Haunted House Legend

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.

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.

To get to my house I had to walk through waist high water. I was looking around and saw debris floating everywhere. I saw random people’s furniture, their cushions, and every random thing I could possibly imagine. When I was walking through the water, it was disgusting. The barnyards behind my neighborhood, sewage systems, and the blocked up pipes had all risen and was in the water. It was so disgusting! I couldn’t even see my shoes once I got to my calf.

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.

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 .

It was only a couple of nights before October 31,2017 Halloween. There was a haunted house that Xavier was helping set up. He loved Halloween because of all the candy. Xavier is 17 years old. Xavier was buying more stuff to put into the haunted house. He went to the haunted house to set up. It was finally the night October 31,2017. Xavier was on his way to the haunted house.

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

The house that I’ve grew up in is very unique, my parents built it by hand, no help from anyone besides some family and friends. My dad and his ex wife started building it before they got divorced, and there was only 2 floors because then it was only a home for a family of 4. When my mom and dad got married they had to build more onto it because the family of 4 turned into a family of 6. Plus both of my parents would help anyone that needed it, and so they became foster parents. All my siblings and their children call where I live “The Farm” because our house sits on around 450 acres land, that have anywhere from horse and cows grazing in it at almost all times to baling hay during the summer months. There is always something going on at The Farm.

“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.

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.

As my feet lightly tapped and echoed against the hard, concrete floor, a foreign feeling filled every inch of my body. The wintery air felt cold, lifeless, and in all senses dead, and the high chirp of the birds above was strangely absent. And as I approached the door to my own house, I began to hesitate. Somehow, somewhere, deep within me, was a small sense of dread. Regardless of all telling me to do otherwise, I twisted the door’s knob, and swung it open with all the usual enthusiasm. I dashed forward, through into the living room’s comfort, until I saw my parents, sitting there, dull faced as I told them about my day. Something was wrong, and it was something awful.

As you pull into the driveway you see a black mailbox. You see the house is light brown starting on the right side there is a small garage door to the right of that there are three beige large garage doors. As you move to the other side you see a overhang with a tiny bell and a flag over it. Once you move over some more you see some glass four by six windows covering the rest of the front of the house.

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.