Personal Narrative: Hayden

Emily awoke to someone quickly shaking her awake. She slowly opened her eyes until someone jolted her out of bed. She could easily tell by the strong grip it was her father. “Emily, wake up! The building’s on fire!” Before eight year old Emily could respond, her father grasped her in his arm’s and attempted to run outside, when a piece of the ceiling fell down in front of them. His wife screeched from the front door, her eyes wide with terror and tears raining down her face.

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

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

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

When we got inside, Monica and I went to our separate rooms and started unpacking so we could go adventuring for the rest of the day. It was freezing up there, so all we brought to wear was boots, sweatshirts, long sleeves, sweats, leggings, and vests. When we were done unpacking we were hungry, so we went into town and got some lunch at a cafe called “Autumn’s Cafe”. As soon as we got back to the cabin it was 8:30 p.m., and dark outside so we didn’t do anything except watch a couple of movies and have hot chocolate and s'mores. After that we went to bed because we were both really tired. In the middle of the night, I heard a noise. It sounded like a loud,high-pitched scream. I checked on Monica to see if she was ok, but she wasn’t in her room. I went downstairs to the kitchen to see her looking out of the window.

I was just tucking Pepper in bed and I walk into the hallway and see two chairs. One is labeled ‘you’ and the other is labeled me. Then some force was pushing me towards the chair that said you. I can barely turn around and see who it was. I was then strapped into the chair, and the feeling of not breathing overcame me. I see Pepper walk fearfully out of her room and I tell her call the police. She says, “I will not call the police. But what I will do is ask Raven to finish her job.” Her eyes were dark, pitch black. I knew that it wasn’t her. Raven soon picks up Pepper and takes her into her room and slams the door shut. I managed to tip over and make my way to her room. The door is stuck and will not budge. I turn around and I run backwards towards the door to open it. And when I did I could not believe my

Imagine you're in a dream where everywhere around you it is pitch black. You try to vision something but you can’t see. You try to hear noises but you can’t hear anything else other than a bone chilling shriek of a girl. You try to feel things around you but you can’t feel anything. You try to walk but you can’t. You try to crawl but you can’t. When you try to move around nothing happens. While being frightened and scared, you scream your mother’s name but no one can hear you. You start to panic. Even though you know you’re at a point where you’re about to cry there are no tears. That’s when you see a girl. She’s walking directly towards you. She has a pale white dress with hair as black as the night sky. As she walks closer to you the bone-chilling shriek gets louder. Then without a warning she sprints towards you full speed.

I walk up the steps of the house, looking around at the cracking paint that lines the walls. the stairs creak under me, I look down at the sagging wood and hurry to the porch which isn't any better. mold is covering it along with the fall leaves and sunken wood spots. I reach out and pull open the screen door,it makes a loud screeching noise. I shove my little silver key into the locked door, i twist and lean my shoulder against the door giving it a little push to open. The smell of old wood hits me before I get inside. I Step inside letting the screen door slam behind me. I look around, dust is falling through the air in the streams of daylight from the broken window. There's a couch in the middle of the room with a coffee table. I walk to

One night Kaylee’s parents were out with friends as she tried to sleep she could swear she heard movement down in the basement Kaylee being scared thinking it might be an intruder went to go investigate. Before going into the basement Kaylee tried to contact her parents, while trying to contact her parents for some odd reason her calls wouldn’t go through, she soon decided that should would have to check the mysterious sounds that would soon become a

The next morning was Saturday and we were going to search for evidence of Bobby’s disappearance in the forest. When we entered the forest, we all got a gloomy feeling. We looked around for hours until we found something. Bobby’s tent and camp supplies were sitting on the ground. The tent was empty, no evidence whatsoever. We started to head back, but where was back. We all kept walking until we found a small shed. We were curious so we decided to enter. As we got closer there was a radiant glow coming from the door. When we opened the door, we all got sucked in and I blacked

It was cold, with a brisk wind, as I was starting to walk into a creepy town by the name of ‘Sleepy Hollow’. The trees were very long and slim. All of the leaves were on the ground. As I walked it sounded like a crackling fire that never ended. As I’m still walking into this strange town, I start to notice that everyone had traumatized looks on their faces. This woman ran by me screaming

Physical setting of the interview was on the second floor in the Rogue Community College library in study room #233. Window shades were slid open for the light to come into the window. Phoebe and I arranged the room so the clock was behind the person being interviewed. The clock was on top of the window sill out of site of the camera. We switched seats and roles so that we did not have to move the clock to the other side of the room. All small objects in the room were placed out of sight of the camera except for a lamp with a green cover on it and a glass vase with flowers in it. Phoebe brought the flowers for a prop. We sat against the wall on opposite sides of the table between us. There was about four to five feet of space between the

It was cold and raining that night, nevertheless, I had no intention of backing out of my plans. I was going to show her that she messed with the wrong person. Luckily for me the rain had cut the power out, so the house was perfectly dark and gloomy. I could see her bedroom window from my window. It was on the second floor, but that wasn’t a problem. There was a tall, old, creaky oak tree right next to her open window. I carefully maneuvered up the old tree branches, making sure that no one heard the creaking branches or the rustling of the leaves as I climbed up to the window. Once her window was in my eyesight, I sat back and waited for the right moment. I could see her sitting in the dark at her makeup mirror, the only light illuminating her face was the dozen of fruit scented candles around her. I waited in the dark like a black cat in the

A boiling, muggy, day where even bacon fries on the sidewalk. You look out your window, and see a bird, a sneaker, and, a puppy? But, this is not your average spotless, chubby puppy. This puppy is skinny, and dirty, barely able to lift its front small paws, on the scorching sidewalk. This puppy is abandoned. Next you see a car, a beautiful shimmering white, the sun’s rays bouncing off the car, blind your eyes just as a girl jumps out. She walks over to the dog slowly, then gently she leads him into the back of their van and they are gone. Who was that girl you wonder. Why was that dog just roaming on the streets? Why would anyone just abandon their poor pup? What can I do to stop this?

I turned into the driveway of this huge white 2 story house with green shutters, that housed a wraparound porch with a huge picnic table swing set, swinging from the cool breeze. I opened the front door to a huge living room, looking around at the egg white painted walls. And the thick tan plush carpets, that hosted a small TV playing. I sat my bags down and headed towards the kitchen, following the savory sent of ribs. I passed a dining room, that could have been another living room, with how big it was. In that room sat an enormous dining table, that sat 12, and a computer desk with an old Macintosh computer sitting atop. I turned right into another dining space that was closed off with a makeshift wall blocking most of the room. That left nothing but a walk space that lead to the kitchen. A small rounded woman with white hair no taller than I stood at the kitchen sink,