Descriptive Essay On 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.

It was the perfect night for an adventure through a haunted house. My cousins Mariah and Tyina were planning to join me on a October 31st night to remember. The first thing the three of us did was get dinner and talk about how we were kind of nervous to go and walk the haunted house. After dinner we all got in the car and drove to our destination and then we bought the tickets and were waiting to get in. We all felt as if we had butterflies in our stomachs. As we were about to walk through the door to the haunted house we were startled because of all the strange sounds that we were hearing as we walked in. Finally we were able to look around. We were not so scared until Tyina had stumbled upon a mysterious door.

On August 16, 2006, at exactly 03:00, normality for Fiona Berman ceased to exist and The Richmond Haunting 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.

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.

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

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.

It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer afternoon on, swaying back and forth, just thinking.

It was a spooky night with the coyotes howl and the owl hooting with the flash of lighting in the sky we were lost. My friend Zack and I took a hike to see what was beyond the woods where we lived and we lost are way. You see we just moved in so we were curious to see what was there. We found a old abandoned house or was it abandoned but we needed sleep so we went near. First we thought this house looks like something out of a horror movie with old broken windows and the dark misty trees. We went up to the doors and the door slowly opened and we went in with the cold breezes coming though we both had chills. We had never been this scared before we heard bats and squeaking of the the stairs. Squeak,squeak,squeak and we paused as we say something moving in the shadows.

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”.

"This is something that brings out the kid in me," Asmussen, 52, said Friday of All Hallows Eve, Naper Settlement's annual haunted house extravaganza that's been attracting thousands of visitors for the last 13 years.

“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.

On a cold lonely winter night, Jessica's parents were putting her down as always. Jessica had already been depressed due to her best friend dieing in a car wreck a month ago. Jessica's parents had never been proud of her no matter what she had done. Jessica had finally had enough of being criticized, so she decided that tonight was the night that she is going to run away. 2 a.m came slowly and Jessica snuck out of her window with just a few things to help her survive, as well as her painting materials. She then went walking towards the Taiga forest. The Taiga forest was a cold, snowy forest that extends across from Europe, North America, and Asia. The Taiga has wet summers and long cold winters.