Frist Let's Short Story: The Haunted House

Dwelling about my own feelings led the direction of frustration and anger as I grew older, feeling for anybody’s feelings or situations, almost non-existent; don’t miss-understand, I had marvelous times and a caring person to an extent. Growing slowly into a person whose true character lived in a cage, confined to prison and when released, it was madness, not intending to only injure, I wanted to see blood, tasting this flavor in my mouth before a confrontation. Choosing who I wanted to associate with and if others left me alone there was no problem, although, at the end of the sixth grade the nestling soul fell asleep. There was a boy in school that began tormenting me every day walking home; undesirable name calling. Eventually deciding to

It was a cold stormy night. The house was still. I was lying in bed when I heard a series of knocks at the door. As I descended the stairs the knocks were getting louder and louder. I thought to myself, "Who could be at the door this late at night?" When I opened the door there was a tall man dressed all in black. He smelled of fish and looked like he just walked out of a mud pit. He was having car troubles and needed to use the phone. I invited him in and told him that the phone was down the hall in the living room. Instead of calling the tow truck he called his friend, George, to come pick him up. I invited him to have a cup of coffee and some cookies while he waited for his friend to pick him up. We talked for about an hour when there

Charlie,Lawson,Ron,and I are walking down the street the sun is starting to fade away.We walk up on this creepy house. We try to look in the windows but, there are vines and cobwebs every where there are even vines going up the house.Charley and Lawson are arguing about whether we should go inside or not,so we take a vote on it Ron,Lawson and I want to go in but, Charlie doesn't so we tell her to stay outside with the bats she runs up behind me and tells me to protect her. We open the door it creaks loudly.We walk in and the door slams with a loud “THUD”.There is so much dust Charlie and I start to sneezing.Everything was covered with white sheets.We start to walk forward every step we take is followed by a loud creaking noise.

The next morning I awoke to go outside my cavern to pasture my sheep. I had this feeling that there was something awry, and I couldn’t remember if I had closed the rock to my cavern door. I became continuously more skeptical if something ghastly was going to happen in my home. Nevertheless, an enormous necessity needing to be met, I had to make sure my pasture was in the utmost condition for my flock. I decided that it would be an incredible idea to cut down some

Underhill listened carefully as Malvinē served dinner to Clement in the kitchen. She had called him once and no more. He had refrained from making any more contact with her, due to his injury. Though vampire blood calmed an angry werewolf, it did not work in vice-versa. His nerves were frayed, the slightest noise in the house sent him on edge. He decided to stay in his office and avoid any unnecessary injury’s with Malvinē. Yet despite this effort, Malvinē could not put aside her caring effort. It wasn’t long before her feet shuffled close to his office door. She knocked.

Sally was digging in the attic one night. In the bottom of an old box she stumbled across a tape. She shot down the stairs like a dart with excitement to find out what was on it. She watched intently and a smile broke out across her face as the images flashed up on the screen. It turned out to be videos of her as a child with her mother. She had missed her mother greatly since she had been gone.

I walk down the street with my best friend along with my brother Chandler, then we drop her off, turn around into the sidewalk, walk in the door, moms in the kitchen, dad grilling out on the back deck. I dash outside where my dad is grilling chicken. We grill, talk, laugh, grill, talk, laugh, and then a lady comes up and says, “ Sur y’alls house is on fire!!” I freak out and run inside to tell my mom and Chandler. We go outside and look ends up it the neighbor across the streets house. It was one of my brothers really good friends’ house. His name is John. My dad runs through the house and out the door BAM! The glass door slams closed. I run to the front door, put both my hands on it and press my face against it so close the window was fogging

It was a bright and sunny day, absolutely terrible if you are a wolf such as me. How am I supposed to hunt in this kind of weather? There are no shadow to hide in, only broad daylight. But wait? What is that delicious smell? I saw three little pigs fumbling around with some sticks and twigs in the field. They must be more ignorant than I had ever imagined if they think those laughable little “homes” could ever keep me from devouring them. Knowing I have no cover I quickly take off at a full sprint toward them. I laugh to myself as they run into their makeshift homes.

30 years ago, a mass murder terrorized and killed many many people. Just for fun it seemed like. He would find very unusual and graphic ways to kill his victims. Once he decided it was your time to go, he would make sure that you died. Nobody even survived his wrath...no one. But one day he just disappeared. Nobody knew if he died or not. So everybody just assumed he was dead, but on halloween of 2000, he made his first appearance in 30 years.

All I know is that I’m standing in the lobby of a rundown hotel and a man with his gaze fixed upon me.

Once at the bottom of the stairs I could not believe my eyes. Mom and Dad were on the ground. Blood spilled out of wounds that were covered by clothing, their eyes dull and lifeless. Mom’s hand was outstretched to Dad, like she’d been trying to say goodbye one last time.

Doflamingo followed the sound until he reached the edge of the forest. As he walked through the densely frozen forest and made his way inside he heard stumbling and someone falling a couple of times. The forest was very dense and in its frozen state it was harder to walk through than had it been unfrozen. Small branches that stuck out every which way were like small knives and swords depending on how big they were. He finally got irate and bent his fingers and the trees were cut down. He smiled as he continued walking when he noticed the sound of someone running had stopped but he did not stop walking. He knew he would reach the girl sooner or later this was a small island there was only so many places she could hide.

The night before halloween october 30th in Madison Wiscon There was a special group of friends Getting ready for halloween the next day. Everything was just like it was supposed to be until they heard a crash in the yard

I intend to begin my story with an experience I encountered at the age of sixteen at our small town’s Latin school. The sweetness of many memories from that time still stirs and touches me with melancholy: dark and well-lit alleys, houses and factories, faces and chimes, rooms affluent and comfortable, snug and amenable, the whole town was pregnant with secrets.

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,