Neva's Short Story: The Haunted House

“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.

“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”

"What are we going to do?" asked Miranda who was shaking of fear. Jack replied, "I don't know yet." While Nick was thinking of a solution he looked up to see Elle tearing up. "What is wrong?" asked Nick. "How could he try to kill us?" Elle replied. This was a question Nick could not answer. Alan emerged from the trees, "Trying to escape?" he asked sarcastically. Alan grabs Elle and holds a dagger to her throat. "Put her down!" exclaimed Nick. "I will do anything, just put her down." Nick begs. "Anything? Well, if you offer anything I would much prefer you to accompany me as a ghost." Alan states rather grimly. "Fine, take me instead." Nick agrees. Alan drops Elle and grabs Nick instead. As Alan was about to kill Nick, another ghostly figure emerged from the shadows. This figure was a woman. She exclaims, "Stop! Ghosts may not use their freedom to seek

She pulls her scarlet coat closer wintry wind pushes by. Her delicate features scrunch up in discomfort as the bitter air pricks skin. Maria squints her radiant, jade eyes at the multitudinous papers posted on the wall and sees the multiple reports of missing people. As she warily strolls further down, she notices a large chalkboard covered with an innumerable amount of names. There is space beside the name Alma, and Maria furrows her eyebrows in confusion while searching for a writing tool. Her fingers desperately dig into the snow and uncover a small piece of white chalk. She scribbles her name down, and as she turns around her eyes find a doll that looks identical to her resting within the shop. Her emerald-colored eyes widen like saucers as she inspects the doll. The urge to go to the doll burns bright inside her, as if she is a moth to the flame. She looks at the oddly shaped door, her stomach churning in suspicion. The door is jammed and she gives it one final push with her shoulder, turning around in disappointment. The door opens to reveal her look alike, within her reach! Maria darts towards the doll, but not before nearly tripping over a moving object. Her breathing grows ragged as the doll heads over to the door, its entryway shutting. Her eyes slowly move back to the center table, where the doll no longer stands. Maria's green orbs finally rest on the doll. While debating whether

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

“Yes ma’am” Jasmine responded.In short, coming in from her house bawling her eyes out with tears all the way down to her chest. “Why is this in our mail,this must be a mistake” Jasmine asked with a tone in her voice that would make you think she was a grown man.

Kara stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off before wrapping the cloth around her naked body. She stepped in front of the mirror, pulled the tie out of her locks, and fluffed out her long curly red hair. Her cheeks were flushed and rosied. She couldn’t be sure if it was from the heat of the shower or the anticipation of the events to come this evening. Tonight was the night. For years, she’d watched the other girls in her community come of age and

Dad can I go to my friend’s Neve’s house on Friday (after school) PLEASE (Shanali, Julia, Abby, and Hanna are going be there too). Neve said that we would go to here house after school and then at 4ish we would go to Chinatown for dinner and then go back to her place. She said that we will be back around 8 or 9 and she could drop me off at our house (because she lives just near by us and the school) or you can pick me up from her house. Mom said it was ok, but she wants me to ask you to. So can I go because I never went to a friends house (in 5-4 years to be exact) or hanged out with them, and they been asking if could hang out for a long time. So can I PLEASE go.

The sun was slowly starting to set as the forest was getting darker and darker. The walk wasn’t as long as He had thought it would be, but he felt weary. This village looked just like his home village, the people were downcast and sad inside. He really wanted to get out of there as soon as he could. He followed the map and easily found Lilith’s house. As george got closer and closer to the door, I saw a sign that said “I can take it all away”. He didn’t know what that meant but he felt a sudden urgency and he needed to get this over with. I knocked the door, and a lady who seemed to be in her early thirties opened it. She had long white hair, but barely any wrinkles. She wore a long emerald green dress, and her and had a beaded necklace . I asked her right away about my

It was snack time in the Indoor Classroom. Sami was sitting next to Amaris and was positioned across from me at the table in the Play Dough Area. When I distributed the snacks which consisted of berries and plain yogurt, Amaris asked for both the berries and plain yogurt; however, Sami only asked for the plain yogurt. Sami was looking down, starring at his plain yogurt. The moment that I served Amaris, she started to mix the berries with the plain yogurt. Sami turned his head to the side and saw Amaris mixing the berries and plain yogurt. I watched for a few minutes as Sami was concentrated looking at what Amaris was doing. Sami asked with a kind talk for a second portion, but specifically asked if I could put the berries to

Lilly Smith was playing with her dolls in the garden front side of the house from last 2 hours. Lilly had made a beautiful soil house for her dolly. Her both hands and apparel were utterly filthy with dirt, but she was looking happy because she had just completed her soil house. At last she decorated dolly's house with sparkle dust. It was looking fascinating. Now it's time for dolly to get into her sweet home and take rest. She laid down her dolly on soil bed inside the house and covered with a blanket (her

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

The sharp rapt of knuckles on the door pulled me away from studying the sign. A moment passed, then a woman with short white hair, and a wrinkled face opened the door. “Hello, I’m Ms. Anderson!” she greeted us, as she smiled down at me. I felt my anxiety increase at her expectant face, and I immediately hid behind my mom’s legs. The adults all chuckled at my antics. Ms. Anderson laughed and said that they were always a bit shy at first.

“Oh, crap!” yelled William he pulled the covers over his head. “please don't kill me, I'm sorry

“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.