“Sam, I don’t think we should be doing this” I said, jumping over the small compound wall. Shining the flashlight over the headstones she whispered “Come on! It’s not gonna hurt. The guys just said half an hour. No big deal” “Every horror movie starts with the same lines. We all know how those turn out” The graveyard looked even more ominous late in the night. “This is the 21st century.” She said, avoiding a patch of freshly dug earth. Walking a little more we finally came to a stop on the far side and sat with our backs to a tree. It was extremely dark and the flashlight beam just made the whole place look creepy and sinister. I hated the dark. It was the time the monsters preyed on innocents. I was a little girl once again. “Dad? Is that you?” I called to the dark bedroom. “What’s wrong?” He sat on the bed quietly. “Were you sleeping?” He whispered. I nodded. “You look pale. Are you sick?” he touched my forehead. I tried to shake my head, but suddenly his hands traveled down my down my face, along my body. I squirmed. “Dad, stop!” I said. He put a hand over my mouth. “Shh!” His other hand was inside my shirt and he started stroking me everywhere. Something was wrong. I felt weird. I tried to push him away, but he was strong. I tried to kick my legs as his hands moved towards my pajama bottoms. Then, suddenly he got up and began tucking my blanket around me. A moment later mom came in through the door. She switched on the light and smiled. “What happened, sweetheart?” “I came in to check on her. She said she felt cold. I checked her temperature, she’s warm” he said standing next to my mother, a small smile on his lips. My mom didn’t notice, she felt my forehead. “You are a little warm. Go to sleep. We’ll go to the doctor to... ... middle of paper ... ...mber how close we were when you were a little girl?” His other hand touched my face. I started searching for something, anything. I wanted him to leave me alone once and for all. The table held a vase, but it was too far and any movement made my arm burn. I stamped his foot hard and without waiting, I kicked his left knee with my right leg, putting all my weight and force into the process. He stumbled and loosened my grip enough. I registered someone shouting. I reached towards the vase and smashed it on his forearm as hard as I could. He released me with a howl and I ran towards the door. Standing by the door, I saw Mrs. Talon with a shocked expression on her face. I just ran past her. I didn’t stop until I reached the woods. Kneeling, I hugged my trembling body. I wanted to wash myself with fire, let the skin just melt away and any trace of his hands on me.
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
Shannon heard her stepfather coming up the stairs and quickly raced for the closet where she had already prepared her hiding place. Huddled under a pile of clothing, she listened as he came closer. He stopped as he entered the room and she knew he would be surprised to find her bed empty. He must be trying to figure out where to look next. Her heart pounded so hard she thought he must surely be able to hear it and she scarcely breathed as he stopped outside the closet door. Opening it slowly he looked inside but seemed unable to see her as he closed it and walked into another room. He called her name but she lay motionless until she heard him on the stairs. After a few more drinks he would pass out in front of the TV but afraid he might come back, she waited until she heard her mother come home from work. She slowly and quietly opened the closet door and tiptoed back to bed. Sleep did not come.
“Dad, what the heck was that for!” I asked. I was really bummed that he did that because I actually had fallen asleep.
The producer was aiming to create mystery and fear. The dark of the night and the description of the house as feeling dead in the protagonist’s narration sets a suspenseful scene filled with fear and tension. The young girl is followed by the camera as she explores the mansion. When entering the room suspected to be that of her aunts the camera leaves her side to pan around the room. The darkness doesn’t reveal everything but one becomes aware of a search. The revelation of little secrets leaves the viewer with many questions. The room is familiar to the protagonist as she finds items symbolic to her and familiar photographs. This familiarity however does not retract from suspicions that something sinister has been hidden. The producer has successfully captivated the viewer. The protagonist is being followed throughout the scene and has thus allowed for the viewer to bond with them. They are engaging with the audience through narration and have in return enticed the viewer to follow them along their journey. One feels nervous for the young girl however through tension in the scene one does not want them to discontinue the journey as too many questions have been left unanswered. One has been drawn into the world of which the protagonist dwells and is intrigued as to how the drama is
It was just after 10 o’clock when his fury burst through the wall that separated my bedroom from the living room. I recognized the voice, but not the anger. I knew full well that it was my father yelling, but I had never heard him so upset. Being the oldest and most responsible of my siblings, I had to go see what was going on. I tiptoed down the hallway and gingerly stepped out of the shadows and into the dim lighting of the living room. My eyes shot to my mom who was sitting in her recliner, red-faced, and wiping away tears with a handful of Kleenex. Then I saw my father, quickly sitting back in his chair as if everything were perfectly normal. “Having trouble sleeping?” he a...
said, "Come here and give me a big hug." I looked up at my Dad,
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
I am jarred out of a relaxing sleep by a voice yelling my name in a loud whisper, and a light burning through my eyelids. Groggily, I open my eyes to see my father standing in the doorway to my messy room. He tells me that I need to get going, that it is 3:00 a.m., and I'm burning daylight. I find my clothes and get dressed. The whole time I wonder why I get up this early to visit the rugged outdoors. I want to go back to bed, but I know my dad will be back in to make sure I am getting ready, in a little bit. Instead, I put my boots and my wide-brimmed, black cowboy hat on, and walked out to catch the horses. The horses are all excited because it is dark and they are not that cooperative. My dad and I get them saddled and in the trailer, and go back into the house to get our lunch, water, and a cup of coffee. Now, we can head for the high country.
My mom woke me the following morning. She had decided to bring me breakfast in bed...
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.
"Hell no!" He recoiled. "i mean, no, thank you. In fact, Brother, i don't think we ought to have such things around!"