Personal Narrative Essay : A Haunted House

It is present day in a small town known as Salem, MA. Its getting closer and closer to Halloween. I see the leaves are beginning to change, the nights are getting cooler, the sounds of tractors in the field harvesting crops, the sight of pumpkins everywhere decorating houses with faces and designs carved into them surround the neighborhood. Salem, MA is a very quiet town where everyone knows everyone and everyone gets along, for the most part.

One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.

Day after day, we would pass the mansion building on our way to and from school. Branches of vines and clusters of moss crawled up the sides of the building. I could see the paint, tearing off the walls. People for years have said the mansion building is haunted, but I don’t believe it. They say people have been possessed and killed there. Olivia, of course, believes every detail anyone tells him. To teach him a lesson, we decided to plan to spend the night in the mansion building this Saturday.

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

“Uhm guys what's that?” Sarah questions as she's shaking of nervousness. As I turn my head to look at what they were talking about I see a very old, rusty, scary looking house.

Someone broke into my car and about $400 worth of cash and items were stolen.

On April 1, 2000, I was placed into a group home because of my behavior at the home. My dad and I didn’t get along. So he sent me to a placed called Bowman House. When I arrived there the first person I met was a lady name Alexander, she begin showing me around the units. Alexander was called the granny of the units. It was two units for the boys and girls. She took me to the boys unit first to look at the units. After I looked at the boys unit she took me to the girls unit. Where I would be staying. I had the chance to bond with Alexander, it wasn’t something I was trying to do it just happen. I had to stay with Alexander until the staff came back from picking the other peers up from school. An hour pass and the peers came back I had to go

Ultimately, after examining the child's location with an ultrasound, the physician informed Dax, "I have to take her for the C-section." I yowled for 10 mins. I was so dissatisfied. I attempted actually difficult! Yet she appeared magnificently. They placed her on my breast, and also I was so delighted that everyone was safe.

Ellie finds the question amusing and chuckles. “Nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Should I expect something in

It was a beautiful night in Chicago. The moon was showering the city with its magnificent light, and the city was booming with noise due to the special event the local movie theaters were holding. The movie theaters were holding a free movie night for some of the top movies of the year 2006. Along with that, they claimed for every person who came, they would donate 50 cents to a local business. Me and my best friend, Zee, slash partner in the detective agency squirmed through the crowd trying to reach the door to our favorite movie of the year “ Monster House”. Even though we both knew that it wasn’t meant for adults we still enjoyed the plot and some of the thrills. As we neared towards the door, we noticed that the crowd had stopped moving and a high pitched scream cut through the air. Me and Zee instantly fought our way through the crowd trying to reach the distressed cry. When we arrived my eyes took a serious tone as I told everyone to evacuate

I jumped up in excitement at the sound of the words “Let’s go to grandma’s house”! I ran to my bedroom and threw on the first thing I saw, I ran back down the stairs and into the bathroom, I grabbed the brush and brushed my hair into a ponytail. I was finally finished and i ran out into the mud room and put on my shoes, I was the first one ready so that means I get the best seat in the car, the one right next to the window.

A wall at Grandpa's house had all the photos of the family. They were all black and white. They were all faded. Some had turned a little bit brown in some spots and some were not really clear at all. But when people looked at them; they all knew who was who and where and when they were taken. Some photos were of groups of people. Some were just of families standing stiff like they were in the milatary. Some were pitchers of just a baby. Some were really silly ones that everyone would look at and laugh. Grandpa had a picture of me, two, with my brothers and sisters. No matter what the picture was, relitives would look at it and then tell the story that went with the photo. All of them were of family and freinds and all of them seemed very special.

the other side stood an old tired man in what seemed to be a butler's

“So kids, every Halloween, it is said that her ghost, roams the empty hallways of this very school, searching for another female student to take her place.” The students were now on the edge of their wooden seats, eyes wide, listening to every word Mr. Morris said. All of a sudden the loud bell breaks the silence, making each one of them jump.

“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.