Lidtke Mill Ghost Story
Along time ago there was a boy named Walter he was next to the river. Walter was watching the tinted blue water as night fell. He saw a beam of light from inside. He ran towards it when he tripped and fell into the water. He started to drown as he coughed on the rocky water. He could see his brown dusty cap drifting away. Walter thought about his wife who had died at the same spot. Walter screamed, but couldn’t be heard from anywhere. As the beam of light got smaller and smaller all he could see was Lidtke Mill. Walter went under the water. Walter woke up on the side of the bank having no idea how he got there. When he sat up and looked toward the mill he saw a woman in a white flowery dress walking into the mist towards the mill. Walter felt like he should follow the woman in white. When Walter got to the entrance of the abandoned mill, that he once worked at. He saw footprints in the grain dust that once fell on the ground. Once he got to the mill Walter heard a spooky voice say over here. He walked up the creaky steps into a bedroom filled with baby toys. Walter looked into the mirror and saw that same figure he saw earlier standing right behind him. Walter shifted his body so fast his neck snapped back. Walter didn’t see anything and got scared, could it be his grandma who
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he wondered. Lightning started to roar and it started to rain heavily. When he thought things couldn’t get creepier he heard creak it was the mill starting up. His mind was racing with thoughts on what to do. Walter heard three faint knocks and then a woman’s voice saying “Walter come out I see you.” This freaked Walter so much he screamed “HELP”. Walter knew he was the only one for a few miles. Walter opened the door as if you didn’t know who was at your door. Then he ran down the stairs as he was running he felt a tug on his shirt. Walter didn’t care and kept running as fast as he
Tien Minh and I walked for a while and talked about different things until we heard a loud sound and people screaming in the distance. As we stood there, I wondered who those screams came from. Was it my mother? The other women and children working in the rice field? Out of fear, I ran back toward the village leaving Tien Minh behind. Once I neared the village, I noticed it was completely destroyed by some sort of explosion. The huts were no longer standing but rather deracinated from the ground below them and some villagers laid unconscious, or dead, while others huddled together in disbelief. Suddenly, another explosion occurred only a short distance away from me. I fell to the ground. My ears were ringing from the sound of what I then realized was a bomb. When I regained my senses, I saw that the villagers were running past me in a frantic fashion. Out of panic, I tried to run, but my entire body was covered in a thick, sticky substance that caused my skin to burn profusely. Because I couldn’t endure the pain, I stripped off my cotton shorts and tank top and began running. Fear and panic caused me to run faster, fast enough to where I caught up to Tien Minh who was a short distance ahead of me. As I ran, I thought of the change of clothes I wished I had. Then I thought of my mother. I told her I’d be back, but I wasn’t sure that I
The T.V. starts flashing, a red banner with the word ‘urgent’, a woman's voice starts talking. “This is a PSA for the town of Lassellsville and surrounding areas. There is said to be a strange man on a rampage running through the town, he is believed to be infected with a new virus called H1N1, please stay inside for your safety, we will keep you updated as much as possible. Police are on the lookout for Juan Carlos Jr.,” a picture of a Hispanic man with red eyes, dark brown hair, and missing teeth popped up on the t.v. “please if you see this man refrain from contact, he is dangerous, I repeat he is dangerous.” Everyone looked at each other, “oh god” John said. “Lock the doors,” Katherine said. So they locked the doors and kept the news on to keep updated. A few hours past and the fear subsided and so did any buzz they had gotten. The news comes back on and they still hadn't found the guy when all of a sudden the tv went off and so did the lights. It was totally dark. “Friggin Christ, you gotta be kidding me” Jacob uttered. “I got this. the generator is right outside”, Gabriella said and started towards the door, there came a knock. Everyone froze. Terror filled the
Lucius Beebe critically analyzes Edwin Arlington Robinson’s, The Mill best. Beebe’s analysis is from an objective point of view. He points out to the reader that what seems so obvious may not be. She notes “The Mill is just a sad little tale of double suicide brought on by the encroachment of the modern world and by personal loss.” Thus meaning The Mill carries a deeper underlying theme. Lucius Beebe expresses that a minor overflow of significant details has been exposed over Edwin Arlington Robinson's "The Mill," much of it concerned with whether the miller's wife did indeed drown herself after the miller had hanged himself. Another, even more provocative question has never been asked: did the Miller actually hang himself? Beebe suggests a close examination of the text suggests that both deaths may be imaginative constructs that exist only in the mind of the miller's wife.
There is a story told in Lime Springs Iowa about Lidtke Mill. It was about midnight on a cloudy rainy night. When old Frank Walker was wearing his big black rain poncho while inspecting the mill. It was a windy and cold night but could still hear the shrill train whistle in the distance. Just then the peterson family pulled up. “Hello Petersons,”said Frank.”Hi,”said the Petersons.What are you doing out so late.””Just inspecting machinery again.””We'll see ya tomorrow.” He entered the old mill consciously checking the the machinery. He made sure all the equipment was running well oiled and greased daily. Then when he entered the electrical room he looked at the spot where young John Peterson stood when he was electrocuted.
Austin caught his hands. Austin knew that the man was aiming for his eye. Austin held him back far enough to think about escape. Austin hit his and punched him until the man let go and ran out of the medical center. Austin was running for his life until he could no longer run. He looked around panting like a dog. He saw signs pointing towards the safe houses. Austin walked with caution around the halls trying to eliminate the chance of someone dangerous finding him. He could still hear shots ringing from far away. He reached the end of hall finally and found one of the safe houses. However, the door seal was melted, Austin forced open the doors only to find corpses lying all over the floor, blood splattered all over the walls, and the foul smell of decay. Austin felt he was going to throw up but a chill ran down his spine when he saw John’s corpse. “Another person, gone Austin.” said a familiar voice. Austin turned and saw the same lady. “You’re alone… nobody else is here for you.” Austin couldn’t find the will to speak. “Die Austin, join them.” The women started walking to Austin. “Join me Austin.” Austin backed away. “Austin…” said the women in an angry tone. “Atone for what you did to me!” She disappeared right in front of him. Austin blinked rapidly, he felt guilty as he looked back at them room. He felt lonely, nobody was there, except… death. Austin slowly walked away from the room heading towards the tram. The lingering feeling about guilt and loneliness filled his gut as he walked toward the tram door. He entered the tram station and looked down the empty tunnels of darkness and garbage. Austin called the tram and sat down on one of the benches. “Austin…how do you do it?” The lady was back sitting on the same bench but a few feet apart from Austin. Feelings of guilt filled Austin’s thoughts. “The feeling of being the last one left hurts doesn’t it?” Austin showed faces of
I laid there for a while looking down over the edge getting lost within the beautiful darkness of the ocean. When suddenly a dark figure emerged from the depths of this immense catacomb. As this creature broke the barrier between the depths of the unknown towards the heights of the lesser known I was staring at this creature face to face. Eyes so beautiful i could see the star-filled night within them, blonde hair vivid enough to compete with the moon to illuminate the night sky, and a smile so radiant you could feel it hitting your face, canceling out the cool oceanic breeze. She never spoke, but she never needed to, for her eyes told me her story. She is a lost soul just like me. She drowned but nobody saw her struggle. She was known for being strong and always disguised her weakness with a smile and when the time came where help was all she needed, no one offered a hand. Her mysterious green eyes started tearing up because what she couldn't say she wept, so I grabbed her hands to comfort her, and she turned them around revealing the scars from the past that mapped her future, scars from certain broken
Bang! Crack! Screech! Pop! These are the sounds that interrupted me from playing with my cousin. My mind raced to see what exactly had happened. I run out of the house and to the courtyard. My cousins want me to come back in, they said zombies were walking the streets and that the government sent troops to kill them. I denied it, so I ran out to the street to see what happened. My heart pounded and my stomach grew anxious as the aroma of bacon and engine oil filled the air. As I grew closer to the scene, men shed blood from their eyes alike the woman. As I walked closer and cut through the crowd, a cold and simple wind had ripped the thoughts out of my head. It was a grieving mother over her son's body. His body fresh and mutilated from the crash. Shattered ribs and guts exposed. His head had exploded and his
It was in the early part of 19th century, one summer evening Michael Henchard, a young unemployed hay trusser and his wife, Susan and his daughter, Elizabeth Jane were walking to watch the village of Weydon- Priors, in the region of England known as Wessex. The man and woman were not were not concerned at all for each other. Eventually, the family stops in a furmity tent and he was drunk and complains about his unhappy marriage and poverty. He sold his wife and daughter to a sailor. The next day when he wake up he found his wife’s wedding ring and the money, he remember about the auction and then he decided to find them but he ended up blaming Susan and himself. He made an oath:he will not drink any strong liquor for twenty years. As he cant find them he heads for the town called Casterbridge.
If I were the owner of a shop or a laundromat, I wouldn’t trust money-pumping strangers to watch it if I had to leave momentarily. One of the street lights outside suddenly burst and went out, leaving the others to flicker on their own, and then as the last of the street light’s spark fluttered down towards the ground, it began to snow. Small and persistent flakes fell rhythmically onto the parking lot outside, slowly coating the two cars. They belonged to the owner and the man presumably. I sighed quietly and in unintentional synchrony with the alarm of the washing machine, signifying the end of the wash cycle. I slid off the edge of the bench and transferred the soggy clothes into the dryer just opposite. The clothes were weighed down with rebirth and the rediscovered innocence they had lost. I pressed the start button twice on the machine after feeding it 8 quarters before it decided to actually work and shuffled back to the bench I was previously sat on, rubbing my arms quickly to warm them up after being influenced to turn purple by the declining temperature
The dark, black sky was covered with a million bright shining stars. The moon shimmered above a small town in the suburbs of London. The gentle wind swept past the bare trees and danced with the leaves below it, creating a colourful array of orange, yellow, red and brown. Across the street, a light was on in a small house where a tall, dark haired woman stood, talking to her two children Nicola and Erin. While she was tucking them in Erin asked, “Mummy, will you tell us a story please?” “I’m sorry but its time to go to sleep now,” she said. “Please mummy,” begged Nicola “Okay but only one story,” she replied “This story is about how I got lost when I was a young girl and how I met an incredible man. It all began when…”
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.
“Do we really have to stay?” Zack asked precariously. “I mean, we could try to outrun the storm. We have done it before.” “No Zack, we barely survived that incident. I will not go through that again.” I shot back in response. Then the sound occurred again, right above our room. The sound seemed to follow me as I adventured the house. “Do you hear that too, Zack?” “Hear what?” he replied. “Nothing. Nevermind.” I hesitantly said. As the night came to a close, I crawled into bed and began to drift off into a deep
Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. “Emily!” I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. “Come here and see this! Mommy found something.” Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever.
There was an impending doom coming to the small town of Calamity. Unbeknownst to the citizens it would come firstly upon a church on the outskirts of a town. A few people were inside as the doom came closer. Preacher Tom was the first one in the church to sees what would haunt the town and was scared out of his wits. He pushes a young woman out of the doorway as he speeds into the church. He continues to bar the door and close up all of the windows as the surprised group stares on at him with suspicion. He dropped to his knees and prayed as a loud noise echoed through the building. The crowd began to scream as the windows rattled and the building swayed. All of a sudden, a whimper could be heard from the back side of the building. The sound was unmistakable, it was the tiny voice of little Lisa Cunningham. Mrs. Hamm hobbled quickly over to the door before anyone else could react. She threw the door open as Father Ted finally came to his senses. Lisa flung herself through the door into the arms of Mrs. Hamm. Father Ted lunged for the door and slammed his shoulder into it right before an unknown force bashed against the other side. Mrs. Hamm grasped the child as and attempted to console her as a sharp pain erupted in her breast. She looked down and saw a dark stain growing on her blue dress and jerked the child away. Everyone’s eyes went wide as they saw the scene unfolding before them. Lisa stood smiling; face covered in blood, and began to laugh hysterically. Mrs. Hamm was becoming hysterical as well, as she noticed that one side of her chest had become smaller than the other as a huge chunk had been bitten away by the child.