Personal Narrative: The Ghost Still Lives

It’s just another night; there’s no air of mystery, no haunted house and certainly no ghosts, and yet I am still utterly terrified. I, a man standing at around 6 foot, was absolutely terrified. It was cold and the dim light of my television dimly lit my bedroom, the scent of my nervous sweat permeated the crisp air. Why am I scared? The dreams. Every night of the past month, without fail, I have woken up screaming. Completely terrified that the awful creatures were still going to be there when I awoke. Running a hand through my greasy black hair I tried to get a grip on my sanity.

He later starts hearing things around the house, and is thinking that his beloved Lenore will come back from the dead. He later starts seeing this bird a raven, and every time he sees it the bird says “Nevermore”. Throughout this poem he is grieving and this bird keeps telling him “Nevermore” which he does not understand why he keeps saying that. He tries to talk to the bird to get answers but the bird keeps repeating itself. In the end, the man could no longer take it and he ended up killing himself. A lot of times when people loose someone we tend to say we see them or they are still here with us, and that can later lead to our deaths. My Grandpa from my mother side had passed away, and we never went to his funeral. My auntie had told us that since that day of the funeral she could feel my grandpa around. She thought she was going crazy till she moved out and started fresh. This tells us that if we keep grieving in the past, and stay there most likely we will end up to our deaths since we do not let the past

The last stanza shows how the speaker will die and his physical body will be gone, but art will stay forever. That is how the old man will leave his mark on the world.

I run, run, run, from the thing that haunts me most, But I can’t run away from the never-changing sway. Manulaplited by the ever-present ghost. This tempo that drives me always reminds me of the life I've thrown away.

In a country that is the melting pot for many cultures, it is hard to interact with all of them. Tony Hillerman educates readers about one culture, the Navajos, through his novel, The Ghostway. After a shooting occurs in the quiet Indian reservation, a Navajo police Jim Chee, officer overcomes many obstacles physically, mentally, and spiritually to sort the case out and protect a young girl. He is constantly struggling with his identity, whether or not he should continue living his life as a Navajo or cross over to mainstream “white” life. Although the book’s main plot is about a murder and police investigations, a theme that the book is always making references about is cultural differences and how these

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

Talking of haunting, what are you thinking about? Something like the movie paranormal activity? Or maybe something like The Amityville horror?? Movie or not, one thing is true, if someone mentions something about “ghosts” it definitely captures your attention. Some people say that ghosts can be divided into two categories, good and bad, just like normal human beings. But are they like us? I mean categorising them is a sane thing? I don’t know. Usually it’s believed that people who have died with some unfulfilled wishes, stay back that is to say their soul stays back with the bindations of mother nature. True or not, I am no one to judge, because i am going to present you enough madness that will question your own sanity.

I come across a rear projection TV on the side of the road one day, load it up, and take it home. I eagerly spend a good four hours stripping it down and saving as much as I can. I end up with a 48” fresnel lens, two hefty speakers, a couple large capacitors, three glass lenses, and a glass mirror. Left over is a box of electronic waste and the particle board skeleton of a TV. I take the electronics to my local electronics recycling center, and set the wooden frame on the curb. I took 70 lbs. of trash and turned it into 10 lbs. of treasure ripe for projects, 30 lbs. of recyclables that would have gone to a landfill, and 30 lbs. of refuse that I had fun

It was 10:45 a.m. on a Wednesday, and I was barely awake. The weather channel said that today would be a very warm day and I dislike going outside in 90 degree weather. I could have stayed in bed under an air conditioned room, but no, I had to go to Knott’s Berry Farm on a hot day. Once through the dark gates, I begin to hear children throwing tantrums and begging to go on their ride of choice. Soon, the scent of greasy popcorn filled the humid air; the butterflies in my stomach happen to flutter in trepidation while I wait in the awfully long line for my first ride, the Ghost Rider. The longer I waited in line under the scorching sun, the more I felt the heat on my face and the ride seemed miles away. After what seems to be an eternity, the

Speaking from my personal experiences I can definitely say the spirit world is real. Such as when i was younger I would always feel strange vibes from certain things such as anything dealing with death. Like I went to a funeral home once and got a vibe that something was watching me. As i continued to walk i felt it getting stronger and stronger as i went to view the body. I wasn’t the only one to feel this feeling as my mother did as well. Many people each and every day encounter something like this. A haunted house, grave,and even a random location like a bridge. Some locations are said to hold powerful energy that anyone feels. Feelings that there could be something lurking. Sometimes when an energy is so high in an

On August 16, 2006, at exactly 03:00, normality for Fiona Berman ceased to exist and The Richmond Haunting began.

My home town, where I grew up at, and where I am at now. These three characters link to the three different houses.

It was all so sudden but I realized I made the choice to go. As much as I wanted to go my gut thought differently. The day was very groggy and had been packed with band practice until the evening. For years I yearned to go, but in trepidation, I could not go. I had finally arrived at dusk as the fog rolled in from the ground as I entered California’s Great America Halloween Haunt. The music was a cacophony throughout the park making it seem more gruesome than it already was. Luckily my friend Jacob came with me, which made me feel gregarious. When walking into one of the haunted houses, I was very fidgety and agitated. I was anxious about going somewhere where I didn't

What if menacing ghosts haunted cemeteries, streets, and houses, and could only be subdued by teenagers with unique psychic talents? In The Screaming Staircase by Jonathan Stroud, the spunky Lucy Carlyle teams up with the captivating leader Anthony Lockwood and their witty colleague George Cubbins to solve the mysteries of the terrorizing Combe Carey Hall. All goes well until other forces come into play. Now the trio are faced with formidable, bloodthirsty specters, and it is too late to back out.You should really consider this novel since its characters are absolutely fascinating, the secrets of the hauntings are suspenseful and surprising, and the plot itself is full of twists and turns that will make you want to keep

Imagine you could share a meal with any three people - living or dead. Who would you choose? The three people I would invite is Johnny Depp, My sister, and Poltergeist People. The first because he is an amazing actor and stands as a favorite to both my sister and I, the second I would invite so I can share the great experience with, and the third because she is a favored author to my sister and I, and we'd both love to meet her.