Hannah Baker's Short Story: The Haunted House

The cold winter breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the warm truck, ordinarily, she immediately wrapped her arms around the black coat attempting to keep her warm, as she was freezing from the sudden temperature change from the truck into the chilly air. Looking back to the sled being drawn out of the back of the truck, then she turned around and her eyes landed on the Rocke’s house, their close family friends. Gazing briefly at her parents one last time, ran to the door of the house, ready to get out of the cold momentarily.

It was a cold foggy Friday night in Summit's Peak. Lauren was walking her six blocks home from her friend Mandy’s house. The streets were deserted, not a sole in sight. Lauren was thinking about her birthday, which was the following day. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t hear the clinking of boots following her only forty yards back. Pulled out of her train of thought when she heard someone cough behind her, Lauren jumped. Realizing she was not alone she whipped her head around to see who coughed, but there was nothing there. “Hello?” Lauren questioned her voice wavering. There was no reply “Maybe I’m just imaging things,” mumbled Lauren.

When Ellie arrived the other day it was dark and she was unable to appreciate the beautiful countryside surrounding her. However today, it was spectacular. The imposing mountains in the distance were stunning and the open fields bordered by lofty trees were delightful. Since she isn’t in any hurry to reach town, Ellie pulls over and simply sits and takes it all in. It is relaxing, drawing the tension from her.

While Jack is packing up clothes and toiletries for the both of us; I sit inside the window looking out, wondering what had happened to hannah. But I didn’t get to finish the thought because I felt the cold metal of a gun barrel against the back of my head.

The air felt ten degrees colder than it should as she shivered under the covers. Was the black entity back? She prayed not. Paralyzing terror had her lying motionless with her eyes closed as she strained to hear the slightest noise.

The snow was sticking to the window beside me, each flurry as individual and distinctive as a human fingerprint. I focused on the gloomy skies rather than the hospital towering intimidatingly before me. I closed my eyes as my sister stepped out of the car, quietly apologizing to me as she ventured deep into the snowfall. I knew at that moment that I needed to shed my childish ways and step into my new adult skin.

Nuveria Tajammul #21 Ela Short Story The Haunted Doll In the middle of nowhere, a doll lay still. It had long, wavy orangish hair and wore a pink frilly dress. Then suddenly, she opened her blue eyes and grinned, evilly.

Hannah witnesses a traumatic event at a summertime party. Clay tries to reason with Justin, and Marcus warns him that the worst is yet to come. A distraught Hannah gets a

I rub two fingers, hard, over my left eyebrow. The throbbing has become intense. “It doesn’t matter,” I say.

Late Saturday night, almost a full week into the New Year, Becca walked through the snow-lined parking lot of the Plymouth Ice Center. Glaring at the only other cars in the lot, besides her Jeep and Caleb’s Hummer, she rolled her eyes. Seriously!

“Autumn, you’re always cold. Even if you lived in Africa, you’d still be cold.” Derik’s comment makes me laugh, but the door to the practice room inching open stops it in my throat. Derik notices me eyeing the door and glances at it. “What? What did you see?”

Jack shook his head indicating he did not need to get anything from the house. With that, the lead agent took his left arm to help him into the plane while the other agent was assisting Martha into the plane. Jack stumbled a little to the right and Mitch reached out for his right arm to steady him. Jack turned to Mitch and with a subtle wink said loud enough for the agents to hear “Thanks, sorry to pull you in to all this Mitch, I should have told you a long time ago.”

“The key passage of the story, revealing a full view of Virginia Woolf’s philosophical concepts and her creed of reality, is the episode of the young couple who are presented as being completely lost in their private world of meaningful reality having to grope their way back hesitatingly into everyday reality” (Virginia Woolf’s A Haunted House: Reality and ‘moment of being’ in Her Kew Gardens 117). This couple engages in a conversation about the past. Simon, the man, reminisces about what his life would look like if he was not in the garden at that moment. The narrator portrays their relationship as a compromising union, a relationship that fears for the worse and tries hard to stay mutual. The narrator mentions, “’Tell me, Eleanor, d’you ever think of the past?’ … ‘I’ve been thinking of the past [about Lily] the woman I might have married… do you mind me thinking of the past?’ Why should I mind… doesn’t one always think of the past?’” (Kew Gardens 1192). This dialogue is interesting because they both go on to relay what their ideas of reality are. What remains of the past Eleanor asks? They go back and forth and offer their ideas of what fulfils one’s past; “’those ghostly figures under the trees… one’s happiness, one’s reality’” (1192)? The past is important because without one, one has nothing to write about or to compare ideas and thoughts. There is no fuel to encourage change like the past of Judith Shakespeare.

This response is based on the story A Haunted House and Three Pictures, by Virginia Woolf. It will feature the overall story, evidence and connections to "modernism" in these stories. These stories have a sense of loss or something missing which refines this literature to the definition of Modernism.

“I don’t know Waverly, I don’t know...” The second time Kaitlyn said it she whispered it enough so Waverley couldn’t hear. It was almost like she was saying it to herself. She pulled over and got on her phone to see if the news said anything about the weather. Kaitlyn found out that it was a blizzard that was hitting Toronto. As Kaitlyn was starting to read about it her phone shut off.