Descriptive Essay On A Haunted House

The street I live on has a lot of houses on it, and mine just happens to be one of them. Each house has its own driveway each one unique in its own way. Most of them are paved driveways, but mine happens to be made from hard pack. I can picture the driveway when it was built, still in the same place and still being made of rocks.

I’m just getting in the door, and I say to myself “oh course it has to be a two story house.” As I walk into the house I get shivers up my spine, and I know something is in the house I just don’t know what. As me being the curious one I know I have to keep going, and there I was standing in the doorway of a “haunted house.” I looked all through the living room, but I didn’t see anything. I was as scared as a jack-rabbit that had heard the howl of a wolf. I was just about to step on the first step, but I heard something run right past me. I turned around quicker than the speed of light, but then again nothing was there. I walked all the way up the stairs, and I started looking in the rooms. In the last room I checked I saw something crouched down in the corner.

It was a warm fall night Grace, Hannan, Jack, and I planned to trick or treat together. “Hey we should go on my street,” said Grace. Hannan and I cheered in agreement. Jack left a joined his friends. We walked to Grace’s street. As we arrived on the dark street we shivered in fear. “I think we should go back,” Bella said. “Well, you can go back,” Grace said. Bella turned back. We kept walking we finally reached Grace’s house. We went to the house at the end of the street. All the lights were off we rang the doorbell. A zombie came to the door. “Here’s some candy.” An old lady with dark under her eyes and all black clothes said as she threw candy at us.“It’s is really dark.” Hannan said. It was a long walk back. “ We should take the path,”

Lucas O’Malley, or Luke for short, was a typical middle school boy. He received fairly good grades, and was an adequate athlete, but he didn’t like the school he went to. Something about that dilapidated building was…off. His best friend was a tremendously shy and nervous boy named Casey. Luke knew he could become very popular, as he had many friends already. The only thing holding him back was Casey. He did not mind however, because he and Casey had been friends since they were little. Luke was Casey’s only friend, because no one else seemed to acknowledge his existence. Especially now, close to Halloween, all of Luke’s friends would talk of nothing else besides demons and spirits, the very stuff that make nightmares and leave you running

“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.

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.

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.

The night before Halloween, Hailey and Lucas went to take their dog Harley for a walk. Even though it was only 8pm, it was pitch black outside. While Hailey was scared of the dark, Lucas was not. During the walk, they came across three very scary houses, so scary even Lucas was scared! First, was an abandoned house. The windows were broken, and the door was missing, but one single light was flickering. Hailey ran scared, while Lucas was laughing. Next, they came upon a very old house. Smoke was coming from the chimney but the house looked like it hasn’t been touched in years. Suddenly, the wind blew and all the shutters blew open! Hailey screamed! Scared to continue, Hailey wanted to go home but Lucas talked

In Edgar Allan Poe’s short story “The Fall of the House of Usher,” Poe incorporates a lyric titled “The Haunted Palace,” which is about a placid kingdom that turns from a idyllic, celestial, asylum to an insidious sepulcher, home to countless cadavers. The original regent of this tremendous country, Thought, was violated and overthrown by the demons of lunacy, leading to its devastated circumstance. Poe includes this poem to compare his eerie vision of a palace to the once radiant and luminous House of Usher, through the fissures that appear within the sanities of the residents of both households. At one time, the Usher family held dominion over their estates and their minds, but now the mansion has fallen into disarray, with decaying bricks

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

Our group of six walked into Paige’s cabin on Sage Lake. The gang’s hideaway where no one we knew could find us. The cozy, encompassing location where our friendship was solidified, and we were making our second annual pilgrimage. It seemed so familiar despite us staying at it only a handful of days, less than a month, between ourselves. To be honest, thinking about it, the place is kind of small, five rooms total, and that’s stretching it since one of them is a Michigan room. Anyways, we came into the house after a day spent under the sun, tubing on the clear, cyan lake and terrorizing the shop workers at the party store - slash - restaurant - slash - putt - putt - golf place down the road. The place where the term “Bite-Sized Jesus”

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

When I walked into the haunted house to explore it. The old porch was creaking I was shaking. As I walked it the door slammed behind me. I got scared tried to open the door there was no budge. I ran to the back door of the house it was looked too there was no way I was getting out. I thought to myself “this house is haunted”.

I woke at dawn the sun early rising as me and my friend mia,and lala snuck out of our hotel room heading to one of the houses we saw as we drove around hawaii yesterday. We walked up a hill where the house sat overlooking the hawaiian beach.once we reached the top the house was there, it was small surrounded by palm trees as far as the eye can see ,it had a burned roof, broken windows, the white paint peeled off revealing red burnt brick, the lawn was burned ,but surprisingly the house was intact.”Dare you to go in.” Mia said nudging me forward “They say that this day ten years ago this place burned down with the owner’s little girl inside.They say he went back in to save her but she killed him when he did. They say if you light a match where they both died you’ll have the same faith as the father or little girl ” lala said pushing me a bit further. “Come on do you really believe that?” mia said arm crossed brow raised.”Eh, i believe anything.” lala said shrugging. I looked at the broken doorway that leads into the house, i turned back to them.”Fine but it’s gonna cost you,both of you.” mia and lala both shared the same smug grin that sent chills. “Ok. 50 dollars from both of us but you have to light the match to.” lala said as that smug grin became dark as she extended her arm, revealing the matches in her hand. I looked at the box of matches ‘’of course you bought the matches” i said taking them hesitantly. I walked towards the door paused at the entrance. I slowly walked