It was a dark winter night when the Narrator received a text from a man that he had been friends with since college. He was happy that he was going to get to see his friend, but the location where his friend told him to meet him was the House of Terror. The House of Terror was a large old house that had been in his friends family for years. The house stood alone on the hill and the closes house to it was miles away. Once he was at the House of Terror his friend sent him a text saying that he was going to be late because he had something he had to take care of. As he looked up at the house, it has a dingy grey color, paint-flaked and neglected, its windowpanes smeary with age and dirt, it's brickwork crumbling away. The path to the door was …show more content…
He went up to the house and as he opened the door slowly it made a loud screeching noise. Once he was inside the house, a musty, dank order creep into his nose. The house was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks and moans. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain leaking through the roof. He quietly entered the dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt, the calm moonlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. The sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep grooves on the ground where they used to sit. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. Picture frames hanged off-centered. A misplaced grand bookcase stood the corner of the room, undisturbed for a long time. Selecting the correct book could’ve revealed a secret doorway into the chambers where all the secrets lie in the House of Terror. As he made his way back into the hallway, a slimmer of light came from behind a door. He approached the door and opened it. The dust swirled around the room as he made his way …show more content…
The Narrator was kind of terrified because he was in the house where his friends father and the boy had disappeared. Also, he was furious because his friend had never told him that his father had disappeared. He then started to wonder if the boy in the picture was his friends brother who had disappeared along with his father. He was ready to find out more about the house and if there was anything else his friend was hiding from him. As he set the newspaper back down on the table there was a loud bang that came from the second floor. He arrived at the foot of the staircase. He stood and peered at the top, wondering if there was something upstairs. He summoned strength and tiptoed his way up the stairs. Each step intensified the moaning and creaking as if the steps could collapse at any moment. He turned to the right, and met his final destination. The door did not give way easier, a forceful push was needed. Stepping inside, a dresser seem to have been pushed against the door, attempting to deny anyone entry. He could make out the outline of bed, edging in closer for a better
Description of the house follows, very high ceilings, old mansion it seems, with chimney stains, it has been let go. Jumps in time to narrators ex-husband making fun of narrators fantasizing about stains. The next paragraph is the father in a retirement home, always referring to things: ‘The Lord never intended’. This shows how old people have disdain for new things, the next generation appears to be more and more sacreligious. Shows streak of meanness when ‘spits’ out a reference to constant praying, narrator claims he does not know who he is talking to, but appears to be the very pious mother.
He entered the room and opened the lamp that only produced a dim light. Mike then placed his overnight case on the floor and shut the door. He walked farther in and saw two doors, one was the washroom and the other one was the closet. Mr. Enslin then took out his Sony minicorder and started to describe what he observed. On the walls, there was an amber colored wallpaper with some dark stains, and the floor was wooden, making a cracking sound every time someone stepped on it. In front of the window, there was a long and silky burgundy curtain. The room did not have much furniture either. There was a queen sized bed white cream colored sheets, one average sized lamp, an old phone, two red sofa chairs, a coffee table, a little refrigerator and a toaster which was placed on top of the coffee table. In the room, there was also two framed pictures. One was a picture of an old town and the other picture was a small family on a farm. Mike had also realized that the room had a particular smell; it smelled like an old basement that had not been ...
Chakky Pasupa The Black Widow “Honey I’m sorry I’m out late tonight again. I’m leaving the office now. Don’t wait on me, ” Peter Harvs, the chief executor officer of World Wide Bank hung up the phone, grabbed his suit case and exited his room. It was a chilly Friday night in downtown Charlotte, North Carolina where Peter Harvs walked out of the World Wide Bank building. Before he reached his car that was parked in front of the building, he heard a loud gunshot and before he realized it, he felt an unreal sense of pain on his left skull and after that everything went blank.
He heard the door to the room open again and his stomach dropped even further. Heavy footsteps approached him as the tugging feel on top of his head
Right; err. Left; err. I make my way over to the right wall. I pull back the cloth, and another door appears. The cloth around the door won’t budge.
The arrival and vanishing of an unknown person caused little concern to Ayame. If he had been an assailant shed be worried, yet his presence was one of seeking not hostility. She had a feeling that if she had engaged shed have lost. Turning her attention to the battlefield she sent out her senses into the dust cloud covering the exterminated throne room. Her mind brushed against Destrox burning energy searing her senses back.
To tell you anything about this game, we must start from the beginning. It all started with a war. It was a war between humans and monsters. The humans wanted the monster’s land so they could expand and own everywhere. It is never told where this story takes place, but I have been told to assume it is in the Rockies. The monsters lost the war and were forced back into a mountain, where they were sealed away forever. Anyone could get in, but no one could get out. It was told there was a need for seven human souls in order to break the spell, and all the souls of the monsters in the underground and ruins would only equal to one soul. The humans had something the monsters didn’t, a thing called, “Determination”. Years passed and the underground evolved, making an entire world beneath the earth.
A Wolf’s Cry Wolves are misunderstood. Beautiful and wild, never able to be tamed, and the epitome of freedom. They only want to be accepted and loved for what they are. Now, here I stood, at the International Wolf Center, located in Ely, MN.
They found another door, so they walked through it which lead to another room. They then realized that it was like a maze, so they walked through a couple more rooms. Just as they thought they would not be able to find it, they walked into the room where the prophecy was held. They found Harry's prophecy. They were going to turn around and walk out, but then Voldemort's helpers were standing in the back of them.
The forests were on fire. Ablaze, kin with the flickering, smouldering flames, the leaves burned and the wood became black. The grass beneath all the canopies and stretching branches grew a shade of intense yellow and orange when the crackling destruction reached with long tendrils, the inexistent hands waving their fingers and setting it all aflame.
The Road To Despair “Drive safely, Gracie,” Mrs. Bennett pleaded with her twenty year old daughter. “I’ll be fine mom,” Gracie assured her, but even as she spoke, she couldn’t help but feel anxious for her first out of state drive on her own. Gracie started the car, put on a brave face for her worried mother and took one last look at her comforting, peaceful, neighborhood. “It’ll be fine,” Gracie told herself, “It’s only two days on the road”.
MARA HEARD ITS heavy footsteps behind her, closing in on her with each passing second, yet she remained calm. Not a single muscle trembled inside her. Despite knowing the beast was chasing her down like a rabid dog, she was not scared of it—never had been, never will be. Spinning on her heels, she faced the creature, staring into its vibrant red eyes with a look as hard as stone, like she wanted it to attack her, to rip her skin and tear her limbs apart until she was no more than a mess of blood and skin. But there was something else in her dark eyes; a bright flame of confidence.
I blink my eyes open, there's almost no light, only a small amount coming from a hole in the wall. I groan when a pounding ache forms behind my eyes, I sit up and look around at my surroundings. I'm in a cage, that douche put me in a freaking cage. I'm sitting on a board that comes off the wall, speaking of, the walls were a grey brick. There was a giant room, and then this grey cage.
felt my heart begin to beat faster as I saw the one I was looking for.
the door. Owen slowly opened the door and there was a man the man said