Personal Narrative-The Insane Room

“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?

I keep running from one to another. The rooms are big with white walls and ceilings. Here and there bright colors decorate the walls. Small groups of people converse over their opinions. Children reach out to touch and their mothers pull them in, smacking their hands and telling them no. I stop and spin around, trying to absorb everything around me. Then I stop and stare.

The demon was just your typical run of the mill demon, but he was fast..unusually fast, and that’s what had taken you by surprise. You stealthily crept through the window of the abandoned farmhouse, careful not to make any noise whatsoever. You entered through a room that looked as if it had once belonged to a little girl. You paused for a moment taking in the scene around you, there was a small pink table with plastic china sitting atop it. At first glance you didn’t think much of it, until something told you to look again. Upon your second look, you noticed the tiny bloody handprints that wrapped around the plastic. You took a sharp inhale of breath and decided it was time to move on. You quickly and quietly walked over to the door frame and peeked around the corner, hoping no demons would jump out in front of you. Satisfied with hearing and seeing nothing you took a step out into the hall and continued until you found stairs leading upwards. You hesitated for a moment, considering whether or not you were actually going to go up the steps or not when you heard a

It replayed over and over in my head. The screams and shouts echoing. They grew louder and louder, shoving me into the back corner, behind the old red rain coat, never worn. The floor was cold as ice, the room was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. My heart beat rapidly, louder and louder, as it beat out of my chest. What was I doing, why was I here? Let the noise stop, let them surrender.

"..... You heard the scream too, didn't you?" He was pretty sure he wasn't hallucinations, but he needed confirmation anyway. People don't just vanish into thin air. Nothing seemed out place, however, there was a sense of uneasiness around

I was too dumbfounded to speak, there were too many thoughts and questions that were rumbling in my head. Why of all people did the government chose me? This could change my life if I do this. Could it actually make things worse? No, things can’t get any worse than they are now. I remember thoughts rolling in at the speed of a roller coaster and I guess it must have looked like I was just on a roller coaster too because that’s when I started to hear voices again.

The night I trudged over to the Viziers room, I was sweating bullets and my hands were shaking so much I could barely open the door when he called to come in. As I walked in, he was working on something, but I could not see it very well considering he had his body shielding it. I called for him and he whipped around demanding to tell him what I want and to get out. I shrunk a bit from the pique in his voice. I told him what I wanted, but my voice trailed off softly making me look even more ridiculous. He had a weird look on his face as he tilted his head slightly to the right. His left eye twitched before he slowly made his way towards me. I backed up until I hit the wall. I was horrified; I have never seen him act like this since I first came

Please tell me again Why do I keep coming back I don't wanna do this anymore Coming back to you is like ecstasy One taste and I want more Let me take a breath I am ready to let you go You are bad for me But I always ask for more I get lost in the deep You are the only drug I need

The cavern was dark but my flashlight lit up my surroundings so I could see it clearly. There were lots of stalagmites surrounding me, some of them almost touching the water's surface.

I trembled with an overwhelming feeling of terror regarding the impossibility of the previous day’s events. I could not - no matter how hard I tried- wrap my head around them. Had they been ghosts? Had the died that day three years ago, and now have been haunting the house, going about their past lives? Or maybe I didn’t really see them, Maybe they weren’t really there. Maybe I’m insane. Though, of course I suppose that would also have to qualify Vera and Mrs. Sappleton for insanity as well. After all, they saw them, too. I started thinking of any scientifically sound Explanation for what had happened to cloak the supernatural one that had arisen first in my mind. However, I was snapped out of my thoughts by the eminently distressing sound of the ringing telephone. I dubiously answered

Everywhere I turn, the dead linger, looking for the living so that they can feed. I silently crept down the hallway looking for Rachael and Dominic, scared that they too have fallen prey to the undead. Seeing the band room doors closed and seemingly secure, there was no second thought about going in. Once inside I barricade the doors and sit in the corner attempting to calm myself down. “Why am I alone? What do I do” panic ensuing. “I need a plan, just think… what should I do.” It took everything in my power to think. Looking around the band room i noticed a few things I could use to my advantage. I stood up and walked to the color guard closet and found a sabre, a long blue costume that I could use for warmth. I decided that i would bring

I’m Natasha, your plain-looking, introverted High School student. How could I mess things up so bad? Wait, wait. Let me tell you what happened from the very beginning.

As I passed sign after sign in the hot summer sun I became increasingly worried, the ride was taking longer than I thought and I didn’t want to run out of gas. It didn’t seem to be much of a worry anymore as steam began to rise from the hood of my car, forcing me to pull over. I stepped out of door, popping the trunk as I exited. I ran around to the front of my truck and lifted open the hood. Steam bellowed out of the front and hit me in the face, causing me to quickly step back and sigh. I pulled out my phone and looked for the closest gas station. The closest one was three miles away and I dialed their number, “Hello, do you guys tow cars?” I asked.

As I walked into the immense arena throngs of brightly dressed people shoved passed me in an effort to get to their seats. The room was alive with excitement and anticipation, as everyone in the room knew that at the end of this night a few lucky groups would leave home with the greatest honor any team could receive. Brightly colored lights circled the room and loud music thumped through the speakers as me and my team finally got to our seats and awaited our future, whatever it may be. After a few minutes of controlled chaos, a hush fell over the room and the announcer began to welcome us to the end of our journey in the destination imagination season.

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