Chapter 1 : A Short Story

“We’ll need all the help we can get,” Jenny told him. “Who knows? This could give us a lead. You know, point us in the right direction.”

While the North Montgomery, Southmont, and Crawfordsville High School football seasons have been over for many weeks now, the Indianapolis Colts still have a few games left to salvage a broken season. After this season, much like last season, there is some change needed, but this time we should look more inward at the administration. The Indianapolis Colts should fire Ryan Grigson because of is meddling in personal issues, and his inability to let Chuck Pagano handle the day to day business of the team and its players.

Robert, the security guard, drew his gun, took a deep breath, and headed down a shadowy corridor full of plastic cobwebs, fake blood, and recorded screams. It was Robert's worst nightmare, a real-life killer on the loose in Cohan's Haunted House. At least one person was dead, and behind any one of these doors might lay another victim -or worse, the killer - waiting for another victim.

Our task - to find the key from the door and escape. However, this will not end our adventure. Sinister complex in which we found ourselves, just huge. It is full of deadly traps and ghouls who want to eat you.

At Hoopers Pharmacy, I was predominantly a cashier with other tasks on the side such as Inventory, keeping money records, organizing pharmaceutical receipts and occasional cleaning. Aside from these tasks I would regularly assist costumers in finding the best products for their needs (best vitamin brands, etc.)

The article Johnathan Edwards and the Closing of the Table is based upon Edwards’ view of the practice of the Eucharist (Holy Communion). Crisp argues within hist article that Johnathan Edwards’ beliefs should be studied and “offer a challenge to contemporary theologians to think about these matters more organically (Crisp, 49).” Crisp gives an analysis of Johnathan Edwards’ beliefs on communion, the process, and the requirements to obtain communion. He states that Edwards’ believed that there had to be a confession of faith included with the communion service, and that only when they gave an outward piece of evidence that they were converted from their sins that they should and could obtain communion (Crisp, 55).

I knew that was coming why couldn’t I just be quiet? So now let’s think, Salim evaporated out of thin air and somehow that is possible, but now the real question is how and where. “Ow!”

Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.

Hours later, Stanley finally opened his eyes, and looked around him. A rope was tied from under his wound to his waist, and was unbreakable for his condition. “What the..?” He said, confused.

The door cracked and wheezed on its hinges due to continued pressure on it. Kevin breathed rapidly, fearing for his life. “God, if you’re there...Please save me. PLEASE!” Kevin screamed, his vocal chords protesting from the sudden strain. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it, but please NOT ME, PLEASE!” His pleas quieted to be repeatedly muttered under his breath. The door creaked sharply, and Kevin wrapped his arms around himself. He quivered and waited for the

As I go up and catch up to the firefighters, one of them all bloody and one dead.as we go up we hear that the other tower has collapsed and we are told to get out now, but we were trapped we couldn't go down anymore our only option was to jump but we had to be the last to jump.

"Oh, now look what I did." She huffs, scooping up the content. She's placing the last item in the box when she started getting an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach, like she's being watched. Turning towards the door, she sees a large dark mask staring back at her. Glancing around, she notices children's toys are suspended in midair all around her. Suddenly, the small unit fills with music and children's laughter as the toys begin dancing about. Letting out a terrifying scream, she bolts towards the front of the building. She felt something grab a hold of her leg as she steps out of the door.

The dimmed lights became darker until the room was pitch black, with blue and white lights flashing around us like lightning, and a sound of crackling electricity echoed around us. The ride started to move, and shortly after a man’s voice echoed above us telling the story of five people who ventured in the Tower of Terror.

Lidah leapt to her feet as though she’d been electrocuted, when she saw Amir walk through the doors. She stared sadly at the man who walked in, his face showing no emotion, as he walked towards the middle of the great hall with Matthew and Pinnah following behind. Assertions showing on their eyes, as they looked around the room making sure no Soldiers were around.

He laughed and caved in. 'Okay, okay! And it’s Ministry, not Minsty. But no other chores, young lady. You can help once you have finished your school work. Now run along to the windmill. You too, Mrs Tiffin. I’ll send one of the maids over with the drinks.’