Madam Hailey's Memoir

In the story “Thornhill" there was a girl named Mary. She lived at the Thornhill Institute For Children. When all of her friends had gotten adopted, she had been too. When she got to her new home with her new family, she had went in the yard to go explore. As she looked at all of the space and freedom she had, she felt amazing. Mary stepped onto a box and seen that a couple blocks away, there was this old and creepy looking house. She thought maybe a witch lived there. Mary ignored it and kept on looking around. A couple of days later she and her family helped her finish unpacking and

The witch loved attention and she kept track of everything going on around her. Richard Williams Bell said that before the hauntings in the Bell family home had began that a neighborhood youth, Corban Hall, had found a burial site. Corban had brought back a human jawbone to the house and had thrown it against the wall. When John Bell found out, he insisted the youth return the bone to where it was found.

She runs home as fast as she cans, leaving a watery black trail behind her. As she runs up onto her doorstep, a strange looking figure walks slowly behind her. She slams open the door with giant grayish black stain on the living room rug. “O my gosh, honey what happened to you!” Yollies mother gasped. “My dress is ruined; ruined I tell you, it started to rain my hair got soaked and just if that wasn’t good enough, the dye on my dress washed away!” She cried. As her mom hears a knock on the door she opens it, and she asked,”hi young man, may I help you? Yollie turned around and saw it, he was Ernie a Castillo! With his black suit soaked his hair damp and the purple flower in his suit pocket, light purple flower petals flowing away with every drop of the rain. “Ernie what are you doing here!”she gasped. He had came back for her out of the love in his heart. He wanted Yollie to feel better after all her clothes got ruined.

Just as they were making their way toward the shack out comes the witch. They carefully make their way up to her and not taking their eyes off of her. Not only was she a witch but a beautiful one, like no one they had ever seen. She

Spreading blood all over there walls and doors, one women threw a chicken’s head to represent the aunt. When the villagers were in the house the destroyed everything in it; the kitchen was filled with shatter glasses from the bowls and throwing the pots. The women next door entered their house with a broom swiping the negative dust above Kingston’s families head giving those negative spirts and every one of the villagers looking down upon Kingston’s family. When leaving their house, the villagers made sure that they took sugar and oranges and rubbed it upon the selves; it made sure they weren’t cursed from the disgrace the family had. Some stole the rest of the bowls and clothes that were not broken or torn. It was time for the baby to arrive and the no name women gave birth to her new born baby in a pit. Kingston’s remembers the next morning going to the family well noticing that it was plugged and noticed that the aunt had killed herself and her newborn baby in the family well. Making sure that Maxine Kingston doesn’t say a word to her father, her mother repeats again to her to not say a word to her father or to

Many of the old people in the village had claimed they had been marked by the witch when they were little while sleeping in their very own homes including Bryan’s Grandma Mrs. Ojeda. The family was enjoying their first chilly night under the stars that were clearly visible unlike how they were back home. It was a perfect time for Bryan and his nephew to ask their grandmother to tell them the story of the witch on the corner of Babylan St. that was just 4 houses away. Bryan finally broke the silence of the night by telling his grandma, “ Grandma can you tell us the story of the witch on the corner of the street?” Bryans Grandma had agreed but told us not to tell their parents she had told them the story. She said,” The rumors began when a family had moved into the house a week before Christmas. Time had passed and the day was Christmas Eve and as traditions went, they would blow fireworks starting at midnight and burn the dummies they had made of hay and fireworks with old clothes they saved all year. The family did not want to do fireworks that night so they stayed inside the house for

Believing the urban legends. She now stands in their shoes, realizing that what they are calling a malevolent phantom is merely a frightened

Alamina then, looked at the leaves and turned towards Ava. “This tea cup reveals very bad fortune. More bad than good…horrendous things!” The girl’s expression mimicked an expression of foreboding. “Oh, goodness! I see a prostitute…oh…no! And she’s selling her noonie. Oh, my! And no one wants to pay for that stinky thing.”

People sometimes have tough ordeals. Some may act negatively toward the problem, but the people that act positively toward the problem are able to see hope in places where they wouldn’t expect it to be in. People have been through cruelty, yet they continue to stay positive. People still have the positivity to cling onto their last hope, or even continue to think positively when there is no hope at all. People like Anne Frank, in Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl, continue to stay positive throughout the horrible ordeals that have happened. Some of the Japanese in Dear Miss Breed: True Stories of the Japanese American Incarceration During World War II and a Librarian Who Made a Difference have continued to stay hopeful while in internment

The crowd swiftly became silent, The chirps of the bird and the soft voice of Mary Warren. I couldn't prepared for what happened. Standing behind a stocky man wearing a darker coat with a scared silver buckle. Looking over his blocky shoulders, I get a small glimpse of my love, John Proctor, with his shimmering eyes and approachable smile. The townspeople took shame upon him for conspiring with witchcraft. I couldn't take the what I had created, I town ready to believe the most prided people in village. That's all I wanted to see. Closing my eyes, I listen and find the whistling wind which calmed me like after the attack when I lost my parents. The men exchang words as they take him to the filth ridden bars. The whistling wind repeats as I open my eyes. The crowd moves to go their separate ways. Standing by myself, I could recognize only the wind whistling.

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

I glanced up at the clock. It was 12:18. Mrs. Ewert exclaimed, “One or two problems guys.” My heart sunk to my toe. I had langage arts next. Mrs. Berntson was coming back to school after her son went missing. My friends say that she is seeking revenge and locking up kids. I tried not to think about it and did a math problem, I knew they were exaggerating. The bell rang and Mrs. Ewert excused the class. I slowly walked down the crowded hallway. I turned the corner and could see her crusty, burnt door. Now I could believe my friends, Mrs. Berntson has gone crazy! I looked across the hallway and could see my friend, Will. You could tell by his face that he was scared to go in.

The room was musty and dimly lit. A heavy curtain was drawn across the only window, allowing only a slight and pathetic slant of balmy sunlight to slip in. Faintly, the air tasted of dog urine and stray fur—a fusty undertone hovering beneath ghostly.

“But the curtains hid his vile habits, the smell of the perfume made her gag, and the clean sheets stank of his sweat by the time he was done with her. Oh, how she hated the smells of that bed!” She felt disgusted by the smell of Clay’s bed and its perfume because the bed was where she was forced to endure

The floorboard in the hallway creaked again. Emma flew off the bed and dashed for cover behind the silk dressing screen. Her heart pounded. Sweat trickled down the side of her face. Trembling, she peeked around the edge of the screen and watched as a tall figure entered the room. When he stepped into the light of the fireplace, her hand flew to her mouth to silence the gasp. It could not be him. He would never poison her mother. Would