Mr. Ccase's Short Story: The Haunted House

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

Crumpled newspapers scattered the table like the bones of dead bodies after war. Windows wiped down of memories huddled between oak frames, facing a street with cosy cottages. Single embroidered carpets hugged the floor, covering the marble tiles in delicate silk. A whisper of wind floated in through cracks of the panes of glass, whispering it's songs of misery throughout the house. I breathed in gulps of air, allowing the icy coolness to fill my lungs, and the morning frost creep out. My glistening blue eyes presented purple bags, and my sleek hair was a tangled cobweb. My feet dragged along the stone floor like the walking of the undead. I’d been up all night, searching and seeking for answers.

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

A purple dusk splashing over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. When the sun set, no candle replaced it. Only the lustrous spark in glossy eyes to spare. Under the willow trees, the leaves lay deep and so crisp that a lizard made a great skittering if he ran among them. Elegantly, the innumerable flashing fragments lay shining in midst of the church. Ahead, the path vivaciously glistening like white quartz, yet raindrops on the weary concrete was all it was.

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 sun broke through the grey and breathed life into the awakening city. The woman’s eyes though opened, were empty and moved accordingly to the flock of doves that soared through the chilled air. She gazed at the beautifully choreographed dance above where delicate wings formed prominent silhouettes against the comforting rays. The ancient apple tree which only last month was a mess of unruly twigs and withered leaves had now flourish into a bounty of lively red apples that heralded the Springtime. The richness of the sanctuary generated distant and painful memories in her head like the scenes of a tragic movie. She could still picture the remorseful look in the man’s eyes during his last breath. Her father, a man of ambitions and responsibilities, was not the father to throw her into the sky and tell her how much he loved

On Wednesday 12:43:02 pm at Buckley Middle school Justin Hernandez and Maxwell Brown had a fight. In the lunch line Maxwell was speaking to and joking with his friends and accidentally shoved Justin, who was paying for his lunch our Cafeteria Manger Mrs.Glump observed. Justin disliked Maxwell already (one of our students Jamie, who has social studies with both has seen what boys do), so when he shoved him he thought he was starting a fight which resulting in him turning around and punching Maxwell. Maxwell then decided to fight back and within a couple minutes’ students and staff caught on and pulled the two apart which student Anthony Jones witnessed.

Underhill listened carefully as Malvinē served dinner to Clement in the kitchen. She had called him once and no more. He had refrained from making any more contact with her, due to his injury. Though vampire blood calmed an angry werewolf, it did not work in vice-versa. His nerves were frayed, the slightest noise in the house sent him on edge. He decided to stay in his office and avoid any unnecessary injury’s with Malvinē. Yet despite this effort, Malvinē could not put aside her caring effort. It wasn’t long before her feet shuffled close to his office door. She knocked.

The lights encased in their glass cases were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. They were hanging from dainty looking poles, flowers engraves in the dark metal. My eyes lit up with every look I gave, in every direction I looked, it was the most beautiful place I had ever been in. The path under my feet was made of concrete, but it was the color of the night sky, black with little white stars dotting in every direction. The tall oak trees that seemed to wrap around the path made it seem even more inviting to me. The temperate fall air was blowing against my rounded cheeks, causing small bits of pollen to stick to my dew dusted face. The sound of music was emanating from the building ahead of me, more lights seemed the shine from that

The moonlight illuminated a dripping figure that emerged from a shimmering lagoon, as if covered in liquid metals. Glitter rained down from his head as he ruffled his hair, the view of him walking back up the path to us was like a scene from a movie. The moon was the fullest I’d ever seen it, teetering on top of Silver Lake. Summer noise was my favorite thing, the crackling fire a few feet from me, leaves above me whispering to the sky, even the low rumble of

It was a late cloudy Saturday off day at the end of September. It was just a week before the opening of the haunted house , Dominoe had no told anyone of her plan for that day . Dominoe had set up a schedule for the medium brother and sister to show up at around four. She wanted to get some kind of permission and keep it secret at the same time for what she was about to do . She walked to the part of the school that she dreded , she bumped into Ms. Candie Rivet , the casting room director . Ms. Candie has been a volunteer for years there , her son was brought to the school for help . During her sons time in learning she devoted her time to helping raise money to keep the school open . She had redish short blonde hair in her fifties . She also had keys to both the haunt and the active school. “ Can I help you sweetie ?” She said with a smile , she had so much sweetness in her. “ Hi I'm Dominoe the exective director of the

A warm breeze passes through the house as Neva tries to air the various rooms out. Birds chirp outside of the windows and leaves rustle beneath them, but she doesn't stop cleaning to enjoy the beautiful day. Her mother walks by and jokingly chants a snippet from an ancient cartoon. "Cinderella, Cinderella," she sings. The young girl cracks a smile and giggles at the comparison. "I just want things to look and smell nice for when he gets here, that's all," she responds. "If I could get you to work this hard all the time, this place would look like a mansion," Her mom says with a coy smile. They exchange a look before chuckling and moving on in their conversation.

As I left the classroom, I could feel the heat burning on my skin. When I saw the lake, I went towards the lake for the breeze. The lake itself however smelled like eggs rotting but the cool breeze was worth smelling the eggs rotting away. The sun was burning and as I sat on the hard rock, I could feel the heat rising.

It was a sunny morning the streets were honking filled with cars. I called my friend over so we could play baseball. Ethan had told me that there was a haunted house on Halloween that was the scariest in town. I was never a big fan of Halloween all the costumes, people coming to your house that's weird. And plus this haunted house we are supposed to go to is right by the woods. “Ethan I don't think i'm going to that place it's right by the woods”. Ethan was looking at me like I was crazy, “ ARE YOU NUTS! We are going no matter what and we are going to bring James as well”.

“In the year of 1989, there was a street named Elm, in the state of Wyoming. Few chose to live on that street, and they all knew about the haunted house, up on the hill, on the west side of town, coming off of Elm. Once, I spent the week with some friends and, Halloween came upon us, while I stayed with them.” I was telling my first-grade brother and his friends stories to scare them out of their wits. Besides, no one wants little kids tagging along with you to go trick or treating, when you could go with your friends to Haunted Houses, and not ones set up by the town hall. “We were just about to pass the house, not thinking anything of it, when we heard a moan coming from Old Man Reaper’s house.” Their eyes grew wide with fear. Mr. G.