Descriptive Essay On Halliehurst Mansion

So after turning Halliehurst into several different things, they used Graceland as a place to turn the clock back and show that history was a main value here at Davis and Elkins. Unfortunately they couldn’t hold all of the original history so the college had to go with faux items to show what it would’ve been like back in those days. As time progressed forward for those at Graceland time stood still in a time in the early 1900s. The college tries hard to keep the history preserved so teach that not all things in the past are bad

It was an unusual quiet evening at my favorite diner. I always loved meeting my beautiful wife here after a long day of work to get some of Chicago’s best coffee. Upon opening the front door, the welcoming smell of freshly ground coffee fills my nostrils as I take a deep breath, but at the same time, I lose my breath as I spot my stunning wife waiting for me. She was wearing a vibrant red dress, as she knows that it’s my favorite, while her hair shimmered in the light.

Camp Smile a Mile, a camp established for children and teens who are off or on therapy with cancer. I am one of those young people who have grown up with Camp Sam in my life. Nine years of my life to be exact.

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 Abandoned house stood there, with fog rising to the sky. Lights flickered being the only light in the dark….. The fog dragged a cold breeze, that sent a chill up my spine, this house has been here forever and nothing like this has ever happened before, I gulped and strolled into the cold night fog. As I approached the house, the door slowly opens and a Shadow steps towards me. The weather just dropped like 40 degrees, I don't like this at all.

I carry my goggles. These goggles are moist and wet. These goggles are silver and black. These goggles are tinted, this is useful for swimming outside. When these goggles dry they become crusty and hard. These goggles are fragile fit for the sport they are used for. Swimming. Where even breathing at the wrong time will cost you three places. These goggles don't weigh anything, but have some of the greatest importance in the sport. The weight is at it’s greatest when they are broke or lost or even fog up. These goggles hold the fate of therace. Theses goggles hold the pressure from the water, the pressure of my dreams. These goggles don't weigh just a couple of ounces. These goggles weigh as much as the dreams i have. These

It was a fresh afternoon when I accompanied my best friend to visit my grandparents in countryside – Ben Tre, where is well-known as a tranquil place. Those days, I live with my beloved cousin; she was a girl of tender-hearted, tolerant and lenient aspects. At her will, she ushered me and my friend to observe how developed our countryside is.

A long time ago, there was a house that stood in the bay near Santa Cruz, California. It was known as The Nguyen Mansion, it had been vacant and boarded-up for years. Most people in the area kept well away from it, frightened by its uncanny reputation. Anyone who passed by couldn't help wondering what evil had transpired in the old place. Trespassers who dared to enter the old house usually fled during the night, telling tales so grisly that they were almost beyond belief. One night, three fishermen were caught in a quick-moving storm and managed to make their way back to shore. Drenched by the rain, they spotted the mansion and decided to take shelter in the rickety old place. Once inside, they made a fire in the fireplace to keep themselves warm and ate a cold supper they had packed. Then, the three men pulled their coats tightly around them and lay down on the floor to try and get some shuteye. However, as soon as they dozed off, they were plagued by terrible nightmares of treachery and murder. Lying awake, the men heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps upstairs. Click! Click! Clack!

The nipping cold hits my face as I stroll through the woods looking for the cabin that I grew up in. When I trudge through the crunchy snow it makes a sound like it is October with the crisp fallen leaves underneath my feet. Up ahead I soon spot the cabin made out of walnut wood. It looks so magnificent sitting up on top of the hill with the sun beaming its glistening rays from behind on each side. As I enter through the wooden gate surrounding the house I recall all the memories of Christmases before that were made in this house. I remember the good smells and sounds from years past and hope that they come back this year.

Many newlyweds usually buy a house or pay to have one built so they can start having children immediately. These houses often contain multiple floors that often contain a final floor called a basement. The many uses of a basement include a bedroom for members of the family, an area to have family time, or a man cave. The Meyer family built a house before the turn of the century a couple minutes away from Main Street St. Charles. The house contained a lower level basement that has proven extremely useful and important to me during my lifetime. From times doing homework to the meals I took down there to consume, the Meyer basement has been a focal point in my life. The five senses are vital to help describe my basement as can be seen by the setup of the few pieces of furniture, the taste of the numerous meals I have delighted myself with, in addition to the many sounds protruding from multiple devices.

Home, the place one spends more time in their life and share special moments with family. Where one expects to live permanently carefree, feel protected under the roof of their house. One day I want to have a home that makes me feel well and where I can be safe and happy. The purpose of this essay is to discuss and fine structural decisions I made about designing my dream house.

Two boys were walking on the campus of Bridgeville Academy. They were each armed with a pile of books that threatened to topple onto the well-worn paved parking lot of the school. They turned out of the campus and began walking down the sidewalk towards home. The air was chilly and the leaves were beginning to shed their emerald green gowns for scarlet, gold, and, fiery orange. The boys were in good spirits and they walked briskly down the walkway. Before long, the houses had started to get bigger and farther apart.

“We will be back we just going to a friend’s house for this Halloween party, we should be back around 9:55”, Angel parents say as they were leaving. “Angel baby what are you doing tonight I want to come over”, David said, “I’m not doing anything baby you should come over my parents left to go to a friend’s house they shouldn’t be back until 9:55”, Angel replied back to David, “okay baby I’m on the way right now”, said David, the phones hangs up. Angel runs upstairs and get freshen up, as she putting on her clothes she gets a text from David saying “babe I had to make a stop to the store really quick”, Angel replied back “okay honey that’s fine”.

Humans are born in nature, and learn from nature. That’s how we grow up with a study of the outside world. The process of learning is like walking into the sunshine from a dark corner. The process of learning is like when the clouds are finally cleared and the sky appears, but before the sunshine, have you ever been afraid of anything that hides the door? Have you ever judged someone at the first time you meet them? It is a really hard process to throw off prejudice, throw off the horror. Back in 2010, The “grass house” lead me to step into a deeper side of the world.

Have you ever afraid of anything that behinds the door? Have you ever judge someone at the first time you meet them? Back to the 2010, The “grass house” lead me start to think about things in a deeper side.