Personal Narrative: The Haunted Asylum

It was a gray day. Unable to pierce the layers of powdery black skies along with the fog, the sun did not shine. The thick mist that was not really rain, and not really fog covered the southeastern corner of New Jersey. Just like most days in the area surrounding the Overbrook Asylum, it was daunting. On the outside, Overbrook was a welcoming place, as far as sanatoriums go, where patients were treated with care along with respect; the inside was very different. Hired on at the asylum as a nurse in May of 1910, I commenced my duties and was eager to be able to lend a helping hand to the people in need. What made people tick or to what made people think the way they did had always interested me. The hospital provided me a living area for

That day I was waiting for 5:00pm so I could go trick or treating. All of the sudden it began to rain. I was kinda disappointed. Why was because I d know if I could still trick or treat.

i packed my things and left "the house of terror". In my mind at thought running away to freedom wouldn't be so bad. but really i was petrified i didn't know what to do. If i wasn't so lazy i would have set a up a plan, the only things i had were my tokyo ghoul backpack filled with personal items (toothbursh, phone, headphones, pads,ect.) then my lugged filled with clothes and shoes. But lucky the area i was in was very fimilar to me. this area is downtown in cheyenne, wyoming. Not only that but the place i've been dying to go to was right across the street. without hesiting i ran through the line of cars honking at me.

The document is very long page, but just look at the highlighted parts through out the pages to understand how the Ethiopian government silences public critics and freedom of speech. The bottom line here is that the government knows everything that I do through its surveillance and the best source of information to incriminate me is the spy not public media outlet. I deliberately avoided the public media to avoid immediate arrest, loss of job or disappearance of my self and my family.

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On the spooky night of Halloween, me and my friend Lydia went to ride the Headless Horseman. We got something to eat and drove to the place. Before we rode it, I was getting anxious so me and Lydia went to do karaoke. We sung Thriller by Michael Jackson. It was really fun to sing and it got the nerves off me.

It was dark which made the haunted house setting just perfect. Outside of the entrance was a man in a scary pig mask with a blood splattered apron and in his hand was a shovel. I was so convincing that the man was a statue because of how still and how little noises he made. As people walked by he would step toward them and slam the shovel to the ground, and then step back into place. As my family and I walked by I was aware of his routine and wasn’t scared, but my brother almost peed on himself as we walked by to pay for the haunted house. As we got our money out to pay, my little brother and cousin had a tranchrium and started crying, because they didn't want to go in. The rest of us just discarded them as if we didn't know the and proceed into the haunted house. To get to where you start in the haunted house you had to go up some stairs, there was the manager told us we only had 10 minutes to get through the haunted maze. He started the timer and we went through the maze in less than 3 minutes. As we went through the maze we huddled together like penguins. My little cousins fell in the course of the maze, the rest of us didn't realize it until we heard their loud crying. Us being us ignored them and went through the rest of the maze. They came of a few minutes after us with their shirts complete wet from wiping tears. Everyone was laughing so hard, that made our night. We figured that was enough for one night and headed back to the

For someone who doesn’t know how to fight, I’m not losing as bad as I imagined. Sure, I’m getting my butt kicked, but at least I’m learning and that’s what’s important. Though, I wish learning wasn’t so painful. I sit up, panting hard. My face is red and partly bruised. My entire body is hot and sticky. I want to stop and take a break, but Thorn’s not about to let me stop when she’s barely broken a sweat.

As I glanced around the small room, I realized for the first time in my life, I'm addicted. Addicted to these people who aren't here, addicted to lying, addicting to the voices. They're always here. I like them here. They're comforting, most of the time. They're just hallucinations, but they're my only friends.

It’s June 14, 1858, and we are on our way to Mr.Lincoln’s house. Since my dad happens to be Mr.Lincoln’s friend he will be helping him write his speech. We aren’t too far from his house so we are just taking our horse and small wagon.

It was finally time to go trick or treating. I got in my costume, pulled my hood down over my face, and put on my backpack. Then I grabbed my pillowcase and ran outside to join my grandma and

I was in my kitchen, my brothers weren't home, parents on vacation which mean I was home alone. I was cooking some microwave mac and cheese and I went to the microwave and saw a note that said run. At first, I thought it was one of my brothers messing with me before they left. So I took the note and threw it away. As soon as I put the note in the trash I heard the doorbell ring and I went to see who it was. I looked out the window to see who it was and I saw a clown wearing a mask with blood on it, a rainbow outfit and rainbow coveralls. Suddenly I realized he had a knife in his hand and then all the lights went off. I thought the power went off and then I heard banging comes from the front door.

After finishing viewing the apartment we could potentially move in and then deciding that it wasn’t what we wanted we walked out. While walking home and feeling the bright warm sun touch my skin I recall my mom and an old friend seeing each other again after years of not seeing each other. Since they wanted to catch up they decided we should all go to the park across the street from the apartment we initially wanted to rent. While walking to the park with my mom, siblings, my mother’s friend and her kids, I could feel the excitement that I was feeling while seeing the green and red playground. They sat down on a khaki plastic bench that was located just in front of the slides in the park. All of us kids decided to play tag and after a while

In 2013, an estimated 232,340 new cases of invasive breast cancer were expected to be diagnosed among US women, as well as an estimated 64,640 additional cases of in situ breast cancer.That year, approximately 39,620 US women were expected to die from breast cancer. During May of 2001, I’ll never forget visually experiencing what cancer does to people. I saw my grandmother grow extremely sick and then die due to breast cancer. In that moment I was thoroughly confused as to why doctors couldn’t prevent this from happening; what didn’t they know? What didn’t they do? I lost my best friend to this horrible disease, and as I grew older, I realized I didn’t want anyone to feel such pain.

“Ladies and gentleman, I would like to welcome you to the House of Horrors!” The man in the red, striped top hat greeted the 8th-grade classes of Burdick. The man seemed to be one of those ringleaders in circus, but more…… Psychotic?