Personal Narrative Essay: The Existence Of Demons

Makayla dropped Lacey off at daycare and then was off to work for the rest of the day. When it was finally time for her to go back home for lunch she wasn't feeling right about the whole thing but she did it anyway. She packed up her office and went home for the two hour lunch that she had every day but little did she know she wasn't returning to work today. When she got home she could feel a presence in her house but she wasn't quite sure what it could be and she didn't know if she wanted to find out, so she walked into the kitchen and started making her lunch. Forgetting the bad feeling she had walking through the door. She sat down to eat her lunch when she heard a loud knock coming from upstairs. She was scared but she reminded herself that it was her house and she shouldn't be scared in her own home. So she walked up the stairs and looked in all of the rooms and checked out every little thing that could have made the noise. She walked back downstairs and now she was very frightened. There was someone in her house and she could feel it so she rushed around trying to find out what it could have been. That's when she saw it...him. There was a big shadow in on the wall and she had no idea who it could be or why they were here bit she did know one thing, they didn't belong here! She walked back into the kitchen to get herself a weapon and tried to walk back up to the space when she was grabbed and

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

There are four pillars of the National Honors Society:character, leadership, scholarship, and service. All of these pillars can be applied to every job there is to offer, but it takes a special person being able to manage all of those at once. Out of many, some will succeed and find that managing all of the pillars can be rewarding. I have witnessed this in others, and I have witnessed this in myself.

She walked in the house for the door was open. A large creek of n old door he opened . It echoed throughout the old castle. Strange enough the outside of the house was ugly and old, while the inside was like an enchanted castle that looked as if a king lived there. Everything was sparkling clean, no spider webs, no crumbs just elegance and gorgeousness. A sudden bang was heard upstairs. “ Hello.. Matthew?” she said scared and confused. As she was there to investigate she noticed a scratch on her arm that had been open and bleeding the whole time. She ran out in fear and went home. She was looking out the window when she saw matthew coming back home with black bags. As he knocked on the door it opened and he seemed to be arguing with someone at the door. He looked really frustrated. Suddenly he stopped and turned to Leanna's window where she had been looking. She closed the curtain scared and decided to go to sleep. That night she heard the doorbell ring. “ Oh hey Matthew, what’s up?” Without hesitation he yelled, “Did you go inside my house tell me, did you?” As she looked down at her arm covering it with her arms crossed she said “ No, never.” He uncovered her hand as he looked scared at the cut he said “ I’m sorry, look there’s a demon in my house that has been haunting and feeding off of me and my family. He killed them all... now he scratched you and left his mark in you. The only way he will come after you now is…... through me!” As the possessed Matthew attacked her, she ran upstairs where she knew she had a gun. The lights went dark, she heard a deep breathing as she heard her name being called in a demonic voice. “ LEANNA! Where are you?” Scared for her life she grabbed the pistol she had hidden and started to load it. The house started to shake as a loud frustrated monster like scream was heard throughout the house. The beep in her made her ears bleed as if the

Beep Beep Beep!!! Goes my alarm. It was time for school. Stuck in my bed not wanting to move from this warm comfortable spot, I started digging at the crust in the corners of my eyes. The smell of bacon filled the air in my room pushing me out of the bed and leading me to the hallway. I head to the kitchen where I find my mother

The events in Elisabeth Bower's 'The Demon Lover'; can be explained naturally. The story being as vague as it is leads most to concur with the title of the story and imagine that there is a supernatural aspect in the story. In the short story, Kathleen has returned to her home in London that has been abandoned during the bombing of World War II. She is not expected, yet she finds a letter addressed to her on a table in the hallway. Twenty-five years has past since the leaving of her former lover during World War I. Kathleen's lover is had been presumed dead after months of being missing in action and she has moved on. She is now married to a William Dover and living the countryside with her immediate

In "The Demon Lover," by Elizabeth Bowen, Kathleen Drover returns to London from her house in the country in order to gather some things that she and her husband had abandoned during the bombings of the war. It is a humid, rainy day in late August and her once familiar street is now mostly deserted. The caretaker of her house is supposed to be out of town for a week and her arrival is assumed unknown. Mrs. Drover enters the old musty house and discovers a letter addressed to herself and it is marked with the present date. Curious to know if the caretaker is back in town and a little annoyed by the letter seeming to have no urgency in being mailed to her, she proceeds upstairs to her old bedroom to read it. In utter shock and complete

In a small town, married men keep on disappearing from their cars with only blood smears left behind along a certain deserted road. After research into the victims and other disappearances over the past decade, they believe it to be the ghost of a woman who killed herself after drowning her two children. As a way to get back at her unfaithful husband, she continues to kill men who are unfaithful or secretive to their special other. In the end, they send the ghost to Hell to spend the rest of eternity. This premiere adventure represents a ‘trial’ in Sam’s life, one of many trials that have already been predetermined to happen as Vladimir Propp would reason (Propp

It was back sometime in the summer of 2004 when my life would be uprooted and changed. The day we left, my dad sat me in his bedroom and said he would always be my dad, and that he loved me. My mom had packed all our things in her little white Nissan that worked only half the time, and we made the trek to our new home. The ride was long, and my brother being only three years old was not too happy about that. When we got to the house, the shudders were black and the drive-way was unpaved. In the front yard stood a man I had never seen before. His beer gut was small but obvious enough, what little hair he had left poked out of his trucker hat. His face had

At night, beyond the public eye, the rooftop comforts me, provides me a my safe haven. I hear the wind whispering my name to escape: but I do not listen. Being in my own world ushers a feeling of fright, yet also comes as a relief. With no one there to judge me; I sit alone, with the company of my inner demons.. I close my eyes, my demons have assailed me all day, midnight is their time. The void of judgment has remained. It’s dark, but at the end you see a flash of light. So, I walk in the obesity of my mind where the darkness has taken over. The sense of being paralyzed comes to my mind, my fears are woken up and the sense of neglect is off. I smell fear all around. I do not smell the smoke from the burning wood I left. The smell of fear and sweat are much more dominant,I feel my hands are getting sweaty, my body frozen, paralyzed. My heart beats faster than ever before. My Demons have become vigorous. An explosion of fear, rage, sadness and anxiety overwhelms me, but I cannot wake up. Powerless, my demons pull me into the darkest depths of my mind where I try to hold on for dear mercy.

I walked outside and found that everyone was dead and I had no one. Then I turned around and found that the only person alive, which was Rebecca, was now gone and I knew I would never see her or anyone else again.

That day it went by to fast my brother and I tried spending as much time as I could with my dad. That night I went to bed sad I didn’t know if i would wake up in time to say goodbye to him. That morning I woke up and ran to see if my dad was still here. I ran into the kitchen first where I saw him eating ready to leave. He said that they were going to pick him up in ten minutes. Next thing you know we here a knock on the door. I went to answer the door it was some men in uniforms they were there to pick my dad up. My dad said goodbye to us I started to cry when he was leaving and so did my brothers and mom.

It was one of the days when you just feel like laying down in the warm comfort of your home. I was laying down on the couch watching Christmas movies with my younger brother. Meanwhile my older brother Carlos was getting ready to go out. I asked him where he was going? He answers, I’m going to go fix a few things in my car, come help me? I never really spend time with my older brother because we didn’t really have nothing in common. Most of the time he wouldn’t really be home or he would be out working. His teachers always called about he or my mom would have to have talks with him about referrals. Even doe I didn’t always heard positive things about him,

When I had woken up on that cold, crisp morning I smelled what I smell every morning, fresh brewed coffee, and hot biscuits. Every morning my mom wakes up and makes breakfast for everyone. The breakfast always includes coffee with biscuits and gravy, and today I knew I was going to need both. At five I was ready to pick my brother and head to Sunday Creek Wildlife Area. My brother was not a very happy person in the morning. The last fourteen years of my life I spend almost every weekend with him in a car headed to a wrestling tournament of some kind. Whether it be club wrestling or school, we were always together, so I knew not to talk to him in the morning until he had his morning coffee. Cody and I were on our way to the Wildlife Area when we came across a older man with a flat tire, since we had time to spare due to the sun not coming up until seven thirty we helped him and were back on the road.

That night, the movie plays over and over in my head and the darkness in the room scares me even more. I turn on the flashlight on my phone and sleep with it on under the cover of my sleeping bag, protecting me from the creatures of the night who plague my dreams. Without much time left in the morning to hang out, my mom comes to pick me up. I’m still not myself yet, but luckily she doesn’t say anything until later than night when I climb into bed with her, scarred of the nightmares to come.