The Dare It was Halloween. Morgan, Kaylee, and I thought it would be fun to play “truth or dare” in the woods at a house that was abandoned. We would play after the kids were done trick-or-treating. The time came, so we left with a slight fear. We went to the woods, it was cold and dark. As we walked, it got muddy and damp, but it did not rain. We saw the house. I didn’t feel so good about it, but I didn’t want Kaylee and Morgan to think I was scared. I put on a brave face, but I could tell Morgan and Kaylee were both scared too. We sat on the porch. Kaylee went first, and she dared Morgan to climb the old, twisted tree that we all thought was going to break any time, and to yell “the trick is coming!” Morgan was scared—I could see it in her eyes—but she walked towards the tree. She struggled to get on it, but she did it. …show more content…
Kaylee and I looked at each other. Then, we heard it again but more like Morgan. As she climbed down the tree, I had so many goosebumps. Kaylee and I glanced at Morgan. She looked at us with a confused face and said, “What? Why are you two looking at me like that?” Kaylee told her what we heard. Then, Morgan said she heard nothing. We all looked at one another with a scared look in our eyes; no one would say they were scared. Then, I got the feeling that someone was there watching us, but that could’ve been because I was scared to death! So then, it was my turn. I asked Kaylee, “Truth or dare?” She picked truth. I said, “Are you really scared?” Kaylee stopped and looked at me. I said, “You
“No,” I answered hollowly. “I can’t say you did.” Her eyes looked down to the floor until she built enough courage to continue her story that I knew I couldn’t avoid.
Narrator 1: Jake and Jessica thought about how their mom told them they couldn’t go in the woods.
We drove in silence, the only noise being her deep breathing and my short, shallow sighs. I realized just how far I had walked, as we drove to my house- at least 5 miles. When we reached our house, I looked at it, as if I was seeing it for the first time in my life- the old fashioned porches, the balcony, the huge, beautiful windows. I stayed in the car, as did Micha, neither of us making an attempt to move as she commented on the grass needing cut, and the mess the neighbors had made in the front yard. I heard her, but I wasn't listening- I was merely staring ahead of me, debating if I should get out and run inside or try to justify my actions.
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
I walked into the house which was lit up like a Christmas tree, every light in every room ablaze. There had to be ten, maybe fifteen neighbors all crammed into the living room. Everything was sweaty, panicked and awful, and everyone looked pitiful and I was pathetic. The usual interrogation began. “How is this making you feel?”
Karrie :*opens door, wearing a black dress with white polka dots it went well with her gray fur*okay scary! jeez ,what's wrong?you look like you have been attacked by the big bad dog *she winks at the audience. *
In the short story “Speaking of Courage” Tim O’Brien creates the quality of weight through connotations and imagery in order to show how even the shortest amount of time could prevent death. The weight he creates is death and he does this through the importance of time, “... he heard somebody screaming...The sound was ragged and clotted up, but even so he knew the voice. A strange gargling noise...He heard the valves in his heart. He heard the quick, feathering action of the hinges. Extraordinary, he thought. As he came up, a pair of red flares puffed open, a soft blurry glow, and in the glow, he saw Kiowa’s wide-open eyes settling down into the scum. All he could do is watch.” (O’Brien 142). The word screaming gives the connotation of pain,
Then we went around the group to look for the truth of each worry. I asked the girls who said they were apprehensive that they weren’t smart enough to get into college. Cody raised her hand. I then asked her what the truth about that statement was. Cody said, “It probably isn’t true.”
“I mean if I had one.” I look at the clock and notice it was going on 1:45. “Holy s**t. We need to get you dressed fast.” I suddenly realized I was sounding like Katniss, so I turned around and walked out of his house.
As we walked through the woods on the dark cold night in October we notice screaming of what we had thought to be the neighbor girl. We creep closer to the large mansion and climb the gates to get in the massive front yard. As me and my friends Kevin, Douglas, and randy reach the front door, we slowly creep open the front door, we hear screams and yells and very quickly leave the situation. We head back to the house for the night and decide that we will make a plan and return to the mansion tomorrow.
Emily asks. ˝I don’t care if you’re scared or not, just realize that you’re in the way of Aria and me. ˝ Spencer says. ˝I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.
“I don’t know guys; deserted houses really give me the creeps. It’s all a little too Nightmare on Elm Street for me.” I answered. Maddie looked at me with worry in her eyes but didn’t reveal my secret; that I could sometimes see the dead. An old abandoned house was asking for all sorts of trouble for someone like me.
It was in July, and we wanted to go camping. I asked my dad if we could go up to our family's cabin in Elk Springs, which is near Montrose. He agreed, so Chase, Tyler and I, all sixteen years old, packed our stuff and were ready to go camping. With excitement, we jumped into Chase's truck, and took off to the woods.
As the bushes and brush grew more solid I began to ponder. Will I make it through this forest tonight or will I be taken in by the thick of the mystery? Sounds from sluggish foot steps caused a vibration around me that lead me to stop in my place and listen closely. Could this forest be haunted or was I just over exaggerating? I started to get very nervous by this time. “It will be just fine,” I told myself. I am just imagining things. I continued my journey through the forest but negative thoughts were running through my l...
Finally, we talked about how scary and dangerous it is for a young girl to walk through the woods to go to her grandmother’s house. Also, she has the thought of her mom telling her to be careful in the woods because it could be dangerous.