Descriptive Essay On The Haunted House

The Haunting of Hill House is considered a classic to many people. It has a certain sense of feeling missing from today's novels. The Haunting of Hill House has suspense, horror, a little bit of romance, and an ending that will leave you thinking for days. Shirley Jackson is well known for her twisted work. At the beginning of the book, you our introduced to a character that has a major impact on all of its "guests". Hill House. "Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against the hills, holding darkness within." This is just one of the chilling sentences from the opening paragraph. The fear begins to set in. Shortly after, you are introduced to the strong yet cautious Dr. John

As Kaylin,Chloe and I sat in my cold basement talking about our strange and weird lives, we started to hear the dark , dirty ,and wooden planks upstairs in my kitchen and diningroom start to suspiciously speak. We started to think what was making the sound. Minutes passed and we still heard the weird eerie sound. We got up and walked to the stairwell. Then we slowly crept up the stairs one by one to cure our wondering minds.

We run down the stairs as fast as we can. The house is still shaking. The door we entered is nowhere to be found now. Everything is switched around. I'm panicking and so are they. The once pitch black room starts to lighten up. There is light seeping through all the cracks and crevices in the room, It's the middle of the night though. Even with the help of the light we still can't find a door. ¨Hey! Over here! I found a window!¨ William yells.

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.

There was something spooky about this man, but she just let it slide. As she entered the castle, there was a huge ballroom like area with stairs on both sides of the room leading to the next level. She continued up the left side with him breathing down her neck, and turned left again. Shivers went up her spine. Right in front of her eyes was a dark, narrow hallway with, what seemed like a secret door at the end of the hallway. It was covered with thick cobwebs, obviously never opened in ages. She was surprised the man let her go this far She turned around to find empty space. She stopped in her tracks and looked down in front of her, and saw bloody footprints leading to the door at the end of the hallway. At least that’s what she thought. But the bloody footprints just vanished into thin air and she noticed there was an unknown door to her left. Some different dusty footprints were leading in there. Maybe the castle was a clue to a better life? Was I hallucinating, but from what? Her dad’s stories kept her curiosity up. She kept asking herself those questions, when all of a sudden she heard a phone ring. She searched around in confusion. As she saw the man raising a large butcher knife, she screamed “Noooo!!!!” She felt the knife slice her throat before she could even run away. Some say they can still hear her voice echo down the

She couldn’t see inside because of the dirt and cobwebs on the windows. When she turned the doorknob to see if it was locked, the door creaked open as if it had been closed for years. Hesitantly she stepped inside the house and saw a group of people sleeping. As she turned around to leave, the floor creaked, so she ran out of the house, afraid she would wake them up.

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.

The Door slowly opens and no one was there. I walk in the house and look everywhere and I find nothing. As soon as i’m done checking downstairs I go upstairs, then I find Aunt Sarah reading a book about families reuniting.

There weren't a premium of spaces for cars to park in the neighborhood Arlene lived in, possibly one per household, max. So it was hard for Stacey to tell if anybody was in the apartment waiting to pounce on her as soon as Arlene got to usher her into the apartment. However, as soon as Stacey got out of the car, she did sense that Arlen was close by. As much so as she had ever sensed him, or was drawn to him all those years to Nadley Pond. She wanted to run up the steps to the apartment and consume him in her arms, tell him what she came to say. Regardless of how she felt, she exhibited lady-like restraint and followed her daughter up the nine stepped apartment stoop to the front door. Good thing, too, because the uncomfortably tall steps

All the houses had for sale signs but the weird thing was that nobody lived in any of the houses. All of them were completely empty so they were kinda freaked out but they wanted to go into one of the houses.So they were walking and then they got to the end of the street and all of them turned at the same time and were all weirdly drawn to it. to this creepy old house and it was all dark in the windows and it looked as if nobody had lived there in centuries.They all decided that they wanted to go into that house.

Dark shadows lurked in the crisp, still air, along with a faint smell of death in the chilling silence of the night. He gingerly approached the door, walking up a flight of stairs as he did so. The stairs were made of stone, stone that was cracked with age and overgrown with weeds of neglect. With his hand on the door, he pushed. Only fast enough to move it an inch at a time. The door, the heavy door, was only made of the finest oak, scarred with age and decades of abuse. Finally, it was open. He glanced over towards the window, where a ghostly figure stood. It turned slowly to reveal its ghastly

As the group gets farther into the building they are overcome by a horrible, rotten musty smell like a dead animal decomposing. Suddenly, we turn the corner and the lights go out! We all gasp and reach out for each other. Brooke lets a tiny squeak but then gets quiet. The lights suddenly flicker back on and we all look around like owls in the night. Sophia looks back to see if Brooke is okay and screams “ Brooke, where are you?” The girls start freaking out and sprint down the hall faster than a cheetah. Once they make it back to the door Emily pushes on the handle but whispers,” it’s locked, now what do we do?” Overcome by the smell of dead animals and the hallway getting colder makes Sophia start pounding on the door. She sobs, “Help, someone help us! We are locked in and our friend

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

It was 9:00 PM, and I was by myself. The house was dark and looming, as I stayed in my room reading. An eerie creaking sound of the house settling filled the air, but was settling the explanation? I crept slowly into the hall, step by step, and made my way downstairs. When I got to the stairs I heard a crash from below. I thought, “Is there an intruder in my house?”