Deranged Lunatic Narrative

    At 5:58 am my alarm went off like every teenager i hit the amazing snooze button. Wow i love that button. As the next nine minutes went by i just layed in bed thinking that it's friday and that the day is going to be great,but it's not.  As i get up to get things taken care of i started not feeling good. By 6:40 am i was walking to my bus stop. As i was walking on my dark road i notice that the bushes are moving and that there is a noise from an animal. I was thinking that it's just my imagination but it wasn't sadly. I can't go back home because i can't get a ride to school because my parent wasn't able to so i had to walk by this moving bush that's making noises (scary noises). As i pasted this bush i was thinking that it's

Once the mask was removed, their journey to see what was underneath it was not what they had expected to see. Instead of being happy by their accomplishment they were instead beginning to feel sick.

My imagination took over my sense of reason because I thought someone was outside as i was home alone but in reality it was my little sister outside knocking. It was on Friday night all of my family went to my aunt’s house around 7pm. I was doing my homework in the living room and the only noise that was in the house my music but it was very low and i was finishing up my homework i kept hearing banging noises. At this point my

It was my birthday; the sun was scorching hot and there was a cool breeze that kept blowing every few minutes. My friend called me to wish would be the best and told me that we should go fishing and I agreed. Upon our arrival to our usual spot, we notice that there was no one else there, which we liked that. We all spread out and began to cast out. Not long after we had gotten there a man came walking down the hill with a large cooler and a small grill on the cooler, behind him a woman followed and a kid as well. They placed their belonging down and all started to head to the river. After a while, I could tell two shadows walking away from the river. I didn’t turn around as I was focused on what I was doing.

One night as I was walking back home from work, I heard a scream coming from a nearby house. I did not pay much attention to it until, I started to hear it more often. I was curious about what was going on inside the house, so I approached the house where the scream was coming from. I looked

I was about to turn around to face the familiarity of the voice when I hear a deafening explosion to my right. I did what anyone would under the circumstances. I cowered beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the flames.

As I stepped outside, the cold suddenly rushed to me, wrapping me inside of it. The leaves rustled by on the garden path. My first thought was to go back inside, but I decided to be that wonderful father, and make sure that everything is ok. So I kept walking forward, being careful not to trip on the dark, bumpy dirt path. Then I heard the noise again, a faint vooing, like voo voo voo getting louder and softer. I followed the sound, and then all of a sudden, it stopped. I listened really hard, but i couldn’t hear anything anymore. My conscious said to just go back, but my body took another step forward, for what reason, I have no idea. Then my body felt like it was being stretched apart and all i could hear was VOO VOO

It was just a normal day like any other I was walking down my street and a group of us wanted to go camping, we got all our gear ready and went on, the first night was a little spooky, we were hearing strange sounds in the bushes near our campsite. In the morning we went to go see what was in the bushes nothing but unknown footprints.We were all debating on what the creature was, so the second night came by and then we heard the noise again all but Dave went outside the tents to see what was making that sound, we started shining flashlights until we heard a fast running sound away, all of were spooked out, in the morning we found out that Dave was not in his tent, we all thought he went to the bathroom but for a couple hours he still was not back.(153)

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

Masks were one of Native American’s earliest creations that served as a source for anonymity. Primal instincts were exposed as though the individual was part of an outer world where he could reveal the likeness of an animal. Anonymity is a quality that individuals, while remaining unknown, protect when they freely express their initial thoughts and actions. In William Golding’s 1954 book Lord of the Flies, a young group of British schoolboys struggles to receive immediate rescue from a tropical island. Character Jack Merridew, who is the leader of a boys’ choir, devotes his time to hunt pigs during their stay at the island, yet he constantly disguises himself with a war paint mask when he hunts to overcome the self-consciousness of killing

In We Wear the Mask, the author’s purpose is to push the reader to feel something about the way things were in his perspective.

It was early one sunny saturday, usually when I wake up. It was very windy. The trees were shaking back and forth. The sun was so dimm it did not light up the sky at all.Somewhere behind us was cars in the background for a long time, and itdidn't stop. I could hear them from under my fuzzy blanket. And then a coyote joined in. They sang out cars, and coyotes for a long time. Then their sounds faded away like a quiet dream.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

Lying in bed in the middle of the night while sleep eludes me, a noise breaks through the silence. Oh my God! What was that!? Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was just the house settling. There it is again! I must be hearing things. I get cold and my body starts to shiver uncontrollably. I peek to where the sound comes from and I could swear I see something through the dark room; it appears even darker than the surrounding area. Oh my! I think it just moved. My breathing becomes labored and I pull the covers over my head, trying to calm myself down while making my brain work through what just happened. Was I dreaming? Or did I just see a ghost?