Opening to a Horror Story Essay

Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.

Such an unusual time, this minute of sleeping. It’s around noon, half past eleven, and the room was so quiet that if you were to listen close you could hear little ants running across to reach the crumbs that had scattered beneath the counter and onto the floor. The walls are quiet, too, with nothing to watch, they close their eyes and rest soundly. The lamps bleed light into the room, but as time passes, the bulbs dim with death and eventually burn out.

“I’m tired.” Richie declared as the last glimmer of light fell below the mountains, The boys stood there in the cold and darkness thinking about what they had been doing. Richie resented himself for what he accomplished, but for once in his life, he was finally

It was in the quiet nights that as the fair teen stared up at his ceiling with sleeping slipping from his grasp, that he questioned everything. Why he was still in the school? What he was going to do next? What could he do? He avoided the truth that his brother broke his promise, that he never coming back and nothing would change

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

When they enter to inspect the house, the protagonist tells them that the old man went on a trip and that everything is in order. With a certain air of triumph, he resolves to sit with his companions in the room where he buried the old man. At that moment, he began to hear the beats of the old man's heart simultaneously, he loses his limits in thought, he believes that the police hear the heart and they know of his crime (Poe

Inside a house with no lights, was a terrifying, curious, small arched window in every room and a staircase going down into a dark basement. Winds blew in through the windows of the house, nothing could be seen outside because of the mist, except for the bird of omen, the crow, perching in the branches of a dead tree. Nine-year-old James, lived with his mother, father and three pets, heard a screeching noise and saw a crow. His father was fighting in a war in another country. James’s mother was a doctor working on an important project in the basement.

The minute my dad pulls open the shining steel door, I bound past him into the room. There, I skid to a sudden stop as I feel the exhilarating anticipation shift to horror.

The darkness seemed to agree with her, and stayed respectfully silent. There really was no one in the room with her. There were no voices outsides, footsteps or even the rustling of trees and bushes in the breeze. It was so quiet that it seemed to scream at her, threatening to deafen her, if it weren’t for the thoughts in her own head, screaming back.

I hadn't seen the door before. It wasn't there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle. It seemed as though once I put my hand on the knob, it was stuck there. I slowly pulled the door open, and I was sucked into the pitch black room. It was so dark that it felt like I had my eyes closed as I floated through the air. Down I went, feeling like every second

I have not been as affected by horror movies as much as those around me. That being said, I am easily frightened by events that happen in a real life event. I believe my numbness movies are due to being subjected to horror films at an early age and my rational idea towards movies. I’ve always been a bit of a skeptic when it comes to horror in movies. The first experience I can recall from a horror movie memory would have to be Scream, coming to DVD when I was six years old. While watching the film I can remember thinking to myself, what is so scary about someone in a mask following people? Why don’t the teens on screen protect themselves? The willing suspension of disbelief was a difficult concept for me to understand until much later in life.

The setting presented in this story has a very dark and gloomy atmosphere which has been used as a technique to help outline the scene. It is set in the one location; a bedroom. Poe describes the room as being “black as pitch with the thick darkness,” which deepens the effect of terror. The night setting gives the text an eerie feel as it focuses on the horrors of night time. This horror creates a noticeable impact which is recognisable when the victim cried out “who’s there?” against the backdrop of frighteningly still silence. Ultimately, the way in which Poe’s story is set builds anxiety and fear in the reader.

“Alright, here we are,” said the father. The father opened the door to a large cabin. The father tapped on the door thrice and the door slowly opened. It was all dark and there were many whispers.

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

Night had fallen and the room was plunged into darkness. It was pitch black and the darkness threatened to swallow everything up. The eerie silence was broken every now and then by sorrowful sobs which could be heard coming from a corner of the room. Suddenly the door swung open and a blinding line of light entered the room. A young boy appeared at the doorway and he flipped on the light switch, which filled the room with light, chasing the darkness away.