as I opened the door to the creepy old haunted house on my street, I started to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I scolded myself for wanting to turn back, and hesitantly stepped inside to explore. i had my old grey sweatshirt and red sweatpants. I kept going to have to look up to check for cobwebs. I had to clean my glasses because so much dust had collected on them. My hair needed washed already because so much dust has collected on it also. As I walked through the doorway to my right, I realized that this must be the dining room, as i walked around the room My heart was pounding, and the room smelled dusty. On the table there was a large bouquet of red roses. Another red rose, each in a vase, sat at each place. I decided …show more content…
Even if i didn't enjoy coming here, it is very relaxing and helps me calm down. I've only been here 4 times. We start walking in our regular path. “I don't understand why you're still wasting your time here” i said “What do you mean? I may not find anything here, but that doesn't mean i should stop looking” said laila “Why do i have to come along” i asked “You should be lucky i'm bringing you here with me, it's not like you have anything better to do. Appreciate it. ” she snapped. “Jesus” i replied It's been two hours and we've just been walking around, laila has found nothing. What a surprise. I decide to sit on a rock and catch my breath. The rock i was sitting on was damp and had moss which irritated my skin. at this point, i was just starting to get frustrated. I had to take time out of my weekend to come with her on this useless “trip” “I've had enough. Let's go back” i complained As laila is about to reply back to be, i feel sharp, tiny claws bite into my finger. “OW” i yelped out This caught laila's attention as she came back for help and examined the cut oozing fresh blood. I start freaking out. “WHAT WAS THAT! WHAT BITE ME” i screamed with …show more content…
I was almost unrecognizable. It was so horrifying. As soon as laila left i began to sob. “Why did this have to happen to me?!? First of all WHAT is happening to me” Even though laila advised me not too, i thought i should do for a drive just to calm my nerves, cause if i didn't calm down soon i would have a heart attack. I wear my blue jeans and white top, with sunglasses and a hat to cover my lizard like face. “Oh wait, i forgot my car keys” i remembered I start looking for my car keys, in the bathroom, in the kitchen. I couldn't find them anywhere. I decided to look under the couch. I lift the couch up with struggle, and it doesn't budge. I tried harder and got it half way up. I got surprised at how easily i lift the couch up, granted it took strength but usually it took me more time to get it up by myself. Before i knew it, the entire couch toppled over on the other side, destroying any furniture i put behind it, while making a very loud noise. It took me a while to catch up with what was happening. I had felt like my life flashed before my
Connie is left by herself and chooses to wash her hair instead of going to church. When she hears a car driving up to her house, her heart starts pounding, she pulls at her hair and says, "Christ. Christ," not in reference to the Lord or religion in general but because she is worried about how bad she looks. This gives an indication of how the author interprets religion in the story, not important and not serious. As the story progresses, Connie’s language takes an obvious turn.
The first half of my book “The Cellar” written by Natasha Preston, was so good that I could not put the book down. The girl, at that point, had no memories which include her name and anything before she woke up on a dirty, bloody cabin floor. She looked down at her throbbing hand and found that two of her fingernails were missing.
The fresh wound didn’t seem like it would be such a problem until I saw the blood trickling out. Sure, when I had cut my self by grabbing a piece of saw palmetto, I felt my skin ripping and quickly retracted my right hand. However, my want for adventure to explore the tree island overcame the small bit of pain I felt. An adrenaline rush helped me overcome all of the annoyances pushing through the dense brim of the island, like palmetto leaves and spider webs, as well as the myriad of other obstacles upon finally penetrating.
After all, she did tell me to drop the idea and get some rest at home. “If only I rested at home, agreed to what my mother had said, things would have been different,” my inner self lamented. But, I wanted to explore, and have some quality time with my friends. We walked into the dense forest with no precautions or any
I stare around at my surroundings. It looks like a normal Manhattan apartment, small and cramped. There is a tan couch pushed against the wall. Coffee rings stain the polished oak coffee table nearby. It reminds me of the life I used to have, clean and polished only to be stained with another's actions. The kitchen is still littered with yesterday’s meals. Bits of food,
Once we conquered the spiders and climb over the massive piles of boxes, we open the spring loaded door and the smell of coffee and burning wood rushes over us. As we entered the living room we traveled back in time, to an old yet still messy Victorian house. In front of the door the floor is tile; four or five of the tiles are broken where my Papa dropped a hammer years ago. As we move deeper into the living room the floor changes to a gray carpet with yellow and brown stains in many different places. The big windows are draped with large lacey curtains and doilies surround the coffee table and all the sides' tables. We bounce down on a blue floral couch and set our stuff on the oak wood coffee table that is less than ten inches from our shins. Beneath this table there are golden po...
He was now ready for act two, Peeking out through a small crack in the boards that were nailed to the windows to keep people out it was but a few minutes when he heard the police car pull up. He watched the patrol car driving slowly as their spotlight searched the outside of the building. The windows boarded with half decayed panels of wood, glass and debris covered the yard. Jesse ducked as a beam of light flashed over his head through the cracks in the boards. He questioned, it didn’t make much sense to board up the windows and not block the doorway entrances.
Nostalgia. That’s what I’d felt, it was like an overwhelming wave of worry and happiness holding me back and not letting go, and it was. I’d also felt pain, but that was probably from the broken arm. It had been five years since I’d seen V and here we were again, both in the hospital, of our own accord. Again. My heart pumped, and I couldn’t sit still. We’d fought, literally all the time, on purpose. It’s not like we hated each other or anything. It was just our way of having fun. This is a weird way of fun. Said everyone but us.
I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
There was no doubt in my mind someone had been staring at me. My room stood still as shadows from passing cars danced across my walls. For moments I considered going to my mother's room, however I felt locked in my bed, weighed down with fear. I looked around and my eyes caught on my window. Once again, I saw the eyes of the old man next door, peering through my window. This time, he wasn’t standing in his window like last time. He was directly outside my window, standing with only the scarce light of the moon to light his face. I sat up slowly in my bed, keeping my eyes on him. He noticed and began to walk back to his house, again, as if nothing was wrong.
A bright light stings my eyes as I come to. I look up to see where I am, the place is familiar but I can't seem to bring back the memory of this place. I notice in a cornor a dark red stain and something next to it. A body? A corpse.
“ No, I would never hurt you,” I assured her as I grabbed her small, precious arm and pulled her away from the dangerous tree roots. Monique with 100% trust in me exclaimed, ” go on flip me.” She was so tranquil, which made me more nervous. I was panicking, my though dried up and I was starting to reconsider flipping her. I had a million thoughts, what if I hurt her, why does she trust me so much? ”Victoria, Victoria!”, Monique screamed. “ Yeah sorry!” I reply with hesitation. I pulled a confident face and started counting down, “ 3, 2, 1”. I grabbed her shaking arm and flipped her over my head into the air. Time stopped at that moment, Monique’s face turned from calmed and collected to scared and surprised in an instance. “Bang” she fell on the muddle, and rough ground. “ARGHHHH”, screamed Monique, from the excruciating pain. “It hurts”, she yelled while laying still on the grey grass
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
There was blood trailing off me everywhere and there was even some on the ground. Now I really wanted to turn back. Oh why did I want to check out this off trail path in the first place? I want to cry. Everything hurt so much!.
I quickly opened my eye and yelled out in pain, flinging my arms around helplessly. Those imbeciles had stabbed my poor eye as blood poured out of the empty socket. I clutched the bloody crater, sitting up quickly. There was no way I would ever see again, so I shouted in frustration. “How could you?!