A Short Story : 'The Haunted House'

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

“4910 Blue Creek Road, Westerville, Ohio. The house next door was known to be haunted. I didn’t get why they were even bothering to sell the house. It was a worthless piece of junk anyway. It looked like it was barely standing. The yellow paint was slowly peeling off, and the windows were shattered. I looked away from the window. If I was going to do it, it was now. My parents were out, and my friends were there to witness it. I grabbed my flashlight and headed out. I walked up to the house, and looked back at the house behind me. In the window of the house behind me, I could barely see the outline of a pair of binoculars. Well, I hoped he was watching me. I pushed the door open and it let out a creak. I crept inside, into the living room. It was bare, and there was only one picture on there. A clown, grinning maniacally. Its face bleach white and its mouth crimson red, it stared directly at me.”

Back in the 1900s there was a rumor going around the small town of Jefferson that there was a haunted house back in the woods that nobody has ever been to in about 75 years. On May 24, 1922, 3 kids named Ashley, Billy, and Cody put it to the test to see if they could find this house that everyone had been talking about. When they found the house after 4 hours of searching for it, all 3 kids walked up to the house. From the outside the house was very scary, big bushed not trimmed down, veins running down every window that they could see, and a big door that had not been painted or touched in a really long time. As Cody knocked on the door they got a little frightened at the sight of the door opening by itself when Cody knocked. “The house already

We finally got to the so called haunted house. It was unsettling there was just something about it that none of us could put into words. Maybe we didn’t want to know why, maybe we just wanted to act as if nothing was wrong and saying nothing made that real. The house looked as if were falling apart like it would collapse at the slightest of wind. “ So I guess we should go in then” Sam almost whispered as if she didn’t want us to hear her. “ Yes, let's go in” Mary said, but the way she said it was off setting like she had no feelings. Though honestly, I don’t think any of us wanted to go in we walked up to the door and pushed.

It felt like bliss – being here like this, with my friends. We weren’t doing anything special, not really, only driving down the road that led to Mike Anderson’s house. Senior year had us all so miserable that I actually convinced myself to go to one of his parties without having to be forced.

A small room. Dozens of tables and GIRLS in frilly lingerie. GIs and locals vying for ladies’ affections.

After a long time of walking, Hanzmo reached a populated town, a drastic change in scenery. Everything seemed gloomy and dark, just like the demon realm. Nobody there was very inviting, many people stared at him because of the hood on his head, and the addition of red eyes makes it worse. One kid even cried because of his appearance, and trying to reassure him didn't work. This place didn't seem as perfect as before, his vision had changed, drastically. This place didn't seem so perfect anymore. The look around came short, he was already tired already, it was time to rest. He found a place just to simply sit down and listen to the sounds of the night. The roaring of the vehicles and the sounds of the stray animals.

Eerie shadows started appearing behind all objects, and rambunctious kids followed by paranoid parents occupied the sidewalks. Jordyn and her friends decided not to trick or treat this year seeming to be too old for the dressing up and running from house to house with a suitcase dreaded to be carried. Instead the group of girls decided to watch scary movies to set the Halloween mood. Each house’s porch along the way had been lit by jack-o-lanterns and the seasonal mums of fall colors. Smells of bonfires and leaves enlightened Jordyn’s nose along with lavender, having been the smell of shampoo used to wash her hair that was so intrigued with her face. “Only a little more way to go,” she thought to herself pulling her coat closer to her body as the breeze picked up. She looked up from the uneven sidewalks, swiping away the hair that had begun to annoy her, spotting a miniature Winnie the pooh stumbling down the path quite a bit ahead of her. “How cute,” she spoke quietly. She glanced more closely and realized something strange, there was no one else around the child. The last group of trick or treaters and their parents had passed no less than five minutes ago. The only houses ahead lead to a main road

With ears deafened by the silence of the day, John Smith decided it was best to get away from his shop. He had tended to his small flower shop since the break of dawn, arranging the few orders for the odd wedding or so, but mostly just making sure the place looked presentable. However, his work would go unnoticed, as the store remained empty until he briefly closed for lunch.

Speeding around the corner, I see the dilapidated house has taken one more step toward total ruin, the cemetery has a few new headstones, and Mamaw’s house looks exactly the same. The single story white brick house sits alone on the right side of Miller Road and the yard is alive with flowers, trees, and invisible-from-a-distance fire ant-piles. I pull in the driveway and park to the side of the house under the shade of the massive pecan tree. The crunch of squirrel-cracked shells sounds beneath my feet. I smile at the familiarity of it all as the storm door thunks shut behind me. My nose is assaulted by the smell of fresh biscuits and starched laundry. Bright light floods into the empty family room from the porch, and I know I am home.

Jenna started her dream of the Ghost Tree again like the other dreams but this one was different. In the dream Amy was gone and her father was sitting with her. He was pointing to a boy across from her. It was Michael MacKenzie. He looked terrified. He wasn't trying to talk to her, he had his knees curled up and his arms around them just like the nights she saw him at the church steps. Jenna got up and went to sit next to him. She didn’t say anything but gave him a hug. She knew that he had felt so bad for what he did. She told him it was going to be

The Richmond Haunting began with a devil scratching at the window in the early hours of the morning.

It took weeks of convincing and reassuring that everything was going to be just fine before I budged. I did not agree because I suddenly was not scared, I felt guilty that we would not go on my accord. So here I was, hours away from hopping on the thing I promised myself I would never get on.I closed my eyes and to my surprise fell asleep. I was asleep for what felt like all of five minutes.I was woke up by a distant car horn, I looked ahead and saw the blurry light turned from red to green, we hung a left. I read the big blue print on the concrete sign,” Roanoke Airport,” We were finally here. I heard a low roar that seemed distant, but it grew louder with the passing seconds.Then a huge plane soared over top of us! The fear gather back inside

The tragedy of that horrible October back in 2009 during a Halloween haunted house tour is still surrounded in mystery.

“In the year of 1989, there was a street named Elm, in the state of Wyoming. Few chose to live on that street, and they all knew about the haunted house, up on the hill, on the west side of town, coming off of Elm. Once, I spent the week with some friends and, Halloween came upon us, while I stayed with them.” I was telling my first-grade brother and his friends stories to scare them out of their wits. Besides, no one wants little kids tagging along with you to go trick or treating, when you could go with your friends to Haunted Houses, and not ones set up by the town hall. “We were just about to pass the house, not thinking anything of it, when we heard a moan coming from Old Man Reaper’s house.” Their eyes grew wide with fear. Mr. G.