Research Paper On Jason's Secret Plan

I stood in the big pale yellow house that was owned by my mother and my over-cranky step-father. It was a really ancient house even though it wasn’t built to long ago. The strawberry-milk colored shutters were creaky when opened, the paint on the outer part of the mansion like structure was peeling rapidly by the day. The indoor part of the house was the most beautiful, starting off with a BIG parlor, that extended into a long hallway with two bedrooms and a bathroom on each side. It ended into a grand living room with white walls and black carpeting with pictures of family hogging the wall. A big flat-screen TV occupied the far-corner of the living room. At the back of the living room stood a tall marble counter with birch-wood barstools and small wooden cupboards with pots and pans stored within its dark interior. The kitchen itself has a black rug in front of a steel sink with black refrigerator in the back corner with a huge oven alongside it and a microwave installed in the wall next to the freezer. In the living room behind the couch is a staircase that leads down into what seems like eternal darkness but eventually ends into a huge man-cave with a pool table occupying the far corner of the basement. In the other end of the room lies a room with a big beige sofa which is very old, with fluff and

“Hey” I yelled, running up to my friends. “Oh hello” my friends all said in unison. My friends consisted of Mary,riley,and Samantha we had all been friends for a while now and got along pretty well. “ So are you guys ready to go to the haunted house yet?” “No but I probably never will be so I guess I am” riley said a little too loudly. “Okay then let's go” Mary said with enthusiasm. So we went off walking towards the haunted house. We blended in pretty well with all the children trick-or-treating because we had all dressed up even though none of us were trick-or-treating. I was wearing a costume that made me look like a demon. Sam was a ballerina, mary was a unicorn, riley was an elf, but the type from lord of the rings.

People see me as a old, nice, playful house, but i’m as mean and haunted as can be. I have nosey neighbors across the street. I believe they, think they see me move and blink. Which I do cause i’m a haunted house, but I don’t do it in front of them. I like to stay looking nice, so when people on halloween day teepe me and throw thing on my yard I get so upset that I kill them. You ask how, I’m just like a human. The house is my face, the windows are my eyes, the door is my mouth, and the red long rug is my tongue. I would scope the person up with my tongue and leave them in the basement with nothing to die. So when those little nosey people first step on my land there are gone. GoodBye. When everyone starts going missing they won’t ever think

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

It was a sunny morning the streets were honking filled with cars. I called my friend over so we could play baseball. Ethan had told me that there was a haunted house on Halloween that was the scariest in town. I was never a big fan of Halloween all the costumes, people coming to your house that's weird. And plus this haunted house we are supposed to go to is right by the woods. “Ethan I don't think i'm going to that place it's right by the woods”. Ethan was looking at me like I was crazy, “ ARE YOU NUTS! We are going no matter what and we are going to bring James as well”.

I wasn’t allowed to do this, but I couldn’t resist. It was a broken down old house in the street behind ours. It is a house with the yellow paint peeling off to show the hundred-year-old red wood that was used to build it underneath. The paint was fading away as rain eroded the house. No one knew if there was someone living in there. It was practically yelling at me, “JAMES, COME IN HERE! I AWAIT YOUR PRESENCE!”

While living at my grandparents I had a few close friends. My best friend even lived right down the street from my grandparent’s house in a motel that her father owned. As I drive down that same exact street I no longer see the flashing open sign that was once lit. It looks like an abandoned, haunted building. I pull into the drive way and notice something strange. It’s very noticeable but strange at the same time. Not only is the house painted a more white color other than the old blueish one, there is a four-teen foot garage staring me right in the face. I get out of my car and soon realize the front door has moved. Where it once was

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

I got out to look around, leaving my sleeping friends in the car. I only could see as far as the headlights lit up the forest. In the far distance I could see a very faint lights flickering. I walked towards them hoping there would be people who might have gas or be able to help us. I soon could see it was a house. A tall, two story, abandoned looking house. As I got closer, the more scared I became. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and got butterflies in my stomach. I didn't know why this was happening but I knew we needed help so I kept walking towards the house, like it was calling me.

Being stuck in a hospital is bad enough, but when your the head other the hospital and are being followed by ghosts it turns to a new level of bad. Ebenezer Scrooge was one of the most cold hearted man in St. Mary’s hospital. Scrooge was like a rock, never letting anyone in or talking about his feelings. Always pushing down people’s insecurities, and making them feel like the lowest on the Earth. Scrooge had already been visited by the ghost of Christmas past, he knew the next ghost can appear out of nowhere.

On Halloween Day, Mia and her friends went trick-or-treating around her neighborhood. Mia was dressed as a bumblebee and her friends were ladybugs and butterflies. As they went around the neighborhood, Mia said “There is always this one house that I think is haunted. I have always wanted to check it out, but my mom said no… would you guys want to?” Her friends said yes, so they went to the house and climbed the creaking front porch steps. As they were approaching the house, they saw that there were broken/shattered windows, some shingles on the roof were gone, and part of the front door was gone. Mia got chills all up and down my spine as if there were little needles poking her when she went to reach for the doorbell of the house. All of a sudden, Mia hears mice squeaking through the house as she rings the doorbell and a bird suddenly flies out of one of the windows. No one answers them so Mia says “Looks like there isn’t anyone home… should we just go in?” Mia’s friend, Maddie, says “Are you crazy? This place is like haunted!” Her other friend, Alyssa, says “It’s probably fine, let’s check it out guys!” When they get inside, all they see is the lots and lots of furniture covered in white/cream colored sheets, tons of dust, and some dirt. When Alyssa uncovered one of the pieces of furniture sitting by the door, there was some kind of red drops on it and it looked to be fairly new. “I don’t like the look of these drops on the couch… can we go?” Maddie replies, “You’re fine,

“Life is not measured by how many breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breathe away.” - Dr. Maya Angelou. To others this quote may spark an image of a serene beach overlooking a breathtaking sunset, but to me, this quote entails my fond memories of going to a haunted mansion and school field trip off to the wilderness.

This haunted house was no ordinary old unattended creepy house. It was the most terrifying house, mostly because it was in the middle of Dark Greenwood forest and even at daylight the trees blocked out the sunlight therefore it was always dark. The house had been a town legend since 1950, Mother’s and grandmother’s used to scare their children into behaving good and being home before the streetlights glowed. According to the legend, this house was haunted because even in a famous and wealthy family not everyone is always happy. In this family the girl, Caroline was the miserable one, up to this day she didn’t know that she was adopted but her 14 year old brother Isaac was always telling her she was adopted and that she was unwanted by her old family she usually ignored him but she wasn’t pleased. It hurt her that her brother didn’t like her like he like her younger brother Michael. One day when Caroline was with her friends, Isaac told them that she was adopted just for his amusement, she felt so embarrassed so mad and sad all at the same time but she clarified to her friends that he was just joking but it just wasn’t the same. She felt more bullied at home by her brother than at school her anger built over the years but she kept it to herself One sunny day back to when this house wasn’t in the in the center of a dark and frightening forest, Caroline came home, she slammed the door she was mad because of a problem she had at school, Her mom Sofia and her father Daniel, both

On October 14, 2016 Tara,Briyana,and I scrambled into the car getting ready for one of the most scariest moments of our lives. All of our hearts we pounding out of our chests.We were getting ready to go the the 13th Floor Haunted house attraction. It was a big deal for Tara and Bri but for me it wasn’t as a big deal because this was my second time going. The first time I went i went with a really close friend of mine and we both chickened out, but this time I was going to make it count. We were so excited earlier in the day we couldn't stop thinking about the haunted house we were all nervous of course but be were super excited.

Everybody knows that if you want to bump into ghosts then it’s a good idea to go to a very haunted location or to a cemetery. Well for the non-believers all I can say is until you actually experience an encounter with spirits I can just tell you about them. New Orleans, Louisiana has a very haunted cemetery and residents, visitors and even paranormal investigators look upon this cemetery as the most haunted cemetery in the world and the number 1 haunted cemetery in the U.S. Here you’ll find the haunted grave of Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau. I would love to explore this cemetery because I have a strong sixth sense and my family all have had encounters with spirits at one time or another.