Descriptive Essay About A Old House

It was an unusual quiet evening at my favorite diner. I always loved meeting my beautiful wife here after a long day of work to get some of Chicago’s best coffee. Upon opening the front door, the welcoming smell of freshly ground coffee fills my nostrils as I take a deep breath, but at the same time, I lose my breath as I spot my stunning wife waiting for me. She was wearing a vibrant red dress, as she knows that it’s my favorite, while her hair shimmered in the light.

I turned on my flashlight, it was the first thing that came to my mind. As, the bright light flashed its way on, were the “shadow” I saw a couple seconds ago was gone, it must have gone back into the house have to check this out. I decided to go into the “Haunted Mansion”, I walked in and every step I took, the wooden floor made a loud “CREAK!!!” The lights are so dim, that you can’t see anything far away into the darkness, this was literally a maze. I walked until I noticed there was a staircase heading up to this second floor. I took a couple steps towards the stairs then All of sudden, the most creepiest sound in history of sounds filled my ears, it was the sound of tiny footsteps of children running around… I took one step onto the stairs and it made a huge noise. Then the running noise stopped. I listen, my heart stopped……

It was a dark night and I was watching a movie called “Jason”. I’d just moved into my new apartment. As I pondered off to wonder why my landlord told me not open the door that's right by my front door. Which was really weird. As I walked by the door to leave my house I get Mesmerized to the door. I stop myself to not open the door. Everyday I walk past the door I get an ghostly feel. So I know something is wrong. I think to myself “I should go to the landlord’s office”. As I lay down to go to bed I feel that someone is watching me. As I turn to the left of me, I see a huge shadow. Like if it’s an Ogre following me. So I ran to my room and locked the door just to know I was safe.

A group of friends walked up to an old, seemingly abandoned house. They couldn’t see inside because of the dirt and cobwebs on the windows. When they turned the doorknob to see if it was locked, the door creaked open as if it has been closed for years. Me and my friends , Hayden ,Annie ,Kacy , and Rush were walking up old stairs to this abandoned house . As we walk in the house the door shut Annie screamed and I told her to ,’’shut up ,’’ we all didn't think about the door closing on its on except Annie . So we keep walking around to see if there is light willed Annie keeps yapping about the door. As we were walking around to see if there was light , we did not proceed that we were in a abound house so the light will not work because no one lives here so no one could pay the bills . So we looked in Rush's bag to get the flashlights . As we walk around Kacy started to joke around like what if we die , or what if theres ghost ,or what if we get trap here , so that made Annie really scared . kacy loves to try to scarier use but it doesn't work expect Annie .

Driving to Long Prairie, on the right side of the road, up a hill with a long, paved driveway will be a house to the left. This house is two-stories with a basement. The first time I saw it, the house had a worn out, light tan vinyl siding with faded, dark red shutters from years of Minnesota weather. At the end of the driveway was a garage that resembled the houses color. To the right of the driveway was a large stone wall that was overrun with wild grape vines. In the middle of the wall was a stairway that leads to an old, rundown playhouse. Also, there was a large, gray brick shed further away. Beyond the house are the woods, littered with pine needles from the rows of trees my grandpa planted when he moved there. The whole area is surrounded by the overpowering smell of pine, and the silence the woods carries; it brings a calming, peaceful sensation to me. As the years have gone on, the house and I have aged, grown, and changed together.

It was a spooky night with the coyotes howl and the owl hooting with the flash of lighting in the sky we were lost. My friend Zack and I took a hike to see what was beyond the woods where we lived and we lost are way. You see we just moved in so we were curious to see what was there. We found a old abandoned house or was it abandoned but we needed sleep so we went near. First we thought this house looks like something out of a horror movie with old broken windows and the dark misty trees. We went up to the doors and the door slowly opened and we went in with the cold breezes coming though we both had chills. We had never been this scared before we heard bats and squeaking of the the stairs. Squeak,squeak,squeak and we paused as we say something moving in the shadows.

It was just me and Bob sitting in my house when I got a phone call. The phone call was from my friend Tyler, he wanted to know if I wanted to go explore an abandoned house down his street. So I said yes, then Bob and I got on our bikes and headed towards Tyler’s house. When we got there Tyler met us outside and then we all walked down his street. As we were walking Tyler explained to us why we were going into the house he said that the house was abandoned, that it was like a maze, and that people who went in never came out.

When I was walking home from school I saw a house. This was no ordinary house I said to my friend. He agreed because the house was so eerie. When we walked by it something moved and a box fell. When we saw that, we booked it and ran down the street to my house. When we got inside we decided to go have a look inside. When we asked my mom if we could she said NO. We were still planning on going inside anyways. So the next day we are going to go inside and stay the night there. We told my mom that I was staying the Night at Hunters house. Hunter told his Dad that he was staying the night at my house.

I turned around, looking back at my old room. The paint on the wall is peeling off, the ceiling was falling apart, and the floor was cracking open. This was the house I have been living for thirteen years, and now I need to leave. Mom and dad bought this house from an old man, then thirteen years past, this is 2004. yes, it is already 2004, how fast is it! I stood there, staring at the empty room with only a little furniture. I can’t feel home, where is my home? I don’t know this weird feeling. Happy and sad at the same time. However, if I left, is it going to be an enjoyable life, or it is going to be another way that leads me to my doom? I kept repeating in my mind.

Bright summer days usually consist of family time, going to the beach, and making lifelong memories to be forever cherished. The smell of grilled food fills the air and it is almost as if it reaches the taste buds of the hungry consumer; meanwhile, ice cold beverages are being chugged down to refresh their bodies during the sweltering heat of the afternoon. The laughter of the barefooted children, both young and old, contagiously spreads to anyone who views and hears them. Families share their love and happiness through wide-toothed grins and playful conversation. Most importantly, these places are full of happiness and effortless fun in the bright rays of sunshine. For me, these unforgettable memories were made at my grandma’s house, or rather my happy place, during the three beautiful, fun-filled months of summer.

I walk towards the mailbox of my old house. I am hit with a sense of nostalgia as I walk down our gravel driveway. The remnants of old flags had been strewn across our pathway. I had left this house because of the tornado, which didn't hit the house. This was the only luck my family has ever had. I’ve heard all of the stories about my family’s curse, and how my family owned their own island. You may think this was an awesome thing, yet it wasn’t in the least enjoyable. The nearest supermarket was five nautical miles, and not to mention a gas station and a mall would add at least forty-five minutes to my travel time. Plus, the house was the only point of interest on our island other than the density of the wildlife. My family spent a long time searching for trespassers. There was even a fence surrounding the house to prevent kids from dying from our family’s hunting trips.

According to Dictionary.com, a house is a building in which people live, but a house is not that simple. Each room in a house serves a unique purpose, and that purpose can vary from household to household. A family’s use of their home can shape personalities and form the aspirations of its members. For me, my home is a place where I have made so many memories and built strong relationships with my family.

All five of us kids stand impatiently, surrounding the dirty, white side door attached to the garage of Grandma and Grandpa Pinegar’s home in Orem, Utah. An automatic lock is screwed to the door. We all take turns punching in the code into the lock. The buttons have an orange glow to them, but is only visible in the dark. Little black numbers were once printed on the circular buttons, but have now peeled away as a result of the constant rubbing and pressing on them. The door has always been a pain to get open. The lock constantly jams itself, which requires the code to be entered multiple times. As we sit and wait for Mom to open the door, I admire the familiar place. Grandma and Grandpa’s three story house is layered in red, rough bricks. Five white columns hold up a lengthy carpeted deck, as well as the extended roof. Windows can be seen in all stories of the house, giving the house a wide open feel. The neatly cut grass, planted in the front lawn, is parted by a sidewalk that leads up to a couple of stairs and then to a dark brown door. A flagpole is surrounded by a flower bed in the front lawn. Our handprints mark the cement where the flagpole stands. Finally, Mom gets the door unlocked, it groans - sounding like an old blowhorn - as rusty gears turn inside to unfasten. Sara, my younger sister, takes hold of the scratched up metal doorknob, twists it to the side, pushes the door open, and runs in. Leading the rest of us with her.

My dream house is a giant mansion in the HollyWood hills. The outside is covered in marble walls and complex designs. As you step step up to the golden gates of the property, you are instantly greeted with the sight of a giant 50 foot building laying in front of an enormous lake. As you approach the lake, you can see as the water moves gracefully with the warm Spring wind. Once you approach the edge of the lake, if you look to the right you will see a massive field of roses and many rare flowers. If turn around and walk away from the lake and move to the left of the building you will be greeted with the sight of a giant 60 foot 200-year-old palm tree with coconuts near its top.

As I am walking home from school I take the time to look around my surroundings. Leaves a variety of reds, oranges and yellows descend from the trees and encase the ground like a blanket. The wind begins to pick up, building miniature vortexes with the leaves and dropping them off to their new locations. There is not much to Stowe, Vermont: a couple of convenience stores, a few diners scattered, parks and widely spaces houses that stretch down for a few miles. Extravagant would not be the leading word to describe this town, but I love it nonetheless.