Creative Writing: Amelia's Haunted House

Savannah is a 17 year old girl that lives on a farm in Aylett, Virginia with her 38 year old father named Robert. On the summer of 1968 Savannah was outside in the pasture of her farm near the cows and pigs. She was doing her chores, by feeding them and giving them water. In the meantime she noticed an old, seemingly abandoned house. After she fed the animals she head back inside for supper.

I gulped nervously, and jumped into the kitchen, with my eyes shut. I opened them nervously. “Huh? “ I said, relieved. “ W-What is it?” Scarlett said nervously from behind the counter.

I had just got a call from the school saying that my daughter Bailey had passed out in Algebra class. The office lady said that they were sending her to the hospital right now.

“I can’t wait for the haunted house adventure in the old mansion near 13 main street!” said Sadie. “I bet it's going to be fun,” said Carter “ But good thing we found this old cabin to stay in while we wait for the rain storm to pass,” said Amos. “I wonder who lives here and why does it smell like dead meat.” voiced Carter. “Who cares who about I just want to know what the owner going to think when he sees three teenagers in his

I rolled over in the mountain of duvet covers to the sound of Dakota giggling. I smiled as I raised my arm to feel for my husband’s hand but all I felt was Bean’s fury leg. I thought about how the children, Lena and Dakota, would react to their Christmas gifts this morning as I jumped out from under the heating blanket. As I rose from my slumber, I could feel my muscles loses their strength. I dismissed what I had observed because today was special, it was Christmas.

As he stared down the dark, winding streets of London it was evident that he was in pain beyond imagination. His eyes were evidently engorged and it could be seen through the purple clouds around his eyes that he was close to losing all control of his senses. Blood was seeping from the deep hole in the upper right corner of his left shoulder, every sluggish step he took forward sent a searing pain through his nerves all the way to the wound, leaving no chance for the blood loss to halt. The cold rain was falling gently onto the gloomy road surrounding him but it bothered him not, the dangerously dark setting in fact paid tribute to his murky charisma. His head hung, long grimy hair falling over his eyes as he looked straight down at the aged

This is Granny Phin’s house. This is the where the annual family reunion takes place. There are three tints set up out here. One is for the food. This is the most important one. You will notice how a lot of people sit around this tint. They want to be the first to get food. Don’t be one of those people. The other two tents are for shade. There’s a bathroom inside the house. Only one. It’s almost impossible to get to. I hope you used the restroom before you came. There’s cornhole over there, a blow up house past that, and horseshoe on the other side of the yard. If you like dealing with competitive old men, get in on a game of horseshoe. You won’t be let down.

An ancient, foreboding castle was perched atop tall cliffs, fused into the mossy stone as if a giant skeletal hand had sunk its claws into the hard rock. In the evening, its moonlit features looked elegant if eerie, its architecture resembling an unholy union between medieval castle and Gothic cathedral. This was the ancestral home of the Valteele family. A family whose past was as shadowy as their abode; rumors of their occult activities had been spreading like wildfire in the nearby, small town of Sleepywood. The town's inhabitants feared that the place had fallen under the sway of an evil demon lord. The winding path leading to the castle was now being avoided by most travelers. Everything seemed peaceful, though... only the sound of waves

“Fez’s are cool” Piper finished. The three of us burst out laughing. ( I love doctor who!)

We needed to get ready, put on our dresses and doing our makeup. We all traded dresses, Mckenzie and Isabel pulling on my matching floral dresses; Mac’s was blue with purple flowers, Isabel’s orange with pink flowers. The dresses flowed perfectly on their thin bodies, reminding me of colorful butterflies, twirling around with skirts like wings. I slipped on a soft dress that was the color of the night sky, my hair cascading down my back, and glancing over at Elise looking like an angel in a white

Rhonda runs several blocks into the city and weaves into side streets in case people start looking for her. Finally, a few blocks in, she leans against a wall off to the side of the road and catches her breath. While she stands there in the middle of the town, people mill and buzz around her, not paying attention to her specifically but just going about their daily routines. She stands up again though and reaches out tentatively to ask someone for help.

Rumors of ghosts filled the ears of the local high school, the decrepit warehouse was the most recent ‘haunted’ place. Xiomara scoffed at the thought of the dead lingering in such a run down building. Many of their other students urged them to believe, in fear of the repercussions of the seemingly rash actions Xio may go to in order to prove their point. That is one of the reasons why they found themself staring at the open window into the warehouse. Another was that Xiomara had to prove themself to the ‘native’ white people.

“I’m pretty sure he’s downstairs, by the air hockey table, maybe, I don’t know, that could have been someone else, it’s dark down there.” Drake was slurring his words slightly with a drunk smile on his face. He was obviously trying to hand the other beer to Angela who was pretending not to notice as she glanced around the room. A couple of people had attempted to wave her over but she had quickly averted her gaze, instead feigning a fake fascination with the glow stick she had picked up. Mary took the other beer from his hand.

As I walked to Lexi’s house I took a shortcut through the woods which led right behind her house, I approached a fallen tree and I tried to jump over it but I clipped my feet on the top of it and tumbled over to the other side. I scraped my knee on the side of the tree trunk and my knee started to bleed. I sat up on held my knee and let out a groan. “Smooth move Bailey” I said to myself. My knee looked worse than it actually was. I stood up and put my hand on the log. I waited for a moment then took my hand off the log and started to walk forward. I stumbled a little bit and had to limp because my knee hurt so bad. I continued on my journey towards lexi’s house. It took me a little longer than I hoped for but I got there. I walked towards the front of the house and up the stairs leading to her front door. I raised my hand up to the doorbell but the door opened just before I rang it. Lexi was there.

The lingering light is obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky is transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfs the Gallipoli Peninsula. Vivian looks into the sky to spy the southern cross but a canopy of unfamiliar luminous stars materialize amongst the ocean of blackness. All are dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there is an adequate amount to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The ocean glistens, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of the celestial heavens above and luminescence from the dying light of cabin lanterns. The faint wind brushes against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shatters the reflection of his face.