It felt like hours that she was crying, but it was only minutes. The planchette hadn’t moved one little bit since she started this experiment. Sleet and rain still pelted the windows but it was definitely slackening. The chill in the room was diminishing and she could feel warmth returning to her skin. None of the incantations Viviana had given her worked. Not even the rush of anger at the end produced any results. That’s it, she thought. I give up. Maybe not forever, but definitely for tonight. I’m exhausted. She went around and blew each of the black candles out. The Ouija Board she would just leave on the table until morning. No sense in cleaning up when her mind was so tired and she was emotionally drained. The sobbing from upstairs …show more content…
She changed into her pajamas and decided to go sit in Lil’s room for a while. She entered the room and sat on the little loveseat, looking around at Lil’s mermaid collections. Lil was always so drawn to the ocean. When they were kids Lillian would always stand at the edge of the water in the summer and gaze over the large expanse as the sun went down. When the sun hit the water just right the water would become blinding for just a second or two. Lil never looked away. She would stand there with tears in her eyes. When Angela would ask her if she was okay, Lillian would nod her head. Her blond hair would blow in the wind, and she would say, “It’s beautiful, Angie. Out of everything God made, I think that the ocean is just the most beautiful. I wish I could live in it like a mermaid.” And every birthday or Christmas, Angela would buy her something mermaid related. Lillian kept every bit of it, proudly displaying it where she could see it and dream in the place where her creativity was at it’s …show more content…
Her mind would not let go, even though her body was ready to crash. What would happen when she tried the Ouija Board tomorrow? Would the results be just like tonight? It was so frustrating knowing that there were things in this house that were from the other side. Yet nothing would communicate. As she drifted off, she thought of Viviana’s warnings. She thought of the way she had especially warned Angela not to invoke an open door and then invite certain entities through. You had to close that door before you ended your session. Had she closed the door? She couldn’t remember saying those words, but what was the harm? Nothing appeared anyway. It was all a dud as far as she was concerned. She yawned once more, buried her face in the pillow, and fell asleep. Downstairs, the creaking began again. Slowly at first, it built in tempo and then began to sound in rapid waves of friction. The basement door trembled, then shook a few times in its frame. Something hit the door from the opposite side. The frame shook wildly from the
“But that night she was like the little tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who all of a sudden realizes its powers, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with over-confidence. She could have shouted for joy. She did shout for joy, as with a sweeping stroke or two she lifted her body to the surface of the water.
The sea, this "water of the Gulf," is the deepest, most mysterious place Edna has ever explored. Until now, Edna had lived her life on the "white beach," a perfectly virginal island of blind men leading even more blind women. But Edna dips her toes into the dark waters and now she wishes to leave the island and swim out to a better place; or soar overhe...
To start off, first, the narrator thinks that the house her and her husband John are renting for the next three months is haunted or it wouldn’t be as cheap as it is for being such a beautiful place. Another thing is that she unhappy in her marriage. Her husband doesn’t listen to her, tells her she’s wrong and laughs at her. She is feeling very unwell and all he says is she has temporary nervous depression and only tells her to stay in bed and do nothing. The way she describes things is very bleak, dark, depressing. She keeps going back to thoughts of the house being haunted and gets anxious. She becomes angry with John for no reason sometimes and thinks it’s from her ‘nervous condition’. Something the reader may not catch onto when she talks about how she doesn’t like her bedroom is how she took the nursery, so right away, we know she has a baby. She feels trapped with the barred windows and not being able to go anywhere, having to just lay down and look at the most revolting yellow wallpaper shes ever seen. Writing the story alone makes her extremely exhausted and she says that John doesn’t know the extent of her suffering. Eventually, it’s made known that she can’t even go near her own child and it makes her increasingly nervous. She has unwanted thoughts throughout the entire story of the terrifying ugly yellow
I lit some candles, and put my hands on the board. " Mom please answer my calls." The board glowed, I saw a dark figure escape the board.
of the sea. She had a feeling of "lying in a grape and seeing through a film of
As a child, Elizabeth and her friends had spent many summers playing in and around this lake but now, her heavy clothing and boots made it impossible for her to swim out of its treacherous black waters. She could just about manage to keep herself afloat but could feel herself quickly losing control.
I jumped and looked around for the source of the eery sound. That’s when I saw It. The door. I hadn’t seen It before. The door wasn’t there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle.
...all off , before long the lake was behind them and they were on their way home. Marina’s did not see all the sights on the way home, that she had on the way up. Being out in the sun all day tired her out and she was fast asleep in the van.
Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into days, I have no idea how long I have been in this water for. So many things are running through my head, but the main one is to not let go of this wrist. My hand is cramping and my muscles are sore. I have to gain the strength to hold on. I turn my head and take a glimpse of the small childish face.
While paddling back to shore Marisa soon figured out that paddling wasn’t as fun as it looked and got tired after a while. Plus, every time she put the paddle into the water she would lose her balance and almost fall back into the water, but knowing that Ambria would make fun of her for being a wimp she kept her mouth closed and tried to paddle as much as she could. As the sun beats down on Marisa and she can feel herself sweat harder and harder, the only thing keeping her going was seeing the shore in sight, and she was determined to get
Lily experiences comfort from August when Lily tells her how she ended up in Tiburon, South Carolina. She begins to share with August her story and states that she ran away because T. Ray told her that Deborah abandoned both of them when she was little (238). Lily starts to remember the feeling of abandonment, caused by Deborah’s absence, when telling the story. The next thing Lily notices is that her eyes fill up and tears stream down her cheeks. August sees and takes Lily into her open arms (238). Lily recognizes that August wants to comfort and love her in a motherly way. A thought emerges in Lily’s mind about August’s maternal love of comfort, stating, “She didn’t say, Come on now, stop your crying, everything’s going to be okay, which is the automatic thing people say when they want you to shut up. She said, “It hurts, I know it does. Let it out. Just let it out” (238). Due to the comfort and words of love from August, Lily forgets her feelings about her mother’s absence and instead encounters another expression of August’s maternal
She excused herself because she had to talk to her father. She went to the shore and she sang for her father, he got to her in less than a minute and explained how worried he was and so on. She didn’t care but she wanted him to grant her the power to shift from mermaid to human whenever she wanted. He agreed just like she knew he would.
“My dad wouldn’t give me money because he said ‘You need to be more responsible and start earning money yourself.’ he is such a jerk,” Jennifer sobbed in my chest like a little girl that didn’t get the toy she wanted from the store. I am fed up with her at this moment from all the sobbing and bawling because she has to be a normal person. No man should deserve a bawl baby, so I’m considering to just get rid of her from the face of the Earth. I think and go with the plan to trick her to make the “haunted house” and do something so diabolical and inhumane like to her to make it a haunted
I woke in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. A low, raspy voice drifted through my window like a calm, quiet wind. It was the voice I had been listening for ever since the last full moon. He was singing his song. The song.
Out to the arms of the lake, we stared and admired in every manner to cherish and remember it like a picture that never change. I held her hand and began walking towards the dock, which extended shortly into the water face. The dock was of metal, not sleek but shinny, not clean but unnoticed as we looked into...