my dad’s van outside and I think they stole his coat, a tape and a few rolls of film. They also sifted through my mom’s car looking for something to steal, only to find a few motivational tapes. Surprising enough they passed those including one on "Getting Rid Of Guilt." When they got into my car however, they decided to take most of what I had. They stole my CD player, taking part of my dash with it. They also took most of my CD collection and the liner to my new Columbia coat. They even took my flashlight. They then vanished as quickly as they had come.
All of a sudden the gate closed and all the lights in the house turned on. There was no car in the driveway, no noise coming from the house, and no person has lived in this house for the last 44 years. Or at least that is what everyone thought. As we all walked up to the door of the house, everyone started to panic.
"Help! Help!" he yelled. But no one was there to hear him. He swung right into a house on the road and slammed the door shut behind him. He knew the beast would be able to smell him, so he didn’t have much time. He locked the door and leaped up the stairs, taking them three at a time. He opened every closet, and every door in the house, and couldn’t find any weapon. He ran into the deserted kitchen, and there on the counter was exactly what he was looking for - an eight inch chef knife. It wasn’t much, but it would do. He heard the door break open, and the red – eyed monster appeared foaming at the mouth. He grabbed the knife and just as the
I stepped inside the closet and found a way to close the closet door shut so it was almost pitch black. My only light source was a slit of sunlight from a nearby window. I crouched down on the floor, and waited. Some time passed and ther...