Misconceptions In The Woods Book Report

Anxiety: Lorraine has anxiety to go alone to the cemetery because she has scary of ghosts.

As a child, Callie had gotten told about a story of a girl that was murdered in the middle of the woods. She was also told that the girl, Taryn, still haunts the woods to this day. No one knew if the rumors were true or not, but they had told Callie that people have went into the woods and have not come out. Callie believed that there was a girl murdered in the woods but did not believe that people walked into the woods and did not make it out.

Marilyn thought that she died. Even if not yet, anyway she would die soon: two days without water, in the dark and cold, on concrete floor. Though, she didn’t already feel the thirst, or damp cold, and she didn’t cry anymore. When she heard some noises upstairs, and then shuffling of the feet on the stairs, she raised herself from floor with a timid hope. Accustomed to total darkness, she saw a strip of pale light under the locked door. When the padlock rattled, she stepped closer and stood by the side of the door trying to make out who was it. With her heart wildly beating, she felt terror mixed with a faint hope - was it her fairy rescuer, or cruel tormentor, that came to do away with her.

She looks around and doesn’t see anything. She arrives at school and was playing with her friends when she felt that cold breeze again. She looked around and noticed that the leaves were not blowing in the breeze not even the flag. She began to wonder if the ghost came with her to school. When Amber went inside her classroom and sat down at her desk she saw her pencil move and hi Amber was written on her desk. Amber was scared and excited at the same time. She whispered “are you the ghost from my cabin”, and the pencil wrote YES then dropped on the floor.

The dark, cloudy night approached covering the town of Kingsville. The young girl, Kyara, coming out of the library after finishing packets of homework, stood outside the parking lot waiting for the arrival of her parents. It was midnight and her parents are taking longer than usual. Kyara looked around to see if anyone seemed to be present and she felt a presence of something to be nonexistent. The presence felt stronger and stronger each minute that passed and Kyara became to feel uncomfortable. The wind blew and made a whistle which made her get chills. All of a sudden she heard a voice far away. She turned to see and became surprised of such sight.

The narrator husband –John-- chooses this “haunted house” to help the narrator with her hysterical condition, but the only contact that she has is the husband’s sister and the husband and he is out most of the time and spend nights outside the house because the town is far away, plus he does not allow anybody to visit her or let her to visit family or friends.

After a great win on a cold October night, a group of close friends planned to hang out. After 30 minutes and the group couldn’t think of anything to do, Jesse said he had heard about a real haunted house. They all wanted to go, so Jesse got the directions to the house and off they went. Hannah was the driver because she was more serious and most of them had been drinking. She drove for about 45 minutes when she finally got on the dirt road where the house was, as they got closer and closer to the location of the house they began to get goosebumps and the shivers. John was messing around, like he always did, just trying to weird them all out. As the group of friends reached where the directions they had received, ended, there wasn’t a

His body was motionless and stiff, he looked as if he was sleeping peacefully but the lifeless unemotional expression made me realize that he was never going to take a breath again. Looking at his mouth, it looked like his spirit just slipped out of his body from his mouth and left in such a hurry that her mouth was just left ajar. The spirit seemed no longer attached to his body, but peacefully floating above him. It was a corpse, not a vessel for her spirit to travel anymore, but an empty shell where once existed a person full of life and

She told me she couldn't shake what she had seen. She worried. Would the dogs' owner show up? How about the surviving dog? What if he came back? She hadn't been sleeping, and when she did, she dreamt of the bloody bodies, the torn sides of a billy, the kids crushed into the mud.

He went on to the lake alone and parked on the gravel road. When he got out of the truck, he noticed a woman’s purse lying in the grass. Upon checking it, he discovered it belonged to his Aunt Silva. After looking around, he knew the ghost on the mountainside had grabbed her. After talking with the sheriff and no one believed him, he was angry and promised one day to find the ghost.

You never really liked the woods. Dark and gloomy, the wind slicing your cheeks till they’re are flushed with color. Not to mention the sounds. The crunching of the leaves, the patterning of branches smacking against each other, you could never tell where the sound was coming from, but you did know one thing. The legend, a myth you could say. It's been heard both ways, but all of them end in the same way. Agony. You’ve never believe in such a silly thing as the supernatural or worried about simple paranoia. It was just one of those tales that parents tell naughty children so they would behave. This was one of those tales, but not as innocent more...morbid. The tale is this,

Eerie shadows started appearing behind all objects, and rambunctious kids followed by paranoid parents occupied the sidewalks. Jordyn and her friends decided not to trick or treat this year seeming to be too old for the dressing up and running from house to house with a suitcase dreaded to be carried. Instead the group of girls decided to watch scary movies to set the Halloween mood. Each house’s porch along the way had been lit by jack-o-lanterns and the seasonal mums of fall colors. Smells of bonfires and leaves enlightened Jordyn’s nose along with lavender, having been the smell of shampoo used to wash her hair that was so intrigued with her face. “Only a little more way to go,” she thought to herself pulling her coat closer to her body as the breeze picked up. She looked up from the uneven sidewalks, swiping away the hair that had begun to annoy her, spotting a miniature Winnie the pooh stumbling down the path quite a bit ahead of her. “How cute,” she spoke quietly. She glanced more closely and realized something strange, there was no one else around the child. The last group of trick or treaters and their parents had passed no less than five minutes ago. The only houses ahead lead to a main road

Tied to the cemetery where her remains came to rest, the ghost of Zoey Harris is stuck. The only bright spot in her miserable afterlife is that every October she gets to visit her daughter. It’s typically a quick fly-by to see what costume she’s wearing for Halloween, but this year the five-year-old can not only sense her mother’s essence, she can see her. The adventure begins when Zoey grows more confident in her newfound haunting abilities and decides to sneak a peek and see what her husband has been up to.

A little bit later she heard the laundry room door shut, then she got up to open her bedroom door and nothing was there. So she went back to her room and turned on her television and started watching some episodes of The Walking Dead. While she was watching it she heard a squeak by the front door she turns the television down and gets up to get her flashlight and goes to check if there is anything out there.

Billie arched an eyebrow and looked over at Johnny with her skeptical, hazel eyes. “Are you sure this place is haunted? It just looks like an abandoned house.” It surely wouldn’t have been the first time she went to a “haunted” house on Halloween night only to find out it was just a normal, old house.