Descriptive Essay On A Cold House

I decided to walk up to the house on the hill, where Nancy stays. I walked up the stairs, holding tightly to the railing as the ground was awful slippery. I finally reached the top and noticed the light from the attic room turn on. When I walked to the door, I noticed it was slightly open. For fear that something might have happened to Nancy, I walked inside. I could hear muffled laughter of a woman from upstairs. The floors creaked as I walked toward the stairs. The lights were dimly lit and every once in a while, they would flicker. "Nancy?" I called out as I placed my foot on the first step. The muffled laughter

My mother was out of town, so I knew it was not her. I grew afraid of the strange woman in my house, the maroon-colored walls in my bedroom was giving me an ominous feeling, making my room look stained with blood. I went quietly out of my door and down the hallway, knowing that they were arguing in the kitchen by the volume of their voices. I paused in the middle of the hall, unsure whether to continue or to go back to my bedroom. I only decided on the former after I heard a muffled shout and the woman’s voice laughing. This decision was the biggest mistake of my life.

On one of those nights, when I drifted off into a nightmare, I found myself alone in a silent town that looked to be abandoned. The walls of the buildings, as well as the sidewalks had writing on them. Words such as "Mr. Piggyton" and "Play!" were drawn on with chalk. There were also random names written as well. The most troubling was the large drawing of Mr. Piggyton that was drawn on the walls of an abandoned candy store. Below that, "Let's all have some fun!" was written.

I would stay alert all night sometimes. Every gust of wind or howl of our neighborhood dogs would send shivers through my spine. Throughout the nights I could hear whispers. I could never make out words except for this night. (I was half asleep when) I heard it say “Let me out” I opened my eyes and I was in front of the basement door. BANG. “LET ME OUT!” I got up and ran to my room locking the door behind me. I was breathing heavy by the time I got to my room. Looking at my hands, I realized they were covered in salt. There had been salt surrounding the door to the basement.(I had never realized that there was salt that surrounded the door.)After that The month slowly passed by without even a sound from her. People prepared for upcoming Halloween. Pumpkins were carved and set out in the front of people’s houses as people prepared for this week, Halloween. A loud bang i heard chains fall against the stairs along with soft foot steps ( I brought a flashlight to talk to her then her I could see her cold black eye through the

I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of

John pulled up to the rocky crooked edged driveway, he left his family in the car to check the house out. He came to an old brick mansion with green dull vines like sinister snakes along the sides of the outside wall. John saw the door open automatically, his bones were rattling in his body as if they were shouting to each other. He walked up the stairs that lead in the house as they screamed to him, it was like a girl dyeing painfully. He stepped in the house cautiously. A laugh appeared in the hallway. It was a deep laugh as if it was echoing throughout your ears. Footsteps came towards him slowly. They were moving so quickly you could barely here the floorboards creaking. The sound of the footsteps hauling though the house made john scared.

“Our only way out of this place is your bedroom window! Come on!” I didn’t need any convincing, I just ran towards the window and violently flung it open. The night air didn’t seem to comfort me like it usually did. I looked down, thinking that we were lucky to be living on the ground level. I hopped out as my brother cautiously left the room, making sure to hold tight to my mum. As we ran towards the neighboring houses, I heard a few masculine yells coming from my bedroom. Millions of the thought raced through my head, I was ready to block them. Panic is not an option now. A moment later, my older brother gestured for me to run towards the house that opposed our small building. While I made my way through the streets, I noticed that some people had left the safety of their homes and were watching the incident in fright. I was glad and relived to see people on their phones. Hopefully calling

The snow had finally began to fall in our quaint little neighborhood, I could see my own breath each time I exhaled. I would spend most of the winter days playing in the snow with my friends. During the winter, each day was routine for the most part: wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast and stroll around the neighborhood. Although, during my walks, I would get a cold glare from my neighbor, Mr. Hansen, every time I passed his house. His face was wrinkled, and his hair was grey and withered like a decayed flower. He looked shocked each time I saw him, as if I had done something terrible to him. To my recollection, I had never even uttered a word to him before. Perhaps his old age was the cause of his scornful glares. In fact, he would look at everyone the same way. Some of the local women would try to greet him with a smile, but he would just remain silent on his porch sitting in his eroded old rocking chair. The whole neighborhood judged him for his distasteful expression. Rumors about Mr. Hansen being some kind of lunatic began spreading amongst the neighborhood kids. I remember I would get chills down my back each time I imagined the look on his face. He was a phantom, haunting the neighborhood with his unsettling aura.

As the sun descended the sky and the moon quickly began to rise, a cold wind ran through the autumn air, rustling the turning leaves. In front of me lies a crumbling graveyard with headstones covered in green moss and overgrown grass all around. On occasion the grass would rustle from an animal's sudden movement. This place has a eerie feeling, one that could never leave me, no matter how long I've been here. The dark sky makes it difficult to walk through the maze of headstones. I let my hand brush against the rough texture of the headstones. I look around the landscape that surrounds me, and my eyes landed on a pair of luminous green eyes, making me jump. I lick my lips and despite the cold air, I can taste the saltiness of sweat. I want

The rusty gates into the graveyard were locked so I hopped the fence and kept walking home. The graveyard was so spooky. There were big spider webs everywhere that seemed to glisten in the dark. Bats were flying around, and the bushes kept rattling. I kept walking even though I am afraid of spiders and bats. About halfway through I saw a white van pull into the graveyard. Three tall men with black masks on jumped out, started talking, then started digging fast. I wanted to know what they were digging for so I got a little closer and watched. I was crouched behind a tombstone about 10 yards from where they were digging. They couldn’t see me because it was dark. They stopped digging and I could feel

One day a man named Jerry was neatly organizing his and his wife Diane’s bedroom. Hours later as Jerry was cleaning the room he heard an unusually loud noise which frightened him. Minutes after he heard the noise he heard it again and again but each time he heard it, it came from a different direction. First it was the window, then the roof, and finally from the lower area of the house. After the sound stopped Jerry proceeded to the last known direction of the noise which was in the downstairs area of his home. He slowly crept down the dimly lit stairway which was spotted with ceramic masks that let off an eerie feeling as they were passed facing whoever would walk down the stairway. This made Jerry feel very uneasy. On the way down he passed many

There's this house around the corner from where I live It's a two story house that looks like it's been there for a hundred years not to mention it is creepy really creepy if you want my advice I would never ever walk by that house at night or even dare to go inside. There is a legend that a family used to live there the Williams and one dark and rainy night daughter Janice Williams was listening to music her brother Carter Williams was in his room reading comics and the parents were asleep. Later that night Janice and Carter heard a knock on the door so they went down to see who it was but when they look there was no one there so they went back upstairs but when the next day came they were all dead i wont say the gory details but ill just

A woman, 60 years old probably, grey hair and a face marked by the survive of life, was sitting in front of her house and invited us to go inside. Looking from outside, the house seemed a doll’s house, small. I am 5,25ft tall, but when I entered on her house I felt claustrophobic due the littleness of the room. Inside was dark, no windows and even that was summer time I felt cold. The walls were a mix of bricks, plywood and cardboard and the ground floor, uneven. The house smelled like food and as I entered more in the room I saw a small stove on the back wall. She told me that she lived there with her daughter and 3 grandchildren. I had to control my tears in front of her because I couldn’t imagine how it is leave in such precarious house and after that weekend, I went home more grateful and thankful for everything that I

As we climbed the stairs I thought I heard a sound, but I thought it as a rat, (oh boy was I wrong, but we’ll get to that in a second). I asked her why the house was so derelict. She told me that this was her grandfather 's house, and that it had been abandoned for years. “Well then why did you tell me to come here, if you don 't live here?” I asked her. “Well because-,” she started to answer but was cut off, because at that moment we opened the bedroom door, and inside there were men, before I could do anything they had tackled me, then everything went black.

I don’t know why I agreed to go to a haunted house. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea for my first haunted house to be the one given the title of world’s longest haunted house by Guinness World Records. I’m a coward, I get scared very easily but yet I agreed to go. Little did I know what was to come. As soon as the clock hits seven o'clock  my dad and I go pick up my cousin Sara so we can head to my doom, Dragon’s House of Horror. As Sara gets in the car and fastens her seatbelt my dad asks, “Are you guys ready for the haunted house?!” my cousin responds, “Yeah” not much enthusiasm shown in her face of stone unlike mine which is ridden with fear. I respond with a squeaky voice, “Of course, I was born ready.” Both of them laugh, my face gives my true emotions away. I’m a mouse on an open field being circled by hawks, I feel vulnerable. There isn’t much talking as we head to the haunted house as we all try to convince ourselves that nothing bad will happen, and that we made a good decision. The thoughts going through my head are, “it’ll be a good experience to tell later”, “it’ll be fine, how bad can it be?”, “You’re going to be alright no need to back out now”. I don’t know what my cousin and dad were thinking but I’d like to think it was similar to what I was thinking. By the time we get to expo gate number eight the sun has already said goodbye and the moon has risen. Everything about the place already seems spooky, the entrance is dimly lit and the only words