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Amy’s eyes wandered from her book to look out of the high windows of the living room. Nothing was there, just snowflakes lightly falling through the sky. Still Amy shivered. She felt uneasy and little scared, all alone in the Morgan’s big house. Little Isabelle, the baby, was sound asleep in her nursery upstairs. Amy almost wished the baby would wake up. At least there would be human sounds in the house to keep her company.
Amy tried to keep her attention on the history book she was reading. Her teacher had warned the class that there might be a quiz on Monday morning. But it was difficult to concentrate, and Amy’s eyes kept wandering off the page to look out into the dark night. She must have done into a daze, staring out the window at the lightly falling snowflakes. Because, suddenly, every muscle in her body jumped when she heard the sound of the front door opening. Amy listened to the click of the latch and then the slight creak of the heavy door as it moved. She even felt a cold draft move through the living room just as she heard the door shut again.
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She called out in a frightened voice to Mrs. Morgan. And there was no answer. Only a dead silence in the big house. Amy felt her heart began to pound. Could it have been the wind that pushed the door open and closed? Or had someone come into the house? Amy shank into a ball on the couch. She was suddenly afraid to move. Then she heard something that made her blood run cold. Footsteps. Heavy
It was a cold foggy Friday night in Summit's Peak. Lauren was walking her six blocks home from her friend Mandy’s house. The streets were deserted, not a sole in sight. Lauren was thinking about her birthday, which was the following day. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t hear the clinking of boots following her only forty yards back. Pulled out of her train of thought when she heard someone cough behind her, Lauren jumped. Realizing she was not alone she whipped her head around to see who coughed, but there was nothing there. “Hello?” Lauren questioned her voice wavering. There was no reply “Maybe I’m just imaging things,” mumbled Lauren.
It was a sunny mid-April afternoon when Hugh and John raced through the green grass lawn, up the sidewalk, and into the house after school (675). The moment Hugh walked into his house he felt something was wrong. The house seemed empty and cheerless as they made their way to the living room. “What’s the matter, Brown?” John asked. “You look so white.” Hugh had gained his composure. “Nothing. Let’s go to the kitchen” (676). John had noticed that something affected Hugh the moment he stepped foot inside the house. The way Hugh’s body froze signified that something was wrong. The last time Hugh had felt this way reminded him of the other time (676).
Staring up at the house, she listened. The constant banging of the door against its frame, and the eerie sound of a malevolent snicker echoing throughout the empty rooms were the only sounds she heard.
It was early one summer afternoon, shortly after lunchtime, when I heard my mom scramble towards the door. There was little noise, besides her loud stomps and faint cries through the drywall. The wind whistled faintly through my slightly open windows. Suddenly, the air conditioning kicked in startling me. It sounded as if it was a faint boat in the distance. I could make out the sound of the air conditioning through my vents. My brother’s television powered on, as well as my dad’s. They whispered silently through the insulation. Eventually, it all turned off and once again there was my mom’s loud stomps and faint cries.
“Mama, cover doors and windows. Everyone go to the bedroom, and put your masks on,” I directed, calmly. When I got to the bedroom, everyone was huddled around each other, with a white cloth on their face. Suddenly, the room became dark. You could hear the heavy breathing of everyone in the room, yet you couldn’t see anyone. The storm felt like it lasted for days, but only really lasted a few minutes. When I got back to the dining room table, I saw a letter on the table from the bank.
Sunlight leaked from the small hole in the wall. Unlike the ridiculously good weather, ear piercing- screaming, devastated crying and wicked laughter caused goosebumps on Soon-Young’s arms. She lazily rubbed her eyes. Her whole body felt sore- her muscles ached painfully each time she attempted to stand up. Soon-Young blinked her eyes. She wished that she was experiencing a vivid hallucination after what she saw. She realized she wasn’t in home.
The young student bangs around the kitchen in search of the month old box of Froot Loops he’s stretching out for all its worth. His hands furiously open the stark white linoleum cabinet to the left of the stove and rummages in it for a minute before finding the cardboard box. He sets it down on the cold slippery countertop before shuffling sleepily to the fridge. The cold air that blasts in his face is a sharp contrast from the muggy temperature of his studio apartment thanks to his broken air conditioning. Shaky hands grab the carton of milk and close the fridge door. He bangs around the kitchen once more to find a lone bowl and a spoon in a cabinet because all the other ones are sitting in the sink begging for someone to wash them. The creaking
Bewildered, she found herself not in the kitchen, but in the attic. For as long as she could remember, her parents had expressly forbidden her from entering the mysterious room. Now she understood why; At the far end of the room, among all of the clutter and jumble, was a door. In the light of day, Avery would not have given it a second glance, but in the half-light that emanated from her feeble candle, the door seemed different; Somehow eerie and sinister. Despite its great craftsmanship, years of wear had nevertheless taken their toll on the once delicate frame, and scratches etched their way across the old wooden panelling. Strings of whispers surrounded her, guiding her to towards the door. Slowly, she reached out one trembling hand, knowing that despite her fears, she must open it. What horrors, what wonders, lay on the other side? Avery pushed open the door and stepped
She couldn’t see inside because of the dirt and cobwebs on the windows. When she turned the doorknob to see if it was locked, the door creaked open as if it had been closed for years. Hesitantly she stepped inside the house and saw a group of people sleeping. As she turned around to leave, the floor creaked, so she ran out of the house, afraid she would wake them up.
Her eyes struggled to stay open, slowly blinking but never closing. Droplets from the clouds rolled down the windowpane, like copycats of those running down her face. The night was dark with shadows. The only sounds in the house were the plump raindrops falling on the windowsill, the clinking of beer bottles and the sound of her nervous breath. She had to stay awake for she had left the moment he had passed out on the dusty couch in the living room. Her sweaty palms clutched the leather straps of her bag. Her body shook like a small dog’s and the wind made the trees sway like the ghosts of everything she’d ever known. The sound finally came and so did the closing of her bedroom door.
She nodded and backed away from the house. I turned back towards the eerie entrance and slowly walked inside, “ Daisy? Tom?” I shouted throughout the house. There was no response.
Just as she said that, something slammed into the door again. “Kid, get over here.” The little girl wasted no time in rushes over to and behind Gary. As one, they backed up. The wind outside picked up and the outside window shutters slammed against the side of the house. The house shook as something slammed into the door with enough force for the door to splinter. Whatever was outside wanted in, and it wanted in now. The house rattled and shook with each
“No, Gabriel, we have to get our bags packed, today's the day,” Said Josie. I sat up noticing the monumental amount of light that was pouring into my room through my window. A few minutes later, I decided that I was ready to get out of my bed. While I was getting up, I quickly realized that I wasn’t ready; I got up anyway. My bones were aching worse than a two day old flu shot, and my head spinning quicker than a hurricane. Once I was ready to go downstairs, I picked up a blanket lying on the floor, I then wrapped it around my half naked body, and I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs I headed.
Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is
The house was empty with nothing but dust. Hearing the wind blow and making the house creek an erie noise. Going deeper and deeper in the house, it only got darker and darker. Suddenly a huge smash! Rushing to the sound, only to find a turned over cabinet and an open window. a trail of blood leading towards the wind with a scarf caught on a piece of glass blowing in the wind. Scared to death. Henry ran out of the house and went to the car. He turned around and looked back at the house. He still could see the scarf blowing in the wind. He walked over to the scarf and picked it up. All of a sudden a blast of coldness went straight through his body.