Personal Narrative: My Hoarder's House

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.

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.

It wasn’t as if I had much of a choice. Actually there was, but this would settle things once and for all. Although, there were assurances, from the legal team of the best criminal attorney’s in the country, that there was nothing to worry about, a small chance is still a chance. I did discharged a firearm and my father did thrashed Gilbert something awful in front of witnesses, and my father did take over Tilley pharmaceutical in a wonderfully barbaric corporate takeover. What did work in my favor was me constantly speaking out at every opportunity the reason for my anger.

I awoke on a cool summer morning, at first I wasn't completely there but then, a chill of excitement ran down my spine as I realized my family was going camping today. I ran down stairs past the mountains of camping supplies and clothes to talk to my parents in the kitchen. They said we were leaving soon and that I should start packing all of the supplies into our trusty old Ford Expedition. After about 20 minutes of packing our SUV to the brim with all of the things we would need to survive in the wilderness for a few days, we said goodbye to our three cats and headed for Steelville Missouri.

Power, It surged through my veins as I took her life. I felt no remorse only happiness. Soon they would understand. I know they will. I stared down at her lifeless body. Time to take my trophy. I grabbed my little letter opener and cut out a small portion of her silky golden hair, tucking away the lock in a small bag and putting it in my box along with the others. Oh, I almost forgot, I set the little orange, now empty, bottle next to her. Now for the not so fun part the letter. I took my gloved hand and grabbed her limp one, placing it on the pencil once that was done I began to forge “ her” letter. Dear family and friends i’m sorry it had to end this way but I could no longer endure the pain… I started. I’ve been wearing a mask for so long and I was so tired I couldn’t truly be me… I love you all goodbye Winter ❤❤❤. Done I have studied her handwriting for so long now it feels so natural as i sign her signature. I kept imagining everyone's reaction oh they would be devastated and so confused on how they didn’t catch the “signs”. This feeling was so euphoric, I felt truly alive if for only a short moment. Anyways I got to get to calculus see you next time xoxo Angelo della Morte.

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

Have you been to Wisconsin Dells? One day we finished packing are bags and left out. It’s a two-hour trip and it just began. I was so excited it felt like five hours. We finally got there I got out of the van and stretched. We walked in sighed in and went to unpack at the motel.

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.

I woke up and looked over to where Erik's mattress was, he was gone but I wasn't surprised. I laid my head back down and awoke about 15 minutes later. Erik was sitting on his mattress looking in my direction smiling.

Recalling when my husband and I sold our first house, it’s apparent that emotional persuasion had an impact on the sale. Reminiscent of a fifties style box house, ours was a small bungalow in a young neighborhood filled with young families. Similar to the majority of homeowners in the area, it was our first home in a new subdivision filled with young families and people embarking on their life journeys. In the first few weeks of being listed, potential buyers flocked to preview it; however, interestingly, the couple who ultimately bought the property seemed more interested in their idealizations than truly in the house itself. Expectant with their first child, this was going to be their first purchased home. As she entered the house for

In a town, with a population of 50, lies a small dwelling coated with multiple turtle statues, an acre of land, a variety of butterfly gardens belonging to my grandparents, however that house carries many memories and cherished moments from my childhood. The forty-five-minute drive filled with sweet triumph to sour defeat from the license plate game with my younger sister, allowed me to pass the time until we arrived to outspread arms from our loving and caring grandparents. Inside, a wonderful aroma of lavender and food boiling on the stove that served us dinner, rams into you like a train as soon as you open the door. Looking now, memories of all the accidents my sisters and I got into, from paint streaks of a vast paint

We didn’t always live on Mason Park Way. Before it was Biddeford Pl on the first floor and before that it was the eleventh floor in Belgium and before that I can’t remember. By the time we got to Biddeford Pl, it was the four of us. Me my mom my brother and my dad. Until we had moved to our house on Mason Park Way, I never fully understood what having a family and a home meant to me. The house on Mason Park Way is ours. We don’t have to worry about paying rent or keeping the immaculate white walls clean. It’s ours and we have the liberty to do whatever we want. And it’s big. The large rugs are cozy and our furniture is inviting. And it’s ours.

I am a proud resident of the state of North Carolina. It has been my home for the past seventeen years and I have loved every minute spent here. The beautiful mountains or the pristine beaches are each only a three-hour drive from my hometown of Raleigh, but what I love most is how loving the citizens are. No matter where you go, you are bound to run into a friendly and smiling face asking, “How are you on this beautiful day?” And very recently, North Carolina has been getting a lot of national attention, however it is for something that represents the opposite of what I hold dear about my home state.

Most of us picture hoarders as crazy single women who don’t have the heart to throw away any container. Hoarders collect materials like newspapers, plastic containers and clothes, all of which are things that can be recycled or disposed of. Hoarding is defined as the acquirement of, and inability to discard worthless items even though they appear to have no value, causing excessive amounts of clutter to impede the livability of his or her home. Hoarding is associated with substantial harmful health risks, economic and social burdens. (Hoardingcleanup.com)

This is the story of how I reached to the top of the world. I had been living in a tight rubber surrounded space just recently, and I didn’t like it. I preferred the darker, metal surrounded, and hard wall that I was previously in with all my friends before I was sucked into this place. I was freaked out because when I first spreaded out into into the space, the wall seemed to react to my movement; my body pushed hard against the wall pressing it outward until it wrapped around me like a blanket. I also heard different voices outside of the wall between me and the world as if whoever they are were also pressing against the same wall. Outside of my metal home or this new strange location was a world that escaped my memory since I was young.