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

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”.

A group of friends walked up to an old, seemingly abandoned house. They couldn’t see inside because of the dirt and cobwebs on the windows. When they turned the doorknob to see if it was locked, the door creaked open as if it has been closed for years. Me and my friends , Hayden ,Annie ,Kacy , and Rush were walking up old stairs to this abandoned house . As we walk in the house the door shut Annie screamed and I told her to ,’’shut up ,’’ we all didn't think about the door closing on its on except Annie . So we keep walking around to see if there is light willed Annie keeps yapping about the door. As we were walking around to see if there was light , we did not proceed that we were in a abound house so the light will not work because no one lives here so no one could pay the bills . So we looked in Rush's bag to get the flashlights . As we walk around Kacy started to joke around like what if we die , or what if theres ghost ,or what if we get trap here , so that made Annie really scared . kacy loves to try to scarier use but it doesn't work expect Annie .

“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.

“Wow” My mom said, glancing to the side of the road and behind a large grey building. “It seems so barren now.” she said, shifting her eyes back onto the road, her hair fluffing up as she shakes her head. “I can’t believe they’re chopping down so many trees.” sadness bubbled up in her voice as the traffic light turned green and my mom drove the car forward. Looking back, I see the the empty plot of land, a place that used to be packed with trees, trees that had been there for hundreds of years. My head turns back forward, the desolate yard of stumps fading off behind us as we continue on home. The thoughts still roam around in my head. How many trees does it take before they stop? One more? Ten more? A hundred more? Or will the only reason to stop be the extinction of them as a whole?

The rain was particularly heavy today, the clouds a gray cluster of mess. I look at my beaten down leather watch, it’s 5:30, the time we were supposed to meet up. With a sigh, I grabbed my transparent umbrella and walked out my front door. I had agreed to meet up with friends to work on schoolwork, not the most fitting weekend but staying at home alone didn’t seem much appealing either. The thunder shook the sky, as if letting off a warning, begging me to go back. The double story house greets me with an intimidating stare. It was a Victorian-style house, an old shabby, gothic building. That enough was an unpleasant sight in all the rain.

She finally approached the place she knew as home, a small white home with vines crawling up its sides and only one column left to hold up the front porch. It wasn’t much better than the rest in her neighborhood but provided enough for the family living inside it. As she made her way inside she was hit with a smell she had known her whole life. Her father would carry the scent home with him every day along with the black and gray stains on his face, proving how hard he had worked that day. Ever since his death, she tried to ignore it and move along with whatever she may be doing. Shaking the haunting thought aside, she made her way in the tiny house. Her brown boots covered in dried up mud and grass sounded heavier each step she took on the old creaking wooden floors.

Almost any house, trapped unexpectedly or at an odd position, can turn an extremely amusing look on a watching person; even a mischievous small chimney, or a dormer like a dimple, can grab up a beholder with a sense of companionship but a house arrogant and disgusting, without guard, can only be evil. This house, which appeared someway to have formed itself, flying together into its own powerful model under the hands of its builders, fitting itself into its own construction of lines and angles, raised its great head back against the sky without concession to humanity. It was a house without kindness, not purposed to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the expression of a house; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.

He remarked that the house was abandoned. We peddle until we got there. I got off my bike and I saw a frightening house full of fear. The mood of the house was spooky because everywhere you looked was trash, graffitis, and

Being stuck in a hospital is bad enough, but when your the head other the hospital and are being followed by ghosts it turns to a new level of bad. Ebenezer Scrooge was one of the most cold hearted man in St. Mary’s hospital. Scrooge was like a rock, never letting anyone in or talking about his feelings. Always pushing down people’s insecurities, and making them feel like the lowest on the Earth. Scrooge had already been visited by the ghost of Christmas past, he knew the next ghost can appear out of nowhere.

On Halloween Day, Mia and her friends went trick-or-treating around her neighborhood. Mia was dressed as a bumblebee and her friends were ladybugs and butterflies. As they went around the neighborhood, Mia said “There is always this one house that I think is haunted. I have always wanted to check it out, but my mom said no… would you guys want to?” Her friends said yes, so they went to the house and climbed the creaking front porch steps. As they were approaching the house, they saw that there were broken/shattered windows, some shingles on the roof were gone, and part of the front door was gone. Mia got chills all up and down my spine as if there were little needles poking her when she went to reach for the doorbell of the house. All of a sudden, Mia hears mice squeaking through the house as she rings the doorbell and a bird suddenly flies out of one of the windows. No one answers them so Mia says “Looks like there isn’t anyone home… should we just go in?” Mia’s friend, Maddie, says “Are you crazy? This place is like haunted!” Her other friend, Alyssa, says “It’s probably fine, let’s check it out guys!” When they get inside, all they see is the lots and lots of furniture covered in white/cream colored sheets, tons of dust, and some dirt. When Alyssa uncovered one of the pieces of furniture sitting by the door, there was some kind of red drops on it and it looked to be fairly new. “I don’t like the look of these drops on the couch… can we go?” Maddie replies, “You’re fine,

On October 14, 2016 Tara,Briyana,and I scrambled into the car getting ready for one of the most scariest moments of our lives. All of our hearts we pounding out of our chests.We were getting ready to go the the 13th Floor Haunted house attraction. It was a big deal for Tara and Bri but for me it wasn’t as a big deal because this was my second time going. The first time I went i went with a really close friend of mine and we both chickened out, but this time I was going to make it count. We were so excited earlier in the day we couldn't stop thinking about the haunted house we were all nervous of course but be were super excited.

The house was atop a small old hill. Surrounding the house was a once neatly kept metal fence, now all rusted and covered in overgrown foliage. An old worn gravel pathway lead straight to the door. Weather had taken its toll on the house. The bricks were worn and faded from their original color of red. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and the windows were cracked and broken.