It was a small suburban town called plumpton with your average church, corner store, schools, and etc. . There is one thing that is out of the ordinary was just up the street from the town was a old run down house with a old rigidity playground with a swing that made a little creek sound every time the cold wind blew on it. It also had a slide and a sandbox but there have rumors about seeing foot prints in the sandbox a small foot from a child no older then eight years old. There also have been rumors about a little girl walking around looking no more then seven years old but she is barley seen so some people think that the little girl is waiting for her family to return. Then one day a couple the wife name Samantha and the husband named …show more content…
And about a week later Jorge had installed video cameras and a alarm system. A month has gone by with out a sign of any paranormal, it was Trace birthday and she was turning 2 years old already she was walking she like playing in her playground she like going up and down the slide. And like playing in her sandbox there she played there for about 30 min talking to her imaginary her friend like to be called Sara. So when Trace birthday has started she had ask her mom to let Sara have a piece of cake Samantha said “baby we cant waste cake like that so trace just let it go and said ok and gave Sara her piece of cake, but her mom didn’t let her so she got the piece of cake and gave it back to Trace, but Trace got mad and through the cake and then she ran into her room. The party ended and then Samantha felt bad and went to go say sorry to Trace but the door was lock so she started getting worried so she called out to Trace and said baby come out no response so she called Jorge to unlock the door and when he opened the door there nothing insight except a piece of paper say bye mommy and daddy, but they both new that Trace did not know how to right so they bot h check the tapes to see she might have gone and when they saw the tape they both where in shock. They saw that got though the window but she was not alone there was another little girl there helping her but it was a very faint image of the girl so
It was a small town in Cornersville, Ohio. Nothing much ever happened in this small town until one day. A new family moved in one afternoon. Everyone was surprised because no one even noticed the house being built. Everyone was still delighted that they moved in because the couple, Bob and Nancy, were very friendly. Bob and Nancy helped with all the activities in town and were very generous. A couple of weeks after they moved in, a lot of strange things began. Money started disappearing, the lights in the town went out every night except for Bob and Nancy's lights, even people's pets went missing. One night, everyone's lights went out at 11:30 as usual, except there was an extremely loud noise. The neighbors went outside to see where all the
dark there were reports of clowns out so parents keep an eye on their kids that night but all the parents were really weird the clowns so the parents were really going to grab the there kids were really wore about the kid mis mad was wed about her kids to so she goes inside to get a drink she comes back outside and her kids are gone she rans around to find her kids there nowhere to be found in the street. She searching everywhere but her children couldn't find them she see footprints in the grass in the yard she looks around on the porch she says there are no more footprints in her yard so she asks another parent in the neighborhood nobody have seen her kids they say she leaving asks the other kids in the neighborhood
As I draw near to the island on which my dream house awaits, I catch a quick glance of it out of the corner of my eye. It is humongous, and is the most noticeable building in the area. My private steel, elegant jet lands on the octagonal air strip next to the house. I get out of the jet the wind was whistling and blowing my hair back as I started my journey through a heavily wooded path leading to my dream house. I walk with anxiety toward the house at which I will spend the rest of my life. All around me lay the most beautiful gigantic trees and yellow miniature plants I have ever seen. It is peaceful but I can hear the sounds of birds chirping and small forest creatures frolicking in the underbrush. As I continue to walk along the
Race has always been and will be a major issue in American. “The House We Live In” talks about the history of race in terms of culture, economic and political. One of the main points the film presented was the Naturalization Act of 1790. According to the film, citizenship were given to those who were only defined as free white. For example in the Takao Ozawa case, he was classified as non-white. A Japanese immigrant graduated from University of Berkeley and established a family in America. The Supreme Court used science to define Ozawa and this has led to determination that Ozawa was not Caucasian and Caucasians are defined as white. Therefore Ozawa was rejected citizenship by court’s decisions. In this type of case attention was drawn to what Americans courts defines as white and it has constructed division between whiteness and other race. In conclusion, color should not define or be a reason your eligibility for a citizenship.
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.
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In John Donne’s lyric poem “No man is an island” he describes himself, as a man who cares about the whole; not just the individual. He writes about someone who whole-heartedly believes in everybody working together and performing their given role in society. However, in Derek Walcott’s mash-up poem “Ruins of a great house” he argues that Donne is “selectively compassionate” (Miya, 2016). If we read the two poems together we see that the two poets engage in cleverly written conversation. While Donne states he is a man who cares for the collective society, Derek Walcott’s poem calls Donne out as a hypocrite, stating he is eurocentric and doesn’t care at all about the people who live and work on the colonies, or the slaves who have been forced into labor by the British Empire. Donne states that he is all for community but as Walcott, convincingly, points out if he was all for community he wouldn’t be so Eurocentric. He would care for the colonies and not just the mainland. These themes of ethnic superiority and ethnocentrism, presented in the poem, are still vastly prevalent in modern society.
Down the street and around the crescent, by the dented stop sign, the third house on the left, the one with the loose brick by the chimney. The one with the black doors and the black roof and the dark bricks and the windows with a white trim- it looks like a distorted face staring at the empty space ahead. That’s my house. The one with the misshapen, nearly dead tree, that taps and scratches at the window when the wind blows, like a spirit warning me to escape while I still can. That’s my house. The house that gives people the chills when they walk by, the one people cross the street to avoid, and the one little children run by and tell stories about. The feeling we get can only be compared to the feeling we have when we drive by a graveyard. Sadness. Eeriness. Yes, that’s my house.
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Once there was a man named Jordan was looking for a big house to move in. He wants move in a big house so he can live in the house with his five dogs. The dogs are all boy dogs. There names are Jojo, Max, Toby, Mike, and coco. So he looks very good so he can move in the perfect house, and he did find the perfect house. But as perfect the house looks he doesn’t know what other bad things are coming his way. He is so happy to move in this perfect house with an amazing view and a big backyard so his dogs can run all they want. But also there is a creepy forest where no one can hear you scream for your life. Jordan does have neighbors but they are miles away. He liked that because he could have his own privacy and a big place to
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 .
One place that I see every day but don’t put much attention to is my house. The house that I live in is near by a park and a gas station. My house is small and cozy is made of steel frames, the anterior part of the house has a beige and pink color that combine a beautiful shade. The inside of my house has many portraits of family members and drawings. I have a total of two bathrooms and four rooms a kitchen and two living rooms. We have a living room that’s used for grown-ups and the other one is used for the children. The kitchen table and chairs are made of wood, in the ceiling there is big chandelier. The walls of my house are painted in different colors that are green, beige and pink. I like that every room has its own different color, it’s not boring it brings life and shade.
When I was seventeen I decided to move out of my mother’s house. Thinking it would be the best for me, dropping out of high school with only one semester to go. In moving out I made some unwise choices. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and picking up some not so good habits. I met a guy who oi thought would take care of me and have a decent life ahead of me, how wrong was I. I got into some hard times going through day to struggling with money and a drug addiction. I enjoyed partying and drinking. I avoided visiting my family for the same reasons. I knew what I was into and didn’t want my family to know how bad off I really was. This was hard for me because I had created this environment for myself and I wasn’t proud of it at all.
There is one thing that is common in most small, rural Southern towns; appliances on the porch. From deep-freezers to washing machines, if there’s not room in the house you can guarantee there is room on the porch and an extension cord long enough to plug it in. No one thinks it’s unusual as everyone in the neighborhood does it. That’s especially true for the humble, one-stop-light town I was brought up in. The house I lived in my entire childhood had a deep-freezer on the back porch; my second cousin, who lived next door, had a wringer washing machine on her front porch. That washing machine would lead to an incident involving a shotgun, scissors, a trip to the ER and a lifetime of jokes.
As soon as I walked into the front doors of my new house I knew this wasn't my old house. It was like walking into my grandma's house which was like a thousand years old. I definitely liked my old house better. Speaking of my old house, it was like my dream house. It was like I was in my very own world and I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted on that farmland back in Tennessee. Now this stinky dump in Cleveland is nothing like our city in Tennessee. I walked up the old creaky stairs and at the top to the right was my room. As soon as I walked into my room I could not say a word, it was the ugliest room ever, but I knew I had to make it work. Oh I miss those days back at our farm in Tennessee. At home I was always stressed because of school but at the farm it gave me something to do and to take my mind off school. The farm was so fun I got to do whatever I wanted to do,like run throw the corn mazes,take care of the chickens,make sure all the plants had water,play with the gotes,ride horses,there was so many things to do at the farm that you could never get bored.My favorite thing to do was plant different types of vegetables and fruit and watch the plants grow. I truly missed the farm,and all I could think about was the farm and how much fun I had there and how I lived there my whole childhood.