Ava Badeaux: A Short Story

Day after day, we would pass the mansion building on our way to and from school. Branches of vines and clusters of moss crawled up the sides of the building. I could see the paint, tearing off the walls. People for years have said the mansion building is haunted, but I don’t believe it. They say people have been possessed and killed there. Olivia, of course, believes every detail anyone tells him. To teach him a lesson, we decided to plan to spend the night in the mansion building this Saturday.

The house had an unusual smell to it that Bryan couldn’t quite his finger on it. Miguel had never minded any of the people in the village had always believed the story ever since they were a young child, but there showed no evidence of this so called “Witch”. old lady on the corner of Babylan St. because he always knew it was just a folktale,so they wouldn’t go into a stranger 's house.

Spreading blood all over there walls and doors, one women threw a chicken’s head to represent the aunt. When the villagers were in the house the destroyed everything in it; the kitchen was filled with shatter glasses from the bowls and throwing the pots. The women next door entered their house with a broom swiping the negative dust above Kingston’s families head giving those negative spirts and every one of the villagers looking down upon Kingston’s family. When leaving their house, the villagers made sure that they took sugar and oranges and rubbed it upon the selves; it made sure they weren’t cursed from the disgrace the family had. Some stole the rest of the bowls and clothes that were not broken or torn. It was time for the baby to arrive and the no name women gave birth to her new born baby in a pit. Kingston’s remembers the next morning going to the family well noticing that it was plugged and noticed that the aunt had killed herself and her newborn baby in the family well. Making sure that Maxine Kingston doesn’t say a word to her father, her mother repeats again to her to not say a word to her father or to

She pulls her scarlet coat closer wintry wind pushes by. Her delicate features scrunch up in discomfort as the bitter air pricks skin. Maria squints her radiant, jade eyes at the multitudinous papers posted on the wall and sees the multiple reports of missing people. As she warily strolls further down, she notices a large chalkboard covered with an innumerable amount of names. There is space beside the name Alma, and Maria furrows her eyebrows in confusion while searching for a writing tool. Her fingers desperately dig into the snow and uncover a small piece of white chalk. She scribbles her name down, and as she turns around her eyes find a doll that looks identical to her resting within the shop. Her emerald-colored eyes widen like saucers as she inspects the doll. The urge to go to the doll burns bright inside her, as if she is a moth to the flame. She looks at the oddly shaped door, her stomach churning in suspicion. The door is jammed and she gives it one final push with her shoulder, turning around in disappointment. The door opens to reveal her look alike, within her reach! Maria darts towards the doll, but not before nearly tripping over a moving object. Her breathing grows ragged as the doll heads over to the door, its entryway shutting. Her eyes slowly move back to the center table, where the doll no longer stands. Maria's green orbs finally rest on the doll. While debating whether

Allie Hernandez is eight-years old when she finds out about the monster hiding under her bed. The day had started out like any other day for the young girl. She woke up with a little skip to her steps because the sun was shining beautifully that morning. She changed into baggy closes and wore ratty sneaker, but she didn't mind since her parents told her about them being tight on cash and not being able to buy her anything new. She skipped to the tiny kitchen in their small, dingy apartment. She grabbed her pink stool to reach her favorite cereal, Cheerios. She didn't bother to grab a bowl since it was too high up in the cupboard. She ate straight from the box and then washed it down by drinking from the milk carton.

She walked in the house for the door was open. A large creek of n old door he opened . It echoed throughout the old castle. Strange enough the outside of the house was ugly and old, while the inside was like an enchanted castle that looked as if a king lived there. Everything was sparkling clean, no spider webs, no crumbs just elegance and gorgeousness. A sudden bang was heard upstairs. “ Hello.. Matthew?” she said scared and confused. As she was there to investigate she noticed a scratch on her arm that had been open and bleeding the whole time. She ran out in fear and went home. She was looking out the window when she saw matthew coming back home with black bags. As he knocked on the door it opened and he seemed to be arguing with someone at the door. He looked really frustrated. Suddenly he stopped and turned to Leanna's window where she had been looking. She closed the curtain scared and decided to go to sleep. That night she heard the doorbell ring. “ Oh hey Matthew, what’s up?” Without hesitation he yelled, “Did you go inside my house tell me, did you?” As she looked down at her arm covering it with her arms crossed she said “ No, never.” He uncovered her hand as he looked scared at the cut he said “ I’m sorry, look there’s a demon in my house that has been haunting and feeding off of me and my family. He killed them all... now he scratched you and left his mark in you. The only way he will come after you now is…... through me!” As the possessed Matthew attacked her, she ran upstairs where she knew she had a gun. The lights went dark, she heard a deep breathing as she heard her name being called in a demonic voice. “ LEANNA! Where are you?” Scared for her life she grabbed the pistol she had hidden and started to load it. The house started to shake as a loud frustrated monster like scream was heard throughout the house. The beep in her made her ears bleed as if the

Frantically trying to find her way up the cold, dark stairs she trips over old, dirt covered shoes, dusty ragged dolls who’s dresses have been torn, and moldy glass bottles. As she gets to the the top she pulls trying to open the brown, wooden door, her hope of getting out anytime soon starts to vanish as the flickering light goes off behind her. Never being in the basement for very long , she never noticed how badly it had smelled of insects, and rotting mice. Deliberately she climbs back down the uneven staircase to the cobwebbed entrance.

On Halloween night, Angela decides to throw a Halloween party at an abandoned funeral parlor called, "Hull House", which is believed to have been built on evil grounds. As if that wasn't creepy enough, the teens decide to up the ante by performing a seance in front of a large

As we wait to be seated at the Olive Garden Rex wonders to the bar Walter following behind telling Rex about his business idea. Judith and myself wait on the bench talking about our day. I told her how my son keeps calling himself Batman and she tells me she was a superhero when she was little too. She proceeded to tell me how when she was younger she would read comics books and at night in her dreams she became a superhero. When the waitress called our party Judith and I had to retrieve Rex and Walter from the bar where they sat telling each other about their plans to strike it rich. Once at the table the guy talked over me and Judith anytime we would try to speak, since they had a few drinks already we decide to just sit and listen. Rex was telling Walter about his plans to find gold and Walter kept

His stomach let out a loud grumble. He knew he shouldn’t eat at this time of night, but he was starving even though he had eaten dinner only a few hours ago. He turned his chair towards the door but stopped mid-turn when he caught sight of a limp ragdoll, its eyes huge black buttons with the smallest of smiles resting against the door frame. Jack shook his head, and thought to himself what an odd looking doll that is, it was quite creepy as a matter of fact. He looks back up only to see that the doll is no longer there. Now a bit confused, he got up to see if it had fallen behind the door. As he walked towards the door it started to close on him, he sped up his walk and caught it before it completely shut. He stuck his head around the corner, and oh what a surprise, the doll is nowhere to be

Your Aunt Betty isn’t in control of nothing and I’m not going to let you control anything either Anna. If you want to pay for the funeral you can have it any way you want to and I want say a word but as long as I’m paying for this funeral it will be as I say. She and her daughter huffed and stormed out of the house. Linda said don’t worry about that she’ll calm down. I’m not worried I have other things to be concerned about Linda. Thank you Linda for helping me, closing the door as she walked out. Later that evening Anna’s son called me asking, “Why is my mother crying?” How would I know you’re there ask her? If she don’t go to the funeral there will be two funerals, he blurted out. Are you calling your young-self trying to threaten me? I’m repeating myself if she don’t go to the funeral there will be two funerals. Let me tell you something you little wet behind the ears snotty nosed boy! You do what you do and you’ll get what you get remember that have a nice day! Allen walked in who is that mom? Anna’s son call himself threatening me. What Allen exclaimed, I’ll be right back mom, hurrying out the door. An hour later Allen came back to the house, you don’t have anything to worry about he want bother you again. Allen I wasn’t worried I was concerned what you might do the way you went out of here in a hurry. Mom I didn’t beat him up….. this time but I made it very clear if he open his mouth twisted to you again he would find himself spitting out teeth after he remove my foot. He can get crazy if he wants to but “Real Crazy” will meet him right where he

Never in the history of the world did a heart sink to the bottom of the floor faster. A room she presumed to be filled to the brim with her peers, with flashing lights, and smiling faces. Was empty.

Little Marie ran up them as fast as she could, skipping steps along the way. It was a little bit lighter up in the attic because of the small square window. She liked it up there much better even though it wasn’t any safer. First off, the thing that is chasing her could still be up there and second, the building is falling apart piece by piece. As she started to walk, the wood creaked and splinters of wood started to fall from the ceiling. She walked a little faster, but calmer this time. She heard noises from the other side of the room. She hid in and out of the junk that was piled up in the attic of the old Lidtke Mill. Marie

To ward off boredom while she waits, Clemmy Sue slaps the earphones over her ears, turns the CD player to full volume, and closes her eyes and begins to sing along with Dolly Parton. In no time at all, she fell asleep and when she awoke twenty minutes later, she begins to wonder why Estelle Louise had not returned. Therefore, she decides to drive over to the mailbox and check on her. Much to her surprise, the mailbox and Estelle Louise are not there. With darting eyes, she searches the area and soon discovers that Estelle Louise’s home is on fire. Panicking, she drives in a maniacal frenzy, up Estelle Louise’s slippery driveway. Within sight of the burning house, she slams the brakes, and the truck slid into the middle of Estelle Louise’s flowerbed and stops. Frantically, she dials nine-one-one, to inform them that a large, white, delivery box truck had driven straight through

The plot of the movie is about Ethan who lives in a small town called Gatlin in South Carolina. He wishes to move far away from his hometown for college in New York. He has a frequent dream about a girl whom he does not know, one day the girl of his dreams (Lena Duchannes) enrolls in the same school as him. Other students would spread rumors about her and her family about them being devil worshipers. Once Lena hears these rumors her anger gets the best of her and she shatters the windows making everyone fearful and suspicious, so they assume she is a witch. Regardless of the rumors, Ethan tries desperately to get Lena’s attention, but no matter what he does she will either be rude or ignore him. Eventually Lena gives in and they both share a bond of poetry and also having