The night before Halloween, started out swell, but as the day went on, it turned out to get much more exciting. Hallie was walking down the street and looking at all the decorations that were hung up throughout the neighborhood. Her favorite was the light blue wooden house that was nestled along the corner of Pine Avenue and Ivy Hollow. There were paper ghosts and gravestones set out all through the yard. The columns on the porch were covered with spider webs and bats hung from the ceiling. Hallie’s memory had just kicked in. She remembered her friend’s house had once had bats that looked just like the ones hanging from the porch that she stood in front of right now.
Hallie stated walking back home. She had seen enough decorations. It was time for her to finish the final decorations on her house. Once Hallie got home, her mom was outside putting up all of the lights. Hallie just made a couple of newspaper ghosts and hung them up in the tree outside of her window. It was getting dark, so Hallie’s mom said she would finish up and let Hallie get some rest.
Hallie slept very well that night. She had dreams about witches and pumpkins, but they were very nice.
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Hallie woke up early the next morning because she wanted to have the best yard for Halloween. She didn’t have any more time for sleep! She ran down stairs and had breakfast. Her little sister, Ava had already woken up and she was drawing faces on all the pumpkins that hadn’t already been carved. Hallie’s pumpkin was in the shape of a black cat. She walked outside. Her yard was filled with spider webs of all colors, ghouls and goblins and she had her very own pumpkin patch. But, it still needed more. There were ghost lights and there were flashing on and off. They were very cool.
Hallie’s thoughts popped into her head, and she now knew what the yard was missing, a skeleton! Hallie’s dad had made one a few years back, and now it just sits in the garage.
Within the picture before me, I see myself. I was dressed in all black; black dress shoes, black pants, a black button-down shirt with a sleek black tie, a black suit jacket, black gloves, a black ski mask, and a black fedora to top it all off. I am not entirely sure what I was supposed to be. Was I a mobster, a thief, or even a personification of the night? The date was Halloween and I was sitting on a bench in front of my house, waiting to scare or give out candy to anybody who approached the door. That year, we had not decorated our house as well as previous years; but we still had a few last minute ideas implemented o let people know that they were welcome to approach. There was a rotating red beacon flashing, jack-o-lantern cutouts over the porch light, and creepy music playing loudly. Despite the decorations, not one person came to our house and hardly anyone had decorated for the holiday along my street. I remember feeling disappointment when I realized that nobody was going to¬¬¬¬ come and anger as people walked by our house without a second glance.
Filban said the home had a yard that was overgrown. “The trees and bushes were overgrown, and the house was dark,” Filban said. “And the windows were covered.” She and her sister slept in the front bedroom of the house. She remembers the bedroom having a large, floor-to-ceiling window. She said you could look out and see the wra...
...g into a complex flower, acknowledging its own strength. After a skirmish with the Dust Witch, he now knows her weakness. With knowledge that the carnival runs off of fear and pain, happiness is a robust attack action. After Halloway successfully attains Will from Dark’s control, he thinks pointedly to the Witch, telling her what the crescent moon really is— a smile, his smile. Halloway is confident, and shoots the rifle towards the Witch. To his, and the audience’s amazement, she falls to the floor, not getting up. In the end, Halloway outwits Mr. Dark and terminates the Witch.
Karis started darting to a field by the house that got robbed. When she got to the field she put her noes on the ground beside a picture of a family. Mother picked it up and went over to the man that owned the house.
The poem “Halloween” does such a great job at conveying that image of trick or treating. This poem takes into account the nostalgic feeling one gets when looking back at past memories such as this. Going door to door dressed in your favorite outfit. The use of imagery is so strong it is easy to be right there almost as if it were yesterday. The poet Mac Hammond writes “Kids come, beckoned by / Fingers of shadows on leaf-strewn lawns / To trick or treat” (15-17). This goes on to describe the pull and excitement a child gets when arriving at a house. The shadows of the owners Halloween decorations are cast onto the fall lawn, calling children to the front door. Not only does this give the reader an image of the fall weather, but of the Halloween decorations on someone’s house. Children tend to be drawn towards homes with decorations because it feels more welcoming. Therefore, this is where the beckoning feeling comes from. Not only does Hammond do a wonderful job by using imagery, but also the sound personified in this poem is
...ng up the pebble road so they went outside to see who or what was coming to the plantation. When they went outside no one or thing was there one of the office workers there at the plantation said that they heard something so they went to see what it was and they saw a group of rocking chairs rocking all at the same time. Another one of the workers there said that she saw multiple things move across the desk tops. One of the couple tour guides there was giving a tour when suddenly a candle stick flew across the room. Another one of the staff workers there reported hearing someone crying inside of the mansion. A staff worker Mitchell borne was working alone one night inside of the mansion when he felt someone touching his arm. One of the tour guides was walking around when they did not have a tour and saw a figure sitting upright in one of the beds. ("Ghosts tales”).
The narrator begins by portraying the house to look like typical horror movie houses. It’s a large, pretty house, with locked gates, and is far away from the street and other houses. When they initially moved into the house, she feels spirits right away, saying “there is something strange about the house—I can feel it.” (377). She later declares there is a peculiar smell in the house. “It creeps all over the house. I find it hovering in the dining-room, skulking in the parlor, hiding in the hall, lying in wait for me on the stairs. It gets into my hair. Even when I go to ride, if I turn my head suddenly and surprise it, there is that smell!” (385). The way she phrased this brings the presence of the dead to the atmosphere. Spirits are often described as “hovering” and “creeping” around, popping up unexpectedly. She says it’s hiding and waiting for her, which probably scares her.
Thomas lived with his family in a two story house in Windy Hill. He had a little brother names Frankie and a dog named Max. One autumn morning, Thomas jumped out of bed and stared out the window at the quiet cobblestone streets below. Leaves the colors of a brilliant sunset glided and danced along the streets edge, playing a rustling tune. Thomas smiled, he couldn’t wait to see the vending trucks pulling up outside, and the town folks hurrying about as they prepared the streets for the Festival Of Ghouls.
Late autumn has arrived and with it comes the dark magic of Halloween--and, of course, the
I can’t hold in my excitement as I run to the foyer. Mom looks at me worriedly, but I ignore her and throw open the door before the person standing behind it can knock. He looks at me with boredom lacing his expression, obviously expecting my weird gift to tell the future. I quickly hug him and grab his pale hand, pulling him outside. Tonight is Halloween, and the only time my pale blonde friend visits me. He’s my first and only friend, so I don’t mind that he doesn’t play with me the other three hundred sixty-something days in the year.
...that where her parents were. She already knew that her parents were in the snow globe of the Detroit zoo but she told her that they were in the small door so she had time to get the snow globe.
Adrenaline invigorates people and feeds the natural human desire for it. The easiest way to supply this craving is by being scared. Halloween is a day revolving around this beast and all wishes for it will be fulfilled, causing my time to be spent at a haunted house. Right before Halloween, my friends, Caroline, Sydney, Amanda, and Abe, decided that being scared was the best way to celebrate the coming of our favorite holiday. Sydney found a place that claimed to be the scariest place in New Jersey. I agreed because I knew that it was only going to be actors wearing makeup who were just trying to startle people. We were told that it would take us around thirty minutes to get through the house, so it would not be too bad if one of
Once that was over, we walked into the sinister house. There wasn’t much room in the house so Paige and I walked side by side while Makenna was behind us. Throughout the beginning of the petrifying house every corner there was someone trying to scare me. The room we were in started to get dark and that got me frightened. Nothing bad happened, but in the room upcoming had those dazzling flashing lights. The lights were blinding and gave me a headache. When we were at this part of the haunted house, it was a struggle to walk through because of the harsh lights in my eyes. Fortunate for us that section wasn’t too long. Following the lights part the lasting haunted house’s time was coming to an end. The house wasn’t extremely scary subsequent of the lights part. Finally it came to an end and the journey in a haunted house was over.
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As we approached a turn in the haunted house I got kind of frightening but yet happy. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, and I could hear children and adults talking loudly and some even crying after the experience in the haunted house. Felicity, Jazmine, Aunt Sam, and I were all glad that the haunted house had come to an end. I heard Khristian, Lizzie, and Uncle Jon come out laughing.