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. One flicker of the light and the shadow possessed a bloody machete, with a dead body in his grasp. My body dropped in horror of the grimly image. I peeked below to see where the figure was located. Once the light flickered off and on, the shadowy figure had vanished. I tried to understand the …show more content…
The dark figure that I was “imagining” had been in my dreams hunting me and my admired ones. It targets the ones that I care for with strategic crimes that lead to a mysterious death. The dark figure would, tactically abduct the person by luring them in with false panicking. One horrendous screams would be the only evidence given to suspects near the area. Usually, a week would pass by and the individual would seem missing or absent from action. There would be many missed calls, texts, notices and letters that would be left at the person’s home. Police and investigators would search for the missing individual for several hours and find them dead in unusual places. These nightmares have been making me paranoid and cautious of …show more content…
I looked at my closet mirror and saw my reflection looked very peculiar. It was very distorted and my room looked pitch black, I couldn’t even see my night light on. My room was completely different in the mirror. I decided to move my arm up, and my reflection mimicked each and every one of my moves. The reflection seemed to begin lagging with my movement and it began to move slightly different. My reflection began to look my grimly, my eyes seemed to form bloody red and it would seem I was a living corpse. The reflection began to screech, the distortion twisting and turning. Then the black figure forms from my
On September 11, 2001 terrorists crashed two American airline airplanes into Twin Towers, killing thousands of people. It was the worst terrorist attack in American history and it showed us that we are not protected by Atlantic and Pacific. It showed us that we could be attacked by anyone at anytime. It showed us that if we will be attacked again that we can only depend on each other and not on other nations to help us. The 9/11 changed people forever, some lost family members or friends, others lost their jobs even so called “American Dream.”
The deathly ringing of the clock resonated throughout the chambers and faded away like they always had. But this time, the festivities did not flare back to life, for the new figure had control over the attention of everyone. This unique figure was shrouded in a robe as black as a void that covered all of his body except for his face, which was concealed by a peculiar mask. Contrary to the darkness of the robes, the lean mask was a pure, ghostly white with two blood red, curved lines, thicker at the top of the mask and thinner towards the bottom, through the eyes which were void holes. The air around him was cold and stale, like death lingered around him, waiting for its next victim. From the outskirts of the crowd, he moved in closer to the revelers, with each step echoing unnaturally loud. People shuffled away from him, afraid some terrible fate may befall them if they get close in proximity to him, as he strolled toward some unknown destination.
September 11, 2001 is known as the worst terrorist attack in United States history. On a clear Tuesday morning, there were four planes that were hijacked and flown into multiple buildings by a terrorist group named al Qaeda. This group, led by Osama bin Laden, killed nearly 3,000 people. Out of those 3,000 people more than 400 police and 343 firefighters were killed along with 10,000 people who were treated for severe injuries. Many lives were taken, and to this day, people still suffer from the attack. September 11th is the most influential event of the early twenty-first century because it made an increase in patriotism, it caused a rise in security throughout the nation, and it had a tremendous effect of thousands of lives.
One of the most devastating terrorist attacks in United States history, 9/11, has taken the
There were numerous events and threats leading up to the terrorists attacks on the World Trade Center which left chaos amongst the streets of downtown New York City and would leave America and its families devastated and prone to change after this infamous date in our nation’s history. What happened on September 11th, 2001 was without a doubt both horrific and ill natured. Multiple terrorists hijacked several US airliners that would later be flown into the North and South towers, the Pentagon, and also an unintended area in Pennsylvania. It can be said that the United States of America was unprepared and vulnerable for these occurrences.
mirror a corpse gazed at him back thru the mirror. This is due to lack of the food and vitamins
"Latch the telescope before you lock the axis," I advise my brother as I had been advised many times before. He nods in agreement, visibly excited. "This, my son, is the real show," my grandfather would say as we lay on the roof, staring out into the night-sky, the constellations telling tales of heroes and gods. "These are the great storytellers.
Without seeing her, I knew what she was doing. I knew that she was sitting in front of the mirror again, seeing my back, which had had time to reach the depths of the mirror and be caught by her look, which had also had just enough time to reach the depths and return--before the hand had time to start the second turn--until her lips were anointed now with crimson, from the first turn of her hand in front of the mirror. I saw, opposite me, the smooth wall, which was like another blind mirror in which I couldn't see her sitting behind me, but could imagine her where she probably was, as if a mirror had been hung in place of the wall. "I see you," I told her. And on the wall I saw what was as if she had raised her eyes and had seen me with my back turned toward her from the chair, in the depths of the mirror, my face turned toward the wall.
One day, there was a man, walking through the woods to get back home. The man had quite a way to go to get back home but, it was getting late, and all he had was a flashlight, a small knife, and a video recorder. The man was hearing weirder and weirder noises as he was walking, he was also starting to see weird shapes in the distance, almost as if it was a tall thin man looking at him with tentacle like things coming out of his back, and spreading in the air.
These dreams usually leave a person with feelings of anger, guilt, sadness, fear, anxiety and depression. There has been much speculation on what causes nightmares and their usefulness. The purpose of this essay is to analyze nightmares and express findings through research done. Who regularly has nightmares?
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
Laying on my back on a gurney looking up, I counted the lights on the ceiling flickering passed me as I was rushed down the hall, “3, 4, 5…” The lights stopped as we burst through a door and into a damp, dark, green tiled room. I am lifted off the gurney and onto a cold, green leather chair. I looked up to see a bright light blinding me and two men in masks hovering over. “Who are you?”
The hum of the engine is cut short by a swift motion of keys. The door opens with a quiet creak, to reveal a tall hooded figure emerge from the shadows. The figure examines the dark, ominous buildings towering before him. A small piece of concrete lands just a few metres in front of him. His only reaction is a slight chuckle from under his breath.
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.