It was cold windy night and everyone was asleep except me. I couldn’t sleep I was shaking and turning nonstop. I finally realized it was pointless to stay in this uncomfortable bed. I walked carefully around my brother and sister but they awoke I could never count on them to stay asleep with my loud elephant like feet. “What are you doing up so late Taylor?” my curious sister laney asked. “Yah what are you doing up I have to get up early tomorrow?” my brother John whispered. “Just go back to bed!” I demanded.
They tossed and rolled around for a little bit but finally settled down. I finished making my way outside to get some water from the well. When I realized that my family and I were all alone out here in the country,a shadowy figure was approaching. I quickly ran inside and hurried to wake my parents. Both my parents jumped at first but finally came to.
“Why did you wake me up,” yelled my father?
As I was hurrying to the door to lock it, I told them what I had saw. My father jumped up and looked through a crack in the wall.
I admit our house wasn’t on the favorable side, but this home was all my family and I ever needed.
Out of nowhere thunder and lightning came crashing down lighting up the whole sky. I looked through a crack and saw the stranger’s face.
He was tall and had a lot of scars. His wispy hair twirled in the wind. The man was standing where I was at the well and he took the longest drink I’d ever seen. I turned around to look at my family. My mom
When we arrived at the house, I stood there for about five seconds before knocking on the door. They didn’t answer at first, so I knocked again, harder, and then saw the handle start to move. My stomach filled with butterflies as I watched the door slowly open. The face that greeted was one of a two year old, and as I looked up I saw her father standing over her.
was all I knew. The house was my childhood home. It was a family member to me.
It was a cold, dark night and I could not sleep whatsoever, because all I could think about was that I start my adventure in the morning. I am a new graduate of a post bachelorette Anthropology program. My first assignment is to travel to the island of Bijangi, and live with and study the culture of the Bijangi tribe. The world knows very little about this tribe other that where they live and some other minute facts. I plan on discovering everything possible and making a name for myself on my very first adventure. This is everything I have been going to school for and I just cannot wait. I finally fell asleep and am now waking up to the blaring scream of my alarm telling me it is time to get up and get a move on. My brother James dropped
Waking in a startle, I sat up in my bed... checking my surroundings.... fearful that I was not alone...
Fighting with things, those twisty things in the trees. Then I was frightened and I woke up. And I was outside the shelter by myself and I saw something moving in the trees.
I woke up looking around not knowing what was going on. I looked around realizing that I was in an unknown bed. Panicking at first I tried to find my bearings, but I calmed down quickly as I watched my mother walk into the room.
I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.
There was bright lightening. They looked up, frightened. Above them black furious clouds started to gather. They began to run. Then the thunder roared, and the rain came down in torrents. <<
I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming and struggling to move my restrained arms. The night guards ripped open the heavy steel door to see what was wrong. The creature was standing in the corner looking right at me. I was pulling my arms against the leather restrains trying to point the naive guards to the cause of my appalling state. The
I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my somewhat dim, water powered alarm clock, wondering what time it was. 7:43. Way early. Despite being awfully comfortable, I got up, figuring I was just hungry. As I walked the the kitchen, I pondered about my snack. Carrots and orange juice usually is the best choice. ( This is actually a good midnight snack! You should try it! ) I made it to the fridge. As I opened it, I took in the cold air against my warm, cozy fur. Then I realized, that I was sweating. I dropped the blanket I had wrapped around me. Much better. I grabbed my carrots and orange juice, dragged the blanket behind me and took my time getting back to my room. I hopped onto the bed with my snack in hand, and turned on the TV with the remote. The button let out a quiet ‘click!’ as I pushed the smooth, plastic button, before the TV turned on.
As I listened for the constant scuffling of rats scampering around in the rusty pipes, I tried counting to ten. In the darkness, I went in and out of consciousness, images of my mother and father replaying behind my lids. After a while, I drifted off to a half-conscious sleep riddled with jolts of fear and pangs of hunger. I could no longer close my eyes without seeing the nightmares that have plagued me since I was young.
It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature
Urgently, we moved, free of rent and it wasn't long until the purchase of the home was complete, it was ours and we felt blessed. Admittedly, we were mentally disheveled, from the trauma of the tornado. Consequently, we stayed
Lying in bed in the middle of the night while sleep eludes me, a noise breaks through the silence. Oh my God! What was that!? Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was just the house settling. There it is again! I must be hearing things. I get cold and my body starts to shiver uncontrollably. I peek to where the sound comes from and I could swear I see something through the dark room; it appears even darker than the surrounding area. Oh my! I think it just moved. My breathing becomes labored and I pull the covers over my head, trying to calm myself down while making my brain work through what just happened. Was I dreaming? Or did I just see a ghost?
Before I knew it, it was late at night and almost my bedtime. I made my way, up the stairs to the loft, slowly dragging my feet up each huge log stair from being so tired. I finally made my way up to the loft although the only light source was coming from one-single lit candle downstairs on the kitchen table. As I pulled the covers off the tiny twin bed, it was extremely hot, so I decided