Descriptive Essay On Abandoned House

I snapped back into reality and opened my door. I stepped out into the narrow hallway, and I rested my hand on the door knob. The door was almost closed when I had a sudden urge to sneak one last glance at my room. Not being able to let go of my room, I cracked the door open again. My eyes rested on the skeleton of the room, and I gently closed the door.

The door opened, but not with ease and when it did it made a loud creaking sound. “This was your idea Mary you go in

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.

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!”

“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.

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 grown up in is very unique, my parents built it by hand. With 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 on it at almost all times year, to baling hay during the summer months. There is always something going on at The Farm.

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.

One Saturday morning my mom woke me up earlier than usual. I remember it was a day with the perfect weather, fresh but sunny and windy. I can still feel the wind touching the back of my neck through my short hair. My parents, my brother and I got in our car, I did not even ask where we were going, I assumed we were heading grandma’s house as usual so that she can take care of us while my parents work, but this time we took a different route. We got to this strange place, so I asked, “What are we doing here?” and nobody responded. It was like a type of house, on the outside it looked like it had two stories, but when you enter, you realize that it was only one story. This place had a very high ceiling, the old paint peeled off the walls, full of bits of rotten wood. The main door was made out of old rotten and rusty aluminum. This site at first glance looked like a haunted house during Halloween, but certainly, the backyard was the darkest part; it was filled with leaves of all colors and sizes, small trees, and shrubs; it looked just like a jungle. The bathroom was separate from the building, it was a small room with a dirty, old toilet and a sink. After my brother and I, two little kids explored that creepy place, we noticed that behind us, more people were coming, we knew some of them, some not, but they brought with them buckets of paint, brushes, rollers, carpentry materials, brooms, and mops. It was then when I had to ask again "What are we doing here?" My parents

There is one thing that is common in most small, rural Southern towns; appliances on the porch. From deep-freezers to washing machines, if there’s not room in the house you can guarantee there is room on the porch and an extension cord long enough to plug it in. No one thinks it’s unusual as everyone in the neighborhood does it. That’s especially true for the humble, one-stop-light town I was brought up in. The house I lived in my entire childhood had a deep-freezer on the back porch; my second cousin, who lived next door, had a wringer washing machine on her front porch. That washing machine would lead to an incident involving a shotgun, scissors, a trip to the ER and a lifetime of jokes.

On Sindall Road, in Cheshire, Connecticut there is a blue house with white shudders, it stands partly on a hill, and was built many years ago. The living room has huge wooden beams that lay across the ceiling. The bedrooms are not big, but not small, as appropriate to the time period that the house was built. The ceilings are very low, and the stairways are very steep. The house has different pieces of furniture that are from different time periods. There is a brook running by and on the other side is a river. I saw the house for the first time after buying it. We drove up in the gravel driveway, and got out of the car, it was one day before my birthday, so I guess you could say that it was an early birthday present. The first thing I said after looking around a bit was, “I think I’ll need a GPS to find my way around this house!” My parents laughed, and I was able to find my way…eventually. As I explored I

When I was young, I would often dream of becoming a crewmate on a seaworthy vessel, battling high, intimidating and ferocious tides. Apart with having the maneuvering ability to go through tight nooks and crannies to explore uncharted waters. Part of this was due to my imagination, but a large influence was given by my house, which seemed like a fine boat itself. Surrounded by unconstructed houses which seemed like unmapped area, and numerous resemblances to pirate ships such as a flag flying off the balcony, my childhood home was the perfect place for a blooming imagination to run wild.

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

The wind softly blows leaves around the feet of campers in the cool night. Scary stories are read by the dim glow of the campfire and the shadows of the tree branches loom over like hands, threatening to reach out and grab whoever is near the forest's edge.

We creeped into the old hut because it was kind of creepy. There was lots of cobwebs and the door was very creaky. When we went in there was no lights so I got out the flashlight that we brought in case. There was an old bed that looked like it had been chewed apart, an old nightstand with a ripped up book on it, a broken light, and a creepy closet.