The Ghost Man It all started with a rustle in my kitchen. “It’s just my roommate waking up in the middle of the night eating goat,” I thought. Then the next day I went on a date with the girl of my dreams. Her personality sparkled like the sun on its last dying breath, and her face of holy perfection. We were eating Chinese food in my home with chopsticks and scented candles. The location was in the living room because if we ate in the kitchen my roommate would join us. So there we were, close, with the dimmed lights of the candles shining on our faces. As I was going to lean in for a kiss an unruly noise of rattles and thumps sounded in the kitchen room. I told my date ,” sorry I have a pig for a roommate. I’m going to yell at him now.” So I left Tiffany in the room and started at the …show more content…
I twisted the knob and swung open the door. But nothing was to be seen. I thought it was nothing and started to call my roommate Thanh. My phone rang and rang but no one was that the other end of the line. I decided to leave a message,” Hey Thanh I am on a date in the living room. Please don’t bother us like all the other dates that you drove away. But if you aren’t home by eight then there will be Chinese food in the fridge for you.” After that I entered the living room and Tiffany and I ate and laughed till I had to walk her out. By this time the hour was of eight and there was no sign of my roommate. That was when I felt like someone was watching me. But like all the other times I couldn’t apprehend the unknown so I thought it was nothing. An hour passed and still no Thanh. That was when I felt chills running up my back. Till finally I heard the door being unlocked and walked downstairs to great Thanh, except that it wasn’t Thanh. It was a tall and slender man with a suit and tie of black and white. I sneaked upstairs with my heart pounding
Come with me as I take you inside one of the most unsung haunted locations in the United States today. It is a journey down dark hallways and into rooms painted by both shadow and light where spirits talk and phantoms walk.
The book “In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts: Close Encounters with Addiction” was published in the year 2008 on the 12th of February by Knopf Canada. The author of this book is Dr. Gabor Mate who has worked for twelve years in the eastside Vancouver with patients suffering from addiction, mental illness and HIV. He is also a renowned speaker and a bestselling author. He also received the Hubert Evans Prize for Literary Non-Fiction and the 2012 Martin Luther King Humanitarian Award for his work. (….)
The Haunting of Hill House is a gothic horror novel written by Shirley Jackson. Supernatural occurrences take place within the house revolving around Eleanor. Eleanor is a thirty-two-year-old woman who never once has felt the sense of inclusion. Eleanor seems to never recall the feeling of delight in her adult years due to the fact that she was a caretaker for her now deceased Mother; who took away most of her freedom by being incredibly restrictive. Dr. Montague, a doctor that specializes in analysis of the supernatural rents Hill House, a supposedly haunted house. During the renting period, Dr. Montague begins an experiment inviting individuals who have had involvement in abnormal events
The Nelly Butler hauntings is referred to as the first recorded ghost story in American history (LiBrizzi 5), and possibly the most exciting hauntings to date as there are still many unsolved mysteries. The apparition appeared on more than 30 separate occasions to over 100 witnesses in Sullivan, Maine, just over fifteen years after the American Revolution (5-6). Although the Nelly Butler apparition is one of the most convincing ghosts of all time, it was subject to suspicions of fraud. These claims turn out to be groundless as the evidence reveals the ghost to be genuine.
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
...arate occasions; first time in the late nineties, as a betrothed, migrating temporarily to the western state; second time four years later, a ring added, and everything else the same. She lured me into her sensuous web with promises of heathen desire. Now U2 plays and other memories from my teens and early twenties come as I race across streets, bang on cars, rush to join a crowd that I no longer see, so keen and now … different. The girl, English accent, cute in my shirt, stands on the front porch after one of the many sexual expeditions, a relationship based on sex, drunken sex, never sober, and I have the customary cigarette while two other friends sit inside my shadowy glow. They feel my passion, or the remnants.
My name is Pierce Montgomery. I hail from a small village town just outside of London. Seven years ago I was a young boy who set out for adventure to the new world. Today I write this as an old man. The following is my story of our colony at Roanoke and the series of tragic events that beset it.
Cierra Roller Wilson AP. English IV 21 November 2016 The Turn of the Screw, is an 1898 novel written by Henry James about a woman who aids a rich, mysterious man in taking care of his niece and nephew Flora and Miles. It starts off as a group of people telling stories when one person in particular, Douglas, offers up a manuscript of a story which is that of the governess. The book is full of twists and turns as things quickly escalate for the governess.
For many years, people have debated whether or not spirits are real. Some people get scared at the fact that there might be something unknown lurking in their house in the middle of the night making their footsteps known to everyone in it. Maybe that person feels watched upon or feel some kind of presence in their home, or even sees shadows moving their way through rooms. Different people around the world have their own opinions based on religion and experiences when talking about angels, demons, and the spirits that have life after death. New technology is getting closer to detecting these energies happening in the world today. The history of haunting dates back many years, and more people want to get involved because of the new technology.
Ghost Adventures: Science or Pseudoscience? The misunderstanding of paranormal activity as scientific has been an ongoing topic of popular discussion. There are several ghost-hunting shows on television that claim to solve mysteries of unexplained noises as ghost activity. Have these popular ghost-hunting shows led you to believe that the appearance and communication of ghosts are real? Or is it simply the power of suggestion?
When the train comes into town it would bring good things but it would also bring evil things from the dark world. During this transaction a very bad man had climbed aboard the train his name was the voodoo man. he was so good with magic that he could change your life he could make you rich, young and more. One day the voodoo man had moved in next door to the old man. During this process the old man had realized that the man that moved next door to him is a magical man.
Whether we choose to believe in the paranormal or not, we all have to realize that
Its 7:15 a.m. and the first alarm goes on, like usual I go back to sleep in my soft silky cream sheets, covered with another layer of blankets that I got a great deal in Macy’s. As I am reaching a deep sleep, my last alarm goes on, this one makes me get up from bed. I then have to get out my bed and slowly without trying to make a noise. Onto, my fluffy white 8 X 11 rug that unlike like him I love waking up to. As I am making my way through the two matching oaked furniture, the wide five dresser with a long mirror a jewelry stack on top of the dresser, a red Yankee cinnamon scent candle and in the middle of the wide dresser there’s baby Jesus in his handmade bed my grandmother passed on to me. Across the cold, dark chocolate wooden floor is the other oaked furniture unlike mine; this dresser has three tanks of beta fish, a navy blue Yankee hat collection, and a Calvin Klein black leather crammed freshly brand-new wallet. I stop and stare at myself in the gigantic two closet mirrors facing the bed, then open the sliding door and grab a victoria secret black sweater. Once I am getting...
It was 1590 in Austria, still in its Age of Belief, and also still in the Middle Ages.
As I arrived at her apartment she didn’t answer the door, I just went in. I walked down the hall way into her bedroom where she had pills and a beer and a list wrote out to make sure this would be her last recipe, a recipe of death. All I could do was yell, “What the hell are you thinking, he is not worth your life!” I started grabbing the pills, putting them back in a container and taking the beer. I hid the pills in my purse and went to get water. I begged with her to drink the water and remind...