Personal Narrative Essay: The House On Maple Street

As I sat in my fourth grade English class listening to my teacher tell me "you have a book report due in just two short weeks" and I thought to myself how am I ever going to do this? I have never been a good writer and I have no idea where to begin explaining the book "Little House on The Praire" and presenting it in front of the class without being embaressed as all get out.The day went on as I thought about it more and more the bell rang. I ran out to my mom's car and stated "Mom I have a book report due in just two short weeks and I cant do it. She said "why not honey" I said " Im just not s good enough writer" She said " yes you are and yes you can and you will do a fantastic job at it. That is when I realized I am a writer.

This book report is over Haunted Houses by Patricia D. Netzley. The book is part of a series called The Mystery Library. The main goal of the series is to examine strange and often unbelieveable or unexplainable events. The author’s writes this series and her other books for the age range of kids to young adults. This book in particular goes into depth about the history of haunted house and everything surrounding them like sightings, ghosts, poltergeist, speaking to spirits, and investigation.

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.

Located on the grounds of Roanoke College’s campus is the reportedly haunted house known as Monterey. This house was built in 1853 by the Huff family, over time passed through many different owners, and in 2002 was officially bought by Roanoke College. Throughout the history of the house several of the occupants are known to have died within the premises of the property, thus contributing to it’s reputation of being haunted. In our investigation of the Monterey house we spent two nights in the house gathering various types of data to aid us in our attempt to discover what theory of haunting is consistent with the experiences within the house.

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when someone says, haunted houses? Scary? Ghosts? Studies show that people hear and see things that aren’t there when they are scared or frightened. Leading them to report “paranormal” activity. Haunted houses make people do that. But, in order to successfully understand the Amityville haunting, one must know the murderer of the family, the other family who purchased the home, and how the haunting of the house started.

I looked forward to this trip every single year. Driving to get there was almost better than the camping trip itself. The road had big hills that made your stomach drop on the way down, and I always pretended I was on a roller coaster. At the top of one of those hills, there was a wooden sign, painted brown with yellow letters, all in capitals, that said “WICKLUND’S CAMPGROUND”. The driveway was a simple, downhill dirt road that had a bend at the bottom of the decline. Driving around that corner, you could always see the lake sparkling through the thin line of trees because the sun was always shining. It was cloudy that day.

Have you ever seen the TV show the “Walton’s?” If you have, then you will definitely be able to identify how unique the place was where I was raised. I was raised in North Arkansas in a small community called Onia. In fact, the road that I lived on was called Lawrence Road. It was named this because all of my relatives lived down this road. My Grandpa, who is now a retired Baptist preacher, lived down this road along with his brothers and sisters. The church that I grew up going to was also pastored by my grandfather for over thirty years and it was about two miles down the road. The community bordered the Ozark National Forest so it was very rural and isolated. Most of the traffic on Lawrence Road was mainly the people who lived

The building is big and the inside is like a maze and it is very creepy. The building has been there for more than 60 years, but still has some of the furniture that was used in the rooms, lobby, offices, and kitchen. Some of the rooms and furniture is still in good shape and could still be used and the building is in good shape general. The outside of the house has a round drive way, a lawn, a cemetery, and stairs that lead up to the door of the building. The building is very big with lots of windows, but not a lot of doors there also is a forest surrounding it. The basement was used for storage and held records of the girls who stayed

Of course I have a favorite thing that we have read, can you guess what it is? Well, if you guessed here is the answer, my favorite thing that we have read it "The Monsters are due on Maple Street. It's my favorite because it's amazing twists and it has parts where you foreshadow, it might be wrong or right.All the others just were not as cool as "The Monsters are due on Maple Street, this it just stuck out to me from the rest. Here is why I like The Monsters are due on Maple Street.

In May I signed a security access form that had September 2nd written as my last day.

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

When the family who purchased this home first moved in, they thought all their dreams had come true. The log home in a beautiful location seemed to be everything they wanted. Soon, however, they started seeing mysterious lights and hearing chains dragging and other noises. They spent a fortune trying to discover what was wrong with their precious home, only to have a medium confirm their suspicions that it was, in fact, haunted.

EGP has had several paranormal encounters in the home, from phantom smells of a rose like flowery perfume to voices being heard on the second floor, while there was no-one upstairs. Film crews while shooting movies in the home have also experienced this phenomenon. During several of the festivals held on the property visitors would ask who the person is watching from the window, in both the front parlor and attic. When investigated no one could be found in the home. Several paranormal research teams have investigated the home and all contend that it has activity. East Georgia Paranormal has captured EVP’s in the home and members have witnessed strange lights in the attic and spinning room. EGP has captured one EVP with a voice saying, “don’t go up the stairs,” which was recorded at the bottom of the attic stairs that are hidden in the spinning room closet. There are reports of the bathroom door opening on its own in the bride’s dressing room and guests feeling that they are being watched. The basement that once had a tunnel that connected the house to a barn has also been an active area. On one overnight hunt four investigators witnessed the figure of a Confederate soldier on a thermal camera-viewing screen. Luckily for all of the visitors to the historic plantation home, none have reported feeling

20 Years have passed, and yet im still living in this old, empty house, at least im not completely alone. It feels like the house gets bigger as I grow older and have the house just to myself. I still have this haunting prawn accompining me throughout my lonely days. Sometimes on special occasions or holidays, family members come and visit me, ive grown so old I cant even remember some of their names. There's this one person that I can't stop thinking about, she hasn't called or visited, no one in the family know about her whereabouts, my youngest niece. Oh, and that stupid doctor she married hasnt bothered to call either, its like he just dissapeared or something. Maybe theyre alright and im just being paranoid, but then again everyone in the family is worried about them. Oh well, I guess will never know about her. I've decided to stop treatment on my leg and keep the prawn inside forever. My doctor told me that if I decided to stop treatment, the rapidly growing prawn would eventually kill me from the inside out. I cant seem to believe in anything he says ever since I found out he'd been lying to me and stealing my money all those years to pay for his son's education. I feel like the prawn just keeps growing while I grow older, its like he's taking my life away from me. Im getting weaker every day, this thing has grown to the point that I cant move from my bed anymore. Luckily one of my nieces, I cant remember which one, brought me a wheel chair and installed an electric

I remember it like it was yesterday. A couple years back, my backyard had to share its grass with a maple tree. This tree wasn’t a typical tree; this monstrosity stood at almost 90 feet tall and extended across my entire yard. I attempted to wrap my eight year-old arms around the trunk, but I had better luck trying to bend steel with my hands. I stepped outside once, and asked my dad why the grass was brown. He replied simply, “When’s the last time you saw the Sun touch the grass?” He was right. The tree served as an umbrella over the entire lawn.