It was a cold winter’s night when I heard a loud knock on my door. My father who was an accountant was still awake working on some left over work from the previous day. I was able to sneak down the long dark hall way and peek around the corner and down the stairs just in time to see him answer the door. I was unable to make out the dark shadow that stood in the door way for the porch light was about to die flickering on and off like it was ill. I listened closely as my father talked to this mysterious person both had hushed voices. Where they just being polite to the people still asleep in the house or was there something more to what I had originally thought was going on. All of a sudden my father stepped back and let the strange figure in. He wore a long trench coat and a wide brimmed hat that covered his face; in his left hand he carried a black brief case. Curious I crept down the stairs trying ever so hard to not step on a wrong part of the stairs that would make a creek from the winter cold and give me away. I walked ever so gently towards my father’s office where I hid behind a large potted plant that would shield me if either of the men walked out to get something. My father had left the door cracked open just enough that I was able to see the back of the man’s neck. He had a strange figure or emblem on the back of his neck I couldn’t quite make out what it was. It was strange almost demented as I stared at it I had realized I had seen it somewhere before, But where? As I sat there searching my mind for the answer I realized it was the 21st century and I could easily take a picture of it with my phone and search the web. as I started to dig about in my pockets I realized I must have left it up stairs not wanting to get cau... ... middle of paper ... ... And just like that I was awake. My hearing was the first thing to come back to me I was able to make out faint beeping noises and then my mother and fathers voice. “Tom she’s moving get the nurse” and then I opened my eyes to see a blank room my mother was sitting next to me crying but smiling at the same time. I had tubes coming from my arms and I felt like my head was on fire. I had a bracelet on with all my information on it. It said that the hospitals name was Road Island memorial hospital. Scared and confused I asked my mother what had happened to me. She told me I had been in a comma for the last two months after getting into a serious car accident. Still weary of what had been my reality for so long I asked her what my father did for a living, she replied with a smile and said “you know what he does Dear, he’s been an math teacher for the past 25 years.”
Suddenly, I was dropped into a void like area, which I couldn’t see a single thing. I thought the roller coaster stopped, but the wind around me and the rustling sounds told me we were moving. After 12 seconds, we entered direct sunlight, and I had to adjust my eyes to the brightness. I looked back, and behind me, my dad looked have awe struck, and half just plainly shocked. My sister said something, but I didn’t listen, I was too focused on the top of the rails and how long it would take.
Loud booms of thunder impacting the ground woke me up in the middle of the dark gloomy night. I looked outside to see the dim crescent moon, while the lightning, and rain take over the night sky. One of the nightlights in front of the house began to flicker continuously. The light flickered off and when the light flickered back on, a glimpse of a shadowy figure appeared. It appeared that the obscure figure had on glove, a trench coat and a homburg hat.
It was late I thought. Almost midnight yet I was still unable to sleep. I stared thoughtlessly at the moving shadows mumbling to myself, "it was just a story" but in my heart I knew it wasn't, it was more than a story, much, much more. Then, a crow appeared in the middle of my room. The crow stared at me with such intensity that I fell backwards into the safety of my pillow. I stared at the crow in shock as it disappeared into my closet and that's when I heard it, a long piercing whine that was like a nail to a chalkboard. I prayed that it would go away, I prayed with all my heart but it stayed there continuing its long whine. It was then when I caught a glimpse of it. I saw two glowing bloodshot eyes stare at me. I let out a scream born from terror and almost immediately my dad came bursting into my room. He stared at me with confusion but all I could do was point a shaking finger at my closet door. Cautiously, my father marched into the closet door only to find nothing inside. Then, without warning, the closet door slammed shut along with my father still inside.
I was so glad, and I rushed to the door and yanked on it to leave. But it wouldn’t budge; the door was locked. I couldn’t leave. I thought I heard a noise behind me, and quickly whirled around, but there was nothing there. Only the empty hallway. I was not happy about this though, because the empty hallway was super creepy. I would have welcomed a ghostly entity if it meant I could see someone. I began to feel like I had been trapped in the church for hours. I looked through the glass doors, which for some reason I had not done the first time. It was dark outside. That was impossible; it was only 10 in the morning. How could the sky have gotten so dark? Maybe I had been here for hours. There were no clocks in the church, so it was impossible to tell. I thought I saw the figure that I had heard before, and this time I kept my eyes on it as I turned. It didn’t disappear. It looked like an elderly human being, laying on their hands and knees. I decided to approach it, and soon I noticed it was more of a shadow than a regular person. It had no discernable features. One of the hands reached up slowly towards
One summer night at around three in the morning, I heard my mother scream my name. I jumped out of bed confused and very scared; my heart raced. I stood at the top of the stairs, afraid to step down. I heard a strange noise so I took another step. With every step the sound became clearer and clearer to me. It was a sound I had never heard before, and to this day have only ever heard once in my life. It was the sound of my father crying. I got to the living the room and stood in the middle of all of the commotion. The coffee table had been
A dark shadow was stanging in the door way. I couldn't mskebwho it was out. It was small and lean, it was shaped like a female. I couldn't move I could just watch as it grew closer. Then all at ocan it was in front of me, it grabed my hair and pushed me under the now cold water. I turned to fight back and scrammed. But a new pair of hands found there way to my neck.. I felt nothing but all I heard was a snap. And I know my neck was broken.
I don't have a lot of fantastic memories of childhood. There were no spectacular family adventures, no unique family projects that taught some sort of moral lesson, no out-of-the-ordinary holidays. We ate family meals together, but most of the time the children and adults lived in different worlds. The kids went to school, did homework, and played; the adults worked. I was lucky, though. When I wanted a little of both worlds, I could always turn to Grandpa.
I became aware of my ten month old brother crying across the freeway. I wanted to go to comfort him. My mouth and arms were bleeding, and I knew I could not walk. I decided to put my head down and figure out how to help my brother. I next woke up with an older gentleman next to me watching me. He had turned me over and put a blanket on me. He told me I could go back to sleep, if I wanted. My next memory is in an ambulance hurrying towards help. I remember the siren and the trees moving past the windows. Thirteen days later I would turn 6 in the hospital. I nearly died, my recovery was long but, that is not the hardest
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
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I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.
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.
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Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of
When I was young, I drew a picture of my mother. It was her standing in a yard with a house in the background. It wasn't our house, and my mother looked like anyone but herself. Dressed entirely in green, with green hair and a green expression on her green face, she stood in front of a green two-story house surrounded by a green landscape. Green was her favorite color, and I wanted to make a surprise out of the drawing for her.