Narrative Essay: Hunterberry's New House

This book report is over Haunted Houses by Patricia D. Netzley. The book is part of a series called The Mystery Library. The main goal of the series is to examine strange and often unbelieveable or unexplainable events. The author’s writes this series and her other books for the age range of kids to young adults. This book in particular goes into depth about the history of haunted house and everything surrounding them like sightings, ghosts, poltergeist, speaking to spirits, and investigation.

Letting himself in the front door, David led Bill to his bedroom. Opening the door, he gasped. The floor was completely repaired. It looked exactly as it had the night before. It even had the creaking boards in the same places. ‘I-I swear that what I told you was true! I’m not crazy! You’ve got to believe me, Bill! Please!’

Nathaniel sat on his horse beside the local ironmonger's shop. There wasn't a light on in the whole street, but he would see it coming. Most had decided to make it an early night but some, those who also knew of its route, were peering out from windows. Constantly parting gaps in the curtains, where several faces gawked. The elderly, curious children. Families peering out as though they knew something awful, yet sickeningly festive, to their community was on the verge of passing their properties. Everyone was waiting for it and they knew of Nathaniel's intentions of trapping, hopefully killing, the mischievous being. Not everybody was happy to

Maybe four or five is his guest... There is that slight dank smell that all big empty old houses have that haven't had a good dusting or the introduction of human scent... The place is amazingly clean to have been abandoned for so long... Lest work he'll have to do... He slowly begins an inspective march through the bottom floors, passing the grand piano, looking sideways at the keys as his feet continues on to the next room... A parlor or such... Maybe a dinning room... Yep... A china cabinet still stocked... He won't be needing much.... He enters now a smaller room, sunk a few steps lower than the main floor... This was someone's study... A big writing desk, book shelves stocked with a variety of subjects, but mostly music and art.... He deduces that the last occupant was the owner of the German grand piano in the first room... The last and final occupant... He couldn't see how anyone else after him would have the same tastes as to keep everything as it was... He was pretty sure it was a him, and not a her; and despite the great size of the place, it was not a family either.... This was a single man's

I am glad to hear you are looking at Oxford Houses. I know they are all over San Antonio as well as other cities. I looked at their openings today and there are many. There was even one in our old neighborhood Braun Station. They are a great program. You should keep looking into them. There are many options open for your future. You just have to learn to use the tools to get there. Something you said in your letter said a lot more than you had intended. You said for you to go to Oxford House you needed us to get you out of jail. You said if you had to do a year in jail then you were going to go back to a life on the streets. That sounds like you are trying to hold me an emotional hostage. Damian if what you want is my

On this date worker visited the residence of Ms. Mary Hill, for the purpose of assessing her need for services. It took Ms. Hill about 15 minutes to come to the door due to hearing loss. Ms. Hill was unable to hear worker knocking on door. Once inside the home the smell of urine was very dominate. Ms. Hill invited worker to have a sit but then changed her mind because the only cushion in the home was wet. Ms. Hill stated, "Sorry I pee a little sometimes."

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when someone says, haunted houses? Scary? Ghosts? Studies show that people hear and see things that aren’t there when they are scared or frightened. Leading them to report “paranormal” activity. Haunted houses make people do that. But, in order to successfully understand the Amityville haunting, one must know the murderer of the family, the other family who purchased the home, and how the haunting of the house started.

The front door slammed shut. The man jumped, and knocked over a lamp. He thought, “Someone’s following me” and exited the house through the closest window, cleverly (or so he thought) escaping. He limped to the front of the house and noticed his car was missing. Henceforth, he opened the creaking front door. He

Even though the gruesome, ghastly and demonic story known as “The Landlady” ends in a disturbing way, it portrays many characteristics about the protagonist, Billy. There are numerous ways to characterize Billy, a 17-year-old kid on his first business trip in the strange city of Bath, England. Billy begins his journey to a hotel known as the Bell and Dragon but stumbles to a halt when he sees a seemingly cozy bed and breakfast that catches his eye. For a few pages everything seems great; unfortunately for Billy, he has some flaws which ultimately lead to his shocking death at the hands of a demented landlady. These are curiosity, a tendency to miss important clues, and gullibility.

reader feel a sense of dread and despair because unlike the house the reader knows the owners

The rain poured down on Will’s windshield as he sped along the highway. The rain had started lightly in the morning, but now it was a full blown storm. If it continued any longer, he would soon be obliged to pull over. After three more hours of driving he had no choice but to stop at a town called Tilt Cove. The only place to stay was a dimly lit hotel. The lobby had ten lights, but four were burnt out, making it quite creepy. When he checked in their only room left was room 13. The woman at the front desk told him the room was new and only three people had stayed in it before him so he was lucky. When he opened the door, he gazed into the room. The room was minuscule and simple, there was a bed, a washroom, and a bedstead with a blood red vase on it with three roses in it.

The Abandoned house stood there, with fog rising to the sky. Lights flickered being the only light in the dark….. The fog dragged a cold breeze, that sent a chill up my spine, this house has been here forever and nothing like this has ever happened before, I gulped and strolled into the cold night fog. As I approached the house, the door slowly opens and a Shadow steps towards me. The weather just dropped like 40 degrees, I don't like this at all.

1. Joss Whedon says that ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ is “your basic horror movie taken apart; five kids go to a cabin in the woods to have a fun weekend of partying and possibly sex… and are therefore dismembered”. Whedon and Goddard have in essence tried to create a movie with roots tied to the horror genre; it is simply your common slasher movie where the characters are killed off one by one till there is either one person left or none for that matter. ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ also has ties to other genres such as comedy, this can be seen in scenes such as where they are all sitting around in the main room, playing truth or dare, and Jules is dared to kiss the wolfs head on the wall, also in the scene where Marty

High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense haunted house he didn’t dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor, with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was gold, and he had

Twas the night before Christmas, pale and yellow moonlight illuminated a house deep in the woods. Tall pine trees surrounded the house, like giants pointing at the inky black sky. Flurries of snowflakes swirled in a hurry around the house. The house stood alone and abandoned, adorned with Christmas lights, but not the ones you would see on any ordinary house. Some lights were fading, once bright and colorful but now a former shell of what they once been. Others burned out in a spark while the ones left were shattered. The front door was decorated with a rug that could be mistaken as an animal. The tree inside the house was not in the most pristine condition, either. The tree slumped in a dark corner. The top of the tree stretched out like bony fingers grasping at the air. The shiny, glinting ornaments that once fashioned the tree were now shattered. The wallpaper plastered to the wall was now peeling off, like it was rotting. The paint on anything on the house was now faded and chipping away. Stale air filled with dust occupied the house. The house was indeed creepy and not in the most pristine condition. Even more mysterious, the house would only ever appear on the night of Christmas Eve. Despite this, many local teenagers and explorers were drawn to the house. Anyone who was brave enough or dumb enough would enter and see the house in its deteriorated state. One Christmas Eve night many years ago, an explorer had stumbled across the house. He had been in the snow for what