Descriptive Essay On Haunted House

Halloween: the holiday where as kids we couldn’t wait to go door to door to achieve the golden goal of a full bag of candy. Halloween soon turns into a question mark for teens; in an instant, there is a change of when it is ‘appropriate’ to go trick-or-treating and when you should just move on. Are you the one who thinks Trick-or-treating is lame or the one who still walks around your neighborhood every year -- no matter how many dirty looks you may get. What teenagers decide to do on Halloween varies: going to a party, passing out candy, staying home are a few popular options. Throughout my highschool experience I have been able to witness and experience all different types of halloteens, each with their own traits.

This was it, a week before halloween, and I’m going to a haunted house with my friends.

Transition: With all holidays come celebrations, let’s talk about the festivities that helped shape Halloween today.

By the time this article comes out, we will have already enjoyed our Christmas Luncheon, the new 2017 board will have been announced, golf excuses shared, a slide show video capturing the season and the Fish Food Bank will have collected their donations for another

When I was a child my friends and I had Halloween parties where we would share candy and play board games like Monopoly and Sorry. Eventually, after I had eaten all of my favorite candy, I would be exhausted and head home. Now as an adult, I attend parties where the only games that people are playing involve ping-pong balls and red solo cups. Occasionally there is an enormous campfire that reaches towards the moon and stars. The crackling sound of burning oak wood completes a night full of long-lasting memories. The parties are different from when I was younger, but celebrating Halloween is still cherished by

Caparros and her hall are passionately preparing for this event, and are excited to help guests have a fantastic experience. She is excited to see hall community growing around this event.

Elisabeth Flynn also said, “It’s been great. Every year I work on the conference and I’ve been working on the conference for six years, it’s reenergizing to see this many people turn out; all ages, all audiences. Seeing people react to being in a space like this where they can feel safe, and just be themselves is really

I see the barn with the green painted 4-H clover at its top, I smell the fresh, dewy grass, and I hear the sounds of anxious campers asking questions about what the week has in store. Hearing the kids’ voices all around saying “What’s that?” and “Look at that!” makes my heart smile. These kids have no idea what a great week we have in store for them and I hope that I can help make their experience one they will not soon forget. The other teens and I have been training and preparing for months, just to make this one week amazing for these kids. Leading the kids toward Ratliff Hall, they are all looking around amazed by their surroundings. The door opens and we enter, the camp staff greets us by chanting and singing. This is a sound like no other that I have waited all year to

A group of carefree, college kids visit a traveling haunted house on Hallow's Eve where the terror they believe to be good fun is, in fact, all too real.

Halloween was here and there were some interesting sightings around Bay Port by both teachers and students. From zombies and animals, to historical figures and santas, Bay Port had it all.

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.

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”.

It was a foggy night on Halloween Many think that the barrier between our world and the underworld are at the weakest point well let's find out Me and my friends love Halloween we can be anyone or anything for only one day out of the year.Every year me and my friends lucy,who is a more scientific person believes every thing should be proven she has black hair blue eyes Parker,wants some money he has blond hair and green eyes and Eleanor is a scaredy cat she has white hair and brown eyes.we take a trip to my parents cabin in the louisiana swamp It is great this time of year because we always go looking for unusual things out of this world things paranormal things. We always see something but you never let them see you!

“In the year of 1989, there was a street named Elm, in the state of Wyoming. Few chose to live on that street, and they all knew about the haunted house, up on the hill, on the west side of town, coming off of Elm. Once, I spent the week with some friends and, Halloween came upon us, while I stayed with them.” I was telling my first-grade brother and his friends stories to scare them out of their wits. Besides, no one wants little kids tagging along with you to go trick or treating, when you could go with your friends to Haunted Houses, and not ones set up by the town hall. “We were just about to pass the house, not thinking anything of it, when we heard a moan coming from Old Man Reaper’s house.” Their eyes grew wide with fear. Mr. G.