Descriptive Essay About Haunted House Attraction

It was the perfect night for an adventure through a haunted house. My cousins Mariah and Tyina were planning to join me on a October 31st night to remember. The first thing the three of us did was get dinner and talk about how we were kind of nervous to go and walk the haunted house. After dinner we all got in the car and drove to our destination and then we bought the tickets and were waiting to get in. We all felt as if we had butterflies in our stomachs. As we were about to walk through the door to the haunted house we were startled because of all the strange sounds that we were hearing as we walked in. Finally we were able to look around. We were not so scared until Tyina had stumbled upon a mysterious door.

It was a dark, cold Halloween night. The wind rustled the leaves, and the tree branches reached out to the street like hands towards the young trick-or-treaters. The moon put off an eerie glow, and the crisp air whistled a frightening tune. Casper street was full of young children anxious to get their savory Halloween candies, but one group of kids was more interested in a tale the older people had told them the last year. Paxton, Ryley, Deangelo, and Jake were not interested in the candy but the old house at the end of the neighborhood. They could not quite remember the details of the story but the house, and the way it was described. It was an old, black house..no exterior or interior lighting. It’s grass had not been cut, and the glass windows were shattered.

On Halloween night, Angela decides to throw a Halloween party at an abandoned funeral parlor called, "Hull House", which is believed to have been built on evil grounds. As if that wasn't creepy enough, the teens decide to up the ante by performing a seance in front of a large

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.

We finally got to the so called haunted house. It was unsettling there was just something about it that none of us could put into words. Maybe we didn’t want to know why, maybe we just wanted to act as if nothing was wrong and saying nothing made that real. The house looked as if were falling apart like it would collapse at the slightest of wind. “ So I guess we should go in then” Sam almost whispered as if she didn’t want us to hear her. “ Yes, let's go in” Mary said, but the way she said it was off setting like she had no feelings. Though honestly, I don’t think any of us wanted to go in we walked up to the door and pushed.

On August 16, 2006, at exactly 03:00, normality for Fiona Berman ceased to exist and The Richmond Haunting began.

When they walked through the doors of the haunted house in the graveyard, it had an instantly spooky aroma. The door itself was wooden and starting to rot away and fall from its hinges, although that kind of describes the whole house, falling apart. To the right there was a small staircase with ten or eleven steps leading upstairs and a doorway below them leading downstairs. There was old furniture scattered across the old house but it was all ripped up or broken. To the left of the room was a locked door that was still in perfect condition and was reinforced very well. Despite the attempts of two of the four members of their group of four teenagers, the door remained locked and closed. Going straight through the arch in front of them led to the dining room which is where the bad things began.

As the night became darker and darker I became more tired. My husband and I crawled into our tiny tent that we had gotten at Wal-Mart real quick because we didn’t have any other one. I was uncomfortable laying on the ground but it was worth it because I got to reconnect with a few of my best friends from high school.

The bustle and clamor of the markets swelled in the autumn sunshine as I wove my way through the tight pack of people, clutching my bag of overpriced groceries to my chest like precious cargo. Sellers yelled out prices and the strains of a street performer’s guitar drifted from down the busy street.

As the four boys started to trickle into the house they could all sense and uneasy feeling; however, they ignored it and kept going deeper and deeper into the house. In the process of walking into the spooky home, they started to notice that they have been walking for a really long time. “Guys we have been walking into this house for ten minutes, don’t you think we should turn around, something about this house just doesn’t feel right.” Phil says panicky.

While we was watching him get electrocuted. Someone was standing behind us the entire time we was in the room. It was a big clown. We all turned around and saw the big clown. We all rushed out the room and got out. We was running as fast as we can.

Eerie shadows started appearing behind all objects, and rambunctious kids followed by paranoid parents occupied the sidewalks. Jordyn and her friends decided not to trick or treat this year seeming to be too old for the dressing up and running from house to house with a suitcase dreaded to be carried. Instead the group of girls decided to watch scary movies to set the Halloween mood. Each house’s porch along the way had been lit by jack-o-lanterns and the seasonal mums of fall colors. Smells of bonfires and leaves enlightened Jordyn’s nose along with lavender, having been the smell of shampoo used to wash her hair that was so intrigued with her face. “Only a little more way to go,” she thought to herself pulling her coat closer to her body as the breeze picked up. She looked up from the uneven sidewalks, swiping away the hair that had begun to annoy her, spotting a miniature Winnie the pooh stumbling down the path quite a bit ahead of her. “How cute,” she spoke quietly. She glanced more closely and realized something strange, there was no one else around the child. The last group of trick or treaters and their parents had passed no less than five minutes ago. The only houses ahead lead to a main road

The house didn’t even look that creepy it just looked like an ordinary house. But the thing that looked the creepiest was the dead end street they lived on it was all wooded and looked like a scene off a scary movie it was pitch black and you could hear all sorts of noises coming from the woods. My mom’s friend’s house was one of the last houses on the dead end street. There’s and the one across the street. Then the rest of the street was left and all the woods. It was scary I helped unload the car and ran inside. My cousin was trying to be all tough and not act scared. So we went

High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense haunted house he didn’t dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor, with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was gold, and he had

The two short stories A Pair of Tickets by Amy Tan and The Haunted House by Virginia Wolf are both deep with emotion and feeling a place of their past to celebrate their life revealing memories of the days gone by. The feeling of love is presented in two different fashions with similarities and differences first through Amy Tan’s story of a living family in search for her sister and seeing family after numerous years. The author, Virginia Wolf who tells the story of a couple who are ghosts and return to their house they once lived looking for a treasure. Insight to love in both stories foreshadowing, figurative language, and flashbacks allow the reader to understand the search for love, the fulfillment of memories and whom they love.