Mr Laurence House Empty The Next Morning

After the adrenaline disappeared, he started to question himself and his stupidity - just why did he have to hide? This was his turf, ever since he decided that he, from now on, would live there. It wasn 't as if something dangerous was chasing him - it was... The man peeked over to see what had been blocked from his view before, and he saw a scene that was all-too-familiar with him before his eyes; a dealing between a drug dealer and an addict (a quite chubby one at that).

The scream for help strewn her nerves everywhere, and her hands now shook with fear. As she looked ahead to the large bay window again, she saw something she hoped to never see again.

We Entered the Fully furnished antique home avoiding the broken glass pieces stuck around the perimeter of the window. The wallpaper was peeling and the furniture was eaten up by mice and rats. We walk around the room for five minutes silent until Grayson breaks the silence of course saying “Woah creepy” pointing at the large family portrait with each face smudged out with black ink. “Well let's look around then just leave” I say with Aleisha backing me up. “Nah nah” Grayson alluded in perfect harmony with my brother adding “Leigh Settle its just a house an old house”. “The Pattison Murder house where like everyone in the family was apparently killed by the son” Aleisha interjected. “Key word there, apparently” Grayson laughed rolling his eyes.I let out a slight sigh as I walked down the Hall with Aleisha. The Floors creaked and parts of the ceiling were smothered with Black

“Who could that possibly be? No one cares to ever visit me,” Edward thought as he jumped up from his chair in which he was just previously reading a magazine. He smiled at the idea of having company for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He straightened up and shouted, “Just a minute!” over his shoulder towards the front door. He ran over to his mirror, fixed his hair, and buttoned his collar before heading towards the door. He arrived at the door and peered through the peephole at a nice-looking lady standing on his front porch. She wore a lovely lavender pantsuit with a matching hat, pearl earrings, and glasses that nearly took up her entire face. Edward trusted her already. So he unlatched the seventeen locks on the inside of the door and opened the door wide as he put on a welcoming smile. “May I help you?” Edward asked while still holding that award-winning

He was seated at Carmelo’s, the local diner in his usual seat in a booth by the door. Close enough that it was a mere ten steps for him to leave but far enough away that he couldn’t feel the rush of heat or cold when people came inside. He was glancing at the menu, mainly for show since he ordered the same meal every time he came into the diner; a black coffee and a turkey sandwich. He heard the steps of the waitress and put down the menu. He looked up and there she was.

Jen blushed; she’d said too much. Mrs Laurence had never shown much interest in her private life, and had never revealed anything about her own; she was making polite conversation. She was filling her water bottle at the sink, and craning her neck to see something in the street. Whatever she’d seen through the window had reassured her and now she was all business.

It was the next morning after Phillip Higginbotham had gone to the Rabinowitz’s house for dinner, and he had realized something! He realized that he showed up to the dinner invite wearing a dress coat, but forgot to take it from the coat rack on his way out. He knew it was a gamble, but he decided to drive over to the Rabinowitz home this sunny, humid, morning to retrieve the coat. As he pulled up to the Rabinowitz home, Susannah could see that it was him through the living room window. Still flustered from their moments in the kitchen the night before, she made sure her hair was somewhat decent in the mirror on the wall, and then wrapped a light shawl around her shoulders. She then headed for the front door in anticipation for him to ring

It was a stressful day for young Ms. Slavi White, a seventh grade blond girl at Linton Middle School. This was mostly due to the fact that a male classmate named Manny Freeman had been stalking her since 6th grade. Manny had a huge crush on her, and constantly strived to get her attention by stuffing tons of love letters into her cubbies and emailing her obscene photos. Due to Manny’s desperation, Slavi felt uneasy and was also disgusted in him. Slavi thought he smelled like rotten cheese all the time and looked as if he was raised by hobos. He always wore the same shirt and pants that were covered in dirt and mud. His greasy, clumpy hair looked like his last bath was ages ago. In addition, Manny wasn’t a good student.

Jarrod Cross arrived at her offices, and unknotted the mauve and white neck-tie he wore with a pale blue silk shirt, and a three thousand dollar grey Armani suit. It had only been a short walk for the thirty-three year old man with shortish light brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and athletic body of one who regularly played tennis and squash, from the downtown office where he ran a one-man stock consulting business, and kept his own hours. He'd whistled the entire way. For a man who was supposedly depressed, Jarrod was in a good mood, however he deliberately changed his apparent demeanour by curling his lips down into a scowl, rubbing his eyes with his palms to redden the irises, and roughly mussing the hair on his scalp until each strand stood up straight, before he pushed through the entrance door.

Three weeks after we had settled into Grandpa Greene’s whitewashed bungalow mom and I were sitting at the dinner table, next to two empty chairs when the telephone rang in the middle of franks, macaroni and cheese, and my least favorite Brussels sprouts. As mom rose to answer, I seized the opportunity to heap some macaroni and cheese on top of the lopsided pile of Brussels sprouts. I was smiling to myself at the clever way I’d camouflaged the sprouts when mom let the phone fall with a clattering clang and a single sob-absolutely devastated. She sank to the floor, still dressed in her work scrubs—a yellow and green bunny printed top and purple pants she’d worn to the hospital where she treated sick kids. Her long auburn hair was pulled up into a messy twist, with strands falling down around her pretty perfect features now pinched and stretched. “It was dad.”

The duo sped through back roads of their little shore town, belting 90’s country music at the top of their lungs. The doors of his black 2002 jeep were off and the top was down so the warm summer air surrounded them on their drive. The breeze swept her long blonde hair out of her freckled face and into the salty sea air. Brennan admired the way she left it to lay naturally as opposed to many other girls, but he knew she was never one to do as others did. Her bright blue eyes captivated him, drawing him in time and time again. Her face was beautifully fresh, free of any makeup or blemishes. He preferred to see her this way, anyway. Her ratty soccer tee shirt hung off her bare shoulders, concealing her plain black bikini top. The sun

So there she stood, listening to the clock. Each tick sounded off at half the speed of her heartbeat. Each tick brought her one second closer to her moment of anguish. Then she noticed Jenifer Harris, the girl in front of her. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Her skin was without blemish, and she always seemed happy, ready to laugh at one of the boy’s jokes or all of the boys’ jokes; she wasn’t picky. Every day she had the same crimson bow in her hair. Her grandmother gave it to her, and after years of use, it had not lost its vibrance.

After finishing his coffee, Andrew kissed Margaret goodbye. “I’m going to the cleaners this morning and have lunch with Sally before going to the grocery store. I’ll be home in plenty of time to prepare your dinner. Don’t panic if you call and I’m not home,” she said as Andrew left for work.

In the end, Tom’s long-awaited shower did little to relieve the tension in his body, and stepping out of the cubicle, he wiped a hand over the steamy bathroom mirror and carefully studied his reflection. Dozens of tiny water droplets clung to his hair, the shimmering beads eventually losing their precarious hold in rhythmic drips, sending a trail of moisture down his chiseled cheeks and onto his smooth chest. Stress had etched deep lines around his eyes, the weary, pained expression becoming more familiar with each passing day as the new, disenchanted Tom Hanson fought for dominance over the old. However, just beneath the surface, a faint light was beginning to glow, stubbornly resisting the slow, rotting decay of his soul by courageously fighting through the enveloping darkness. It was proof he wasn’t ready to give up, no matter how hard the road ahead might be, and it was that distant glimmer that kept him pushing forward, one slow step at a time toward wellness. He was nervous about his upcoming boys’ night out with Doug, and while he recognized it wasn’t a huge leap forward, it was a leap forward nonetheless, and he felt immensely proud of himself for agreeing to it. Only a few days ago, he would have conjured up some lame excuse as to why he couldn’t go, but now, despite his trepidation, he was actually looking forward to spending some quality time with the young officer. Their relationship was important to him, and he was determined to get it back on track so

The man sat down in the old and decaying chair, his physique stiff with anxiety. It didn’t take a penny to see how frightened he was, Emme saw this even with her old, shrunken eyes. The man was facing her, but not looking at her. He reminded her of a shameful child who’s afraid to tell their parents that they broke a lamp while playing baseball in the house. Emme had a curious soul, but had no need to wonder why the man was nervous. After all, she was declared insane after she murdered fifteen people in a fire.