Hanzmo's Short Story: The Haunted House

I read the scary and suspenseful book called “Ghost House” by Paul Kropp. There were four kids (Tyler, Zach, AJ, and Hammy), and AJ made a bet that Tyler and Zach could not stay in the Blackwood house -that was originally haunted- for 12 hours without getting scared and leaving. I thought they would leave but it turns out that they stayed the full 12 hours and in the end they ended up winning the $200. One of the things I took away and I think that everyone should take something away like this from it is that you should never make bets that you don’t have any information on. Tyler and Zach didn’t know much about the Blackwood house and they made the bet anyway. This ended up in them almost losing their lives. I would recommend this book to

“Oh my god, Sarah what did you do,” exclaimed Blish as the building went up in flames.

One of the elements of gothic literature evident in this story is the setting it takes place in. On the very first page of the story, the home is described as an “ancestral hall.” In gothic literature, the settings are usually old, dim places. Such as dungeons, monasteries, and mansions. Later, it is described as a “colonial mansion,” and a “haunted house.” These descriptions do clearly match that of typical gothic literature. This element contributes an eeriness to the story, as we imagine this dark, haunted mansion that our narrator is locked up in, with no escape. Which deeply contributes to this disturbed story.

The abandoned marsh house, just of the shore, was said to transform at night. It's foggy windows, and mildewed wood was already enought to repel most, but when a group of children from the local middleschool decided that their lives needed to be more adventurous, the house's secrets came out to play. That fateful night, the children would learn what real fear meant. They took the smallest boat off the dock and rowed across the cold marsh, to the house. The boat creaked and groaned as it slammed against the murky, green bedding the marsh house stood on. The door slammed open, almost as if inviting the children in. The half moon lit silve light on the steps before the door and not a single sound could be heard. Those children were never heard from again. The marsh house would retain its secrets for as long as time lasted.

It felt like bliss – being here like this, with my friends. We weren’t doing anything special, not really, only driving down the road that led to Mike Anderson’s house. Senior year had us all so miserable that I actually convinced myself to go to one of his parties without having to be forced.

In Edgar Allan Poe’s short story “The Fall of the House of Usher,” Poe incorporates a lyric titled “The Haunted Palace,” which is about a placid kingdom that turns from a idyllic, celestial, asylum to an insidious sepulcher, home to countless cadavers. The original regent of this tremendous country, Thought, was violated and overthrown by the demons of lunacy, leading to its devastated circumstance. Poe includes this poem to compare his eerie vision of a palace to the once radiant and luminous House of Usher, through the fissures that appear within the sanities of the residents of both households. At one time, the Usher family held dominion over their estates and their minds, but now the mansion has fallen into disarray, with decaying bricks

A small room. Dozens of tables and GIRLS in frilly lingerie. GIs and locals vying for ladies’ affections.

Frist let’s start with the houses, two houses in fact, one made out of straw and one made out of sticks. Both terribly built no structure, no proper design and the garden looked terrible, in fact it looked like a pig sty, see what I did there. But anyway as you now I have morning allergies and as soon as I walked up to that straw house and I snuffled and I sniffed and then came out a huge sneeze, it blew the whole house down and the same thing happened for the house made out of sticks. I couldn’t help myself I just couldn’t hold that sneeze back, and how is it my fault that I blew the house down isn’t a wolf allowed to sneeze and just think about it, it was a house made out of straw, so how could this possibly be my fault.

“Nobody seems to know where the substance came from. Scientists are baffled, because despite its appearance, it is not cold what so ever, and the temperatures are too high for anything like snow to come from the sky. A witness, who wishes to stay anonymous, says that she saw the white mass flooding into the streets like water. Despite what she said, the mass is definitely solid. We are currently at the scene outside of the news tower. Reporter, what does it feel like? It’s almost like styrofoam, unbelievable!” Hannah listened in a daze before a cut off scream sounded from the program, causing her to jolt into a sitting position and reach over to turn on her radio. A different channel was also covering the same information.

The two short stories A Pair of Tickets by Amy Tan and The Haunted House by Virginia Wolf are both deep with emotion and feeling a place of their past to celebrate their life revealing memories of the days gone by. The feeling of love is presented in two different fashions with similarities and differences first through Amy Tan’s story of a living family in search for her sister and seeing family after numerous years. The author, Virginia Wolf who tells the story of a couple who are ghosts and return to their house they once lived looking for a treasure. Insight to love in both stories foreshadowing, figurative language, and flashbacks allow the reader to understand the search for love, the fulfillment of memories and whom they love.

It was only a couple of nights before October 31,2017 Halloween. There was a haunted house that Xavier was helping set up. He loved Halloween because of all the candy. Xavier is 17 years old. Xavier was buying more stuff to put into the haunted house. He went to the haunted house to set up. It was finally the night October 31,2017. Xavier was on his way to the haunted house.

“Oh, crap!” yelled William he pulled the covers over his head. “please don't kill me, I'm sorry

As the days get shorter, the trees burst into a riot of different hues. Red. Orange. Yellow. Jack O’ Lanterns light up neighborhood porches. Little goblins and princesses roam the streets, while candy wrappers softly blow in the wind. Scary stories are read by the dim glow of the campfire and the shadows of the tree branches loom over like hands, threatening to reach out and grab whoever is near the forest's edge.

It was just me and Bob sitting in my house when I got a phone call. The phone call was from my friend Tyler, he wanted to know if I wanted to go explore an abandoned house down his street. So I said yes, then Bob and I got on our bikes and headed towards Tyler’s house. When we got there Tyler met us outside and then we all walked down his street. As we were walking Tyler explained to us why we were going into the house he said that the house was abandoned, that it was like a maze, and that people who went in never came out.

The night was Tuesday October 31st - Halloween night! I, Jackson, was coming home from a halloween party that my friend Jim had at his home. I have been friends with Jim my whole life and was excited to go to his party.