Personal Narrative Essay

“No I am perfectly fine thanks. But really I was in the upstairs room of the building you know and there was a mirror and a monster and…”

“Some of the furnishings and beds could use an update. The pool table was an amenity we were looking forward to using but it was broken.”

through the foyer, two dining rooms, the kitchen, the down stairs bathroom, and finally the living room. That's when she

"Ariana, I need to find myself," Kathryn looked back at her house, still holding the violin. “I don't think anywhere but Paris would be where I need to be.” she replied.

“We’re here. It’s a mess, but there’s a toilet and bath you can use for the time being.” When I look around inside, I see that it’s a simple studio apartment. He sits me down on the sofa, then immediately gets me some warm milk.

Ellie introduces herself to the officer behind the front desk. She inquires after the Sheriff. “Hey, Mickey!” he shouts. “There is a real cutie out here asking for you!”

“Not yet, but she should be.” Anna headed up stairs. We should probably talk in our room else she’ll expect a full day’s report when she does get home.” I followed Anna up to what had become our bedroom since I moved in. It was a good-sized room, with a large window on the far wall with two beds on each side, and a night stand in between. My side of the room was pretty bare, I hadn’t brought a lot with me, other than a couple of books, clothes and my laptop. But I set up what I did bring on the dresser. Anna’s side was

“That’s kinda morbid…” says Lana. She pushes open the door and walks inside the school.

"Yeah, I couldn't do all this-" he motions around, "-by myself. So, were you planning on staying? You came a long way to get here. Did you drive or

Halla invites me in. The house already seems different, even smells different. Sea air has been allowed to seep into the corners, inflating the rooms with a salty freshness. There is a vase of tulips on the kitchen table. The curtains are tied neatly together with orange ribbon. In the uncluttered space, an old inked sketch of a puffin sits renewed in a white frame on the window sill.

“Thought I made it clear I do.” I shot back digging into my mac and cheese.”I’m just wondering what the hell you doing.”

    Hesitantly, Camilla said, “Oh, um… sure!”. She walked into the house to see it furnished with cushioned chairs, soft looking couches, and metallic tables. On the fireplace mantle, there was a painting of the woman and her husband, along with a boy and girl, possibly their children.

As Cora stepped off the elevator, the echo of her pointy heels ceased as they were absorbed by the thick floor. The halls of the hotel were heavily dated with lush green and tan patterned carpet, low dingy ceilings, and thick floral wallpaper. She turned the corner of the long, narrow hallway and laid eyes on the room. All of the doors in the hotel were the same shade of glossy tan with a silver hey reader above the handle except 23B. This room seemed to be untouched for years, the door was made of rotted splintering wood with 23B painted on the front in red paint.

“All right, that’ll be the room right in the center,” she chirped. “You can’t miss it.”

“It’s Ivana’s house. Her parents just bought it, and they are throwing a house-warming shindig. If you want, we could get out of the car and go inside,” Johnny whispered as the stroked my cheekbones lightly with the tips of his fingers, and then switching with his nails.