Ava's Haunted House

While Mrs. Cole has been on many adventures around the world, her childhood adventure never went past the borders of her hometown. Mrs. Cole’s life began in a farming community in North Anson County. She lived about three and a half miles from the eighty-seven student school and all of her needs were met with in the borders of her town. Mrs. Cole mentioned that luxury was not part of the daily life of her small farm community; only two students drove cars to her high school but that was due to necessity, since they had jobs at a mill after school. Remembering very little traffic, she reminisced that the town had one stoplight during her early

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.

Morning brought the peace of a warm sunny day to the small town of Tributary; such a contrast to the violent events of the day before, still there was a sense of mourning in the air. The town folk spent much of the day recovering lost property. Everyone felt fortunate to have found their missing belongings. Everyone except Corvida Bratleigh! Rather than being thankful her playhouse was undamaged by the tornado, Corvida was angry that her playhouse was in Nikki Fernandez’s garden! The playhouse was hers, not Nikki’s and she was going to make sure that Nikki did not step one foot in her lovely little house.

In the beginning of the book Helen the main character of the story begins talking about her life including that she is a photographer or wants be, but is currently only doing part time jobs.She also says she has a child named Ollie who doesn't live with her, and that she is divorced. Helen then meets Ava, a woman in her 40s who is handicap, at one of her catering jobs who later invites Helen to her house. Nothing is really known about Helen's social life or her family until she speaks to Ava. Although Ava doesn’t ask her Helen eventually breaks and tells Ava everything. She talks about everything that happened to her and why Ollie wasn’t a part of her life. The reader then learns that after Helen divorced Dwight Ollie’s father she would drink a cup of wine at night while Ollie was already asleep to help relax, however one night Ollie stomach was hurting and had to go to the hospital, however Helen had a cup of

In the fiction novel The Uglies, Tally Youngblood is a fifteen-year-old girl with a rebellious spirit who lives life on the edge of insanity. In The Uglies, Scott Westerfield uses conflict to reveal how Tally’s perspective of the Smoke and New Pretty Town has changed over the course of the story. This story gives its reader a strong insight into some of life’s adventures and the drama that comes along with growing up, as well as the operation you get when you turn 16 years old.

The winchester mystery house is a house that has a supernatural background. Some people believe that the house is not haunted however a majority of the people believe that it is indeed haunted. There is a mysterious story to why the house was built in the first place that will send chills throughout your body. You see this isn’t any ordinary haunted attraction that you could find at an amusement park, no no this is a real life mystery house. There have been sightings that all fit together almost too perfectly. Is the house really haunted? Or was old Sarah Winchester a crazed lunatic who believed a cheap medium?

It was a dark and stormy night, when Annabelle Heinsdorff was born by a water stream, 5 years ago. Her mother May ran ,she knew someone was watching her somehow. It was unacceptable, in her town. Annabelle never knew her parents, she wanted to meet them, but never knew how to get out of the house without passing by Madam. Madam Hailey always sat in her chair in the lounging area, with Fluffy ,her cat, in her lap. As Annabelle headed to school, in a place near Salem where the teachers were bile, she grab a piece of parchment and wrote a letter to her father, hoping would someday get.

Throughout the observation period, I noticed that although Ava wasn’t the oldest, she spoke the most frequently. The other children generally let her take the lead because she spoke the most loudly and with the shrillest voice. During a brief conflict with Chloe when Ava wanted everyone to take turns being the

This was the exact place where my mother grew into a women. I’m chomping on my food as we coast farther into the neighborhood. When I glance at my surroundings, my eyes turn into wide saucers. I was captivated by what had managed to happen over the years. It was as if a spirit has blew on the neighborhood and knocked everything down. You would think a storm caused this disarray, but this is what crime and corruption does communities. The food weighed in my hand, for I was no longer hungry, just in complete shock. The air was eerie and uncomfortably silent as we turned the corner. My mother’s gasp breaks the silence and I snap my head in her direction. “This was my friend’s house! I would come over to watch movies and eat popcorn in her basement,” my mom moans, getting emotional. This house was charred, allowing red bricks, scorched wood, and glass to collect in a heaping pile, leaving only the chimney standing. The more we drove around this neighborhood, the more it looked like an abandoned warzone then a tight-knit community that once caused my mother so much

Far down a dusty highway sat a quaint little neighborhood in the rural sides of Indiana. This suburban edition went by the title of Stable Acres. The roads were old and scared with lines of tar and gravel to fill the streets riddled with potholes. The thin asphalt path snaked around trees and other houses. In my grey suede car seat, I could feel our maroon car, with interior the color of sand, come to a smooth complete stop. Outside there was a house painted a deep rich red and a concrete driveway that was also very tan. Past the windows you could see dainty ivory lace curtains that kept out the harsh sunlight. Suddenly, my car door would be opened, and my mother would place my one hand into my second home, my grandmother.

Burying her head in her hands, she let her tears mingle into a puddle on her dark dress. The relentless wind howled around the house and the rain pattered roughly against the wood siding. A sudden rapping at the front door aroused Gwilan from her mournful meditations. Gwilan rose from her seat and opened the rugged green door. A young sopping girl stood timidly at the doorstep, her shining eyes gleaming with hope. Gwilan gasped and pulled the girl inside.

In a clearing in the forest, a well can be seen. Wart first saw Merlyn at the well, and Merlyn seemed inattentive and abstract, because he was struggling to pull up a bucket, and his clothes were scattered with bird droppings. Merlyn says to himself, “You would think that after all these years of study, you could do better for yourself.” (22) This implies that Merlyn has had an education, but isn’t doing as well as he would like. Later, Merlyn says, “By this and by that, why can’t they get us…” (22) It is unclear who “they” are, and apparently Merlyn knows something that “they” don’t. Behind this well, there is a small stone cottage. The cottage has two parts. The first part is very tall, and has a hole in the thatch of the roof so that a fire could be built inside. Merlyn

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

Description: After her «birth», Ava lived in a small room where she had no real contact with the outside world. She had informations, notions about multiple things about our environment implanted in her mechanical brain but she had never experience anything outside of her white room. The only concretes things she knew were the plants behind the glass, Nathan, a painting i think, some clothes and some furniture.

It only took a few minutes to walk in silence from the Bridge to Jo’s house. Many times over the years when the girls were younger, Antonello picked Ashleigh up from or dropped her off at Jo’s house. From the street the house was hidden by shrubs and trees, there was an old wire fence, leaning towards the street under the weight of several bushes and an iron gate, rusted at the hinges, a little out of sorts, so that it scraped on the ground as Jo pushed it open. It wouldn’t take much to fix the gate, Antonello had a couple of hinges in the shed that would probably do. He thought about this as they walked up the path. The house was a rundown weatherboard cottage, with a small veranda. Jo opened the door and led him down a narrow hallway to the kitchen.