Chapter 1 Short Story

They were to ignore him when acted out or became disruptive and praise him when he behaved in an acceptable manner. In a sense, this made every one of the kids in his class one of Sean’s teachers. They were forced to accept that Sean could get away with doing things that would have landed them in the principal’s office. Kathy would have to spend significant amounts of extra time working with Sean when teaching him how to do something the other children had learned in five minutes two weeks ago. The academic gap between Sean and the rest of his classmates continued to widen as the school year continued.

Lana Hawkins again voiced her opposition to “the big, red box.” (While shipping containers are boxlike, the Mosses had theirs covered with vinyl siding to match their house.) She added the Mosses should have gone through the proper process before bringing the container in.

They went up in the attic to find a strange looking box with the phrase the demon's game also known as Ouija board. Since they had nothing to do

house just sits there awaiting for the “owners/humans” to return, but they never do. The setting

“Honestly that look likes a haunted house because it seems as if there is no one living in it.” I say trying to contemplate what the house is and it's awful smell of fear.

Yes. There’s that, but-” she opened the first box and pulled out a gorgeous dress and corset. The skirt fell long in the back, only to shorten slightly in the front. It was a dusty green, lined with brown and full enough to use as a pillow. Vivienne held it up against her body and twirled, “-you can’t tell me it wasn’t worth the wait. And there’s more!” The two of them dug through the boxes, pulling out a pair of tall boots and patterned stockings, along with an assortment of gadgets and trinkets.

I’m trying to raise a child here, Boy Willie. She doesn’t need anyone like you coming in here stirring up trouble! BOY WILLIE: Sure, sure, whatever you say just hurry up and let’s go! (The three of them walk down the stairs to the area where the piano had been.

Of course I was the only teacher that was in the building at this time. “Who else would be here on a Friday afternoon?” I thought to myself. Upon entering the room there was an eerie sense that ran through my skin. It felt as though I was not alone in the room, so I toured the entire classroom looking for clues. When I approached my co-worker’s desk, I noticed a package lying beside it. Far from a normal package, this was some type of metal box with rounded edges and a circular bulge protruding from the center on all six sides.“Maybe this fell off of the desk, I guess that concludes what the noise come from.” Something seemed off to me about this particular package though, almost like it was out of place. I misjudged the weight of this box as I picked it up, as it was a rather large box. However, the object inside the box was as light as a feather. “Now, how do I plan to open this box,” I said aloud, knowing but still unsure that someone was not in the room alongside me. The box suddenly opened as I was feeling around on it, and the metal seemed to fold out into one flat sheet. On this sheet was a pencil, not an average pencil as a mind would imagine, but a pencil. It was white, with blue lines seemingly flowing through it changing patterns every so often. I noticed a sheet of paper under this pencil, and what was written on it was astonishing to me. “What seems to be unreal to you is clear to me. Your mind is frantic, As anyone’s mind should be. Go ahead, pick it up. It will lead you to generations far ahead of your present day. But you must figure out how it works, or the secret this item contains will be concealed for eternity.” Those words played in my mind over and over until finally I decided it was time to leave. Only now the metal sheet the pencil and note were on had disappeared. Allowing little time for thinking, I grabbed my things from my

“Nope.” He said as he handed us a square box covered in yellow birthday paper. I alleged, “Why are we opening a present? It’s not Christmas or our birthdays.” Then, Jasmine tears open the parcel and there was a bright red bucket and two floaties with the colors of beach balls. As we were surrounded by family, the excitement rose as our mom handed us a flimsy book with a mysteries piece of white printer paper.

“Whoa, what is that?” questioned Kate. There was a big brown box in front of Delaney’s locker.

Later in the story, the forceful wind blows down a tree which then lands in the kitchen of the house. The house had left cleaning solvents on the stove which shattered from the impact of the tree. The house, consumed by large flames, tries to save itself, but fails. As the sun rises the next morning what is left of this technologically advanced house, begins its daily routine again. “Within a wall, a last voice said, over and over again and again… Today is August 5, 2026, today is August 5, 2026, today is…” (327) Even on its last leg, the house is not capable of seeing what is happening around

This raises some concern from the school because Lucy was beginning to act like she did not know certain material. One day at Lucy’s birthday party Child services show up and take Lucy out of Sam’s care because they felt

letter inside. Clary opened it up because she is just curious like that. The letter was a love letter

The children perceive George and Lydia as giving up their parental responsibility. Since George and Lydia bought the technologically advanced home, Peter and Wendy have been raised by the nursery. Their mother thought Peter and Wendy have been playing too much in the Veldt. The parents became suspicious when they sensed the reality of the “heat”, the “vultures” and the “screams” in the playroom. George and Lydia decide the time has come for the nursery to be shut down a few days. When George’s commands were refused by the technology in the playroom, he decided to close the nursery forever.

but maybe it was the old mansion moaning out how ancient it was. Their fear took the better of them, that they could not even check what it was, leaving them with no house. This relates to my question earlier, with you being home alone, suddenly hear something, and thinking it is an intruder . In both of these situations the person thought someone was in their house when