Herman Mudgett's Account Of The Haunted House

If this story had been told from a first person point of view, the reader my not have gotten this in depth of a description of the setting. Without the reader understanding that the house was boarded up and abandoned, to the point where it seems

Upon opening the back door, Vasquez observed that there was just enough space to squeeze past the refrigerator blocking the exit. The air smelled of burned rubber and melted wires; a damp ash covered the ground, sticking to their boots. In the kitchen, Vasquez and Fogg discerned only smoke and heat damage—a sign that the fire had not originated there—and so they pushed deeper into the nine-hundred-and-seventy-five-square-foot building. A central corridor led past a utility room and the master bedroom, then past a small living room, on the left, and the children’s bedroom, on the right, ending at the front door, which opened onto the porch. Vasquez tried to take in everything, a process that he compared to entering one’s mother-in-law’s house for the first time: “I have the same curiosity.”

“The house stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night, the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow which could be seen for miles.” No one is left living in this house, yet the house continues its daily routine: starting breakfast, washing the dishes, cleaning the floor, filling the bathtub, heating the beds. It is as if the house is alive, refusing to believe that its

Dennis laughs manically and then stands up straight. He shoves the dead mouse in his pocket and runs inside. He runs past two children playing and up the stairs. He slams his bedroom door shut behind him and wrenches his wardrobe open. Inside his wardrobe are many drawings of tortured and dead animals. He grabs a pencil and some paper and begins to settle down to

On one of those nights, when I drifted off into a nightmare, I found myself alone in a silent town that looked to be abandoned. The walls of the buildings, as well as the sidewalks had writing on them. Words such as "Mr. Piggyton" and "Play!" were drawn on with chalk. There were also random names written as well. The most troubling was the large drawing of Mr. Piggyton that was drawn on the walls of an abandoned candy store. Below that, "Let's all have some fun!" was written.

The house was long, white, and had blue shudders. I could always pick out which set of windows out front peeked into my bedroom because of the messy off-white paint stuck to it after years of never being touched up. Inside, so much more was going on than the typical all-American home lead outsiders to believe. Confusion, growth, fear, and lots of aluminum cans.

The house is said to be haunted by Dies Drear and two slaves who were killed by bounty hunters. The third slave ran away. The neighbor, an old man named Pluto lives in a nearby cave who acts fishy, almost like two different people. Weird things start to happen to the family like them finding 4 triangles(which the slaves used to use) which makes a Greek cross and the kitchen covered full of flour when the family was gone. Thomas thinks these are the acts of Mr. Pluto. After the incident of the kitchen, however, Thomas and his dad run in the middle of the night to Mr. Pluto's cave, thinking he caused the mess. After finding a secret passage in the cave which is full of jewels and valuable artifacts, Thomas and his dad realize that their were two

The house that Lennie, George had bought had undergone many changes. It had a new coat of yellow paint like the colour of ducklings, with a black roof and a chimney for the stove. The house was perfectly located in within the hills and meadows, not far from the Salinas River. It was only just hidden from civilization but felt like a mile away from anywhere. A place like this would be difficult to find but certainly not impossible.

I need air, he thought to himself, and walked toward the gigantic front doors. He pushed them open, careful not to let the right one reach the point where it always squeaked. The devil of sneaking around lay in the detail, and this house he knew every floorboard and door’s sound of. Aldersley Park was Carver Aldersley’s childhood home, where he had been born, raised and now left to live. It was

I am standing outside the Wolcott House and it is 30 degrees out. A cold breeze runs through my coat. The Wolcott House is a late Federal early Greek Revival style home built around 1830. The home remained in the Wolcott’s family possession until 1959 when it was then turned over to the public. It was built in Maumee during the pioneer days; the home is a magnificent white two story, fourteen-room mansion. The house overlooks the Maumee River, a perfect location for James Wolcott. He was a shipbuilder, architect, politician and judge, it was crucial for him to have easy access to the river. It has been documented that this historical home is haunted. There have been visions and the feeling of super natural presence in the rooms of the home. I try to imagine myself back in time, in the late nineteenth century. Instead of the roar of cars, I would hear the boats on the Maumee River. The sound of wood being chopped would be heard in the distance, one of the Wolcott children doing some of their daily chores. The Wolcott boys, all five of them, would be responsible for supplying the wood and kindling for the fireplaces.

Emmeric smelled smoke. He had been enjoying his barley porridge during his break with his younger sister, Emelnie, when he realized something was wrong. He rushed to look out the window of their small home to see where the smoke was coming from. His father’s crops were on fire! Emmeric told his sister to stay put while he went outside to find his father. That was when he saw a large, golden creature surveying the rest of the farm. Emmeric quickly realized that the beast was the cause of the fire. He recognized the scaly creature from stories told by merchant’s from out west. It was a Sunborne, the rarest dragon in Meplioca, Emmeric’s home

The roads and air became thick and disgusting, making them sweaty and constantly having to get out of their car to go and stretch and cool off. They stopped several times on the road, but their last stop was at a neighborhood, where all houses were burned down and abandoned, except one which still remained up and well. As foolish as they were, the college kids became anxious to enter hospitality and receive directions and possibly a cool drink. As they were walking towards the house, they noticed a basement window creak open and close quickly, with a shadowy figure moving away. All unexpectedly, the door swung open and there stood a man and woman who seemed friendly and inviting, a bit too

To readers, the house could have seemed stable at first. But, although the house seemed stable, it was slowly but surely crumbling. The eeriness amongst the house and the unsettling and ghostly atmosphere helps explain each character and better interpret their puzzling

But I had no choice but to continue and so, I squeezed my eyes shut and thought of happy memories for a comfort. As quickly as I could, I threw the droppings into the bag and repeated the process several times until there was none left. Finally, I opened my eyes and gaped. The cage looked so clean without those black and brown dots. But there were still some little things to be done, and I had to go on. This time, I started it joyfully because of what I’ve accomplished. All the hard work was over! After rubbing off the sticky yellow liquid from the ladders and the floors, I refilled the food and water and poured in some new, fresh, and golden sawdust into the cage. I was very proud of myself as I looked at it once more. “Even I could live in that cage,” I thought, smiling. I put the hamster back inside her home and closed the door with a big grin on my

The house was in complete disorder. One could see signs of intense struggle inside. If one looked closely one could even see signs of someone desperately searching for something. It was unknown if the thing they were searching had been found or not.