The house was atop a small old hill. Surrounding the house was a once neatly kept metal fence, now all rusted and covered in overgrown foliage. An old worn gravel pathway lead straight to the door. Weather had taken its toll on the house. The bricks were worn and faded from their original color of red. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and the windows were cracked and broken. Jackie and Joe got out of their old black Ford Mustang. Jackie’s long blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail. She had on blue jeans, black combat boots,and a brown leather jacket. Jackie immediately ran to the back of their car and opened the trunk. Joe went over to the gate and checked out the place. Joe was wearing his blue jeans, his faded brown leather …show more content…
“It smells absolutely awful.” “ I think that is coming from the basement.” Joe replied, also covering his nose with his shirt. “Let’s start to make our way down there.” Joe said, disgust all over his face. “Joe make sure your weapon is ready, we don’t know what will we find down there.” Her voice shaking as said it. Chills started to run down her back as she and Joe neared the door to the basement. Joe slowly reached for the door handle. His hand was shaking uncontrollably as he did. Slowly he opened the door as to not alert anything that was down there . The aroma was even stronger. Blood stained the wooden steps leading to basement. The walls had scratches all up and down them. Some even contained what looked like human fingernails sticking out of them.They made their way further down the steps. When they reached the bottom a faint light was coming from a table in the center room. Exposed water pipes lined all the walls. Cobwebs were everywhere. Rats and other small rodents were running around on the blood stained floor. Disappearing and reappearing through little holes in the walls. “This doesn’t feel right what so ever.” Joe whispered, sweat starting to build up around his forehead. They inched closer to the table. It was draped in a white cloth. A candle was placed in the center of the table. Complete silence filled the room. The only thing able to be heard was Joe and Jackie's faint breathing. Everything else seemed to
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“There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices-to be found only in the minds of men.” This is the message that Rod Serling tried to convey to fans of The Twilight Zone through an episode called “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street.” The episode first aired in 1960, and a new version was made in 2003 called “The Monsters on Maple Street.” In the original, the power goes out because of a meteor and avid comic book reader Tommy convinces the whole street that there are aliens among them, except for voice of reason Steve Brand. In the remake, an entire street becomes fearful of terrorists after a power outage following an orange alert, except for Will Marshall, who believes the hysteria is crazy. Both versions prove that fear of the unknown can cause people to
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The building was old, older than it had seemed from what she'd seen of it. The floors creaked with every step she took, no matter how she walked. Dust, dirt and grime coated the walls to the point that even grazing them with her hand made her skin crawl. Thorny vines wound themselves through cracks in the floor, clinging to the walls. You couldn’t even tell what the building would have been in its prime anymore. It was probably
“Don’t worry!” I said hurriedly, anxious to see him leave. “So far nothing happened. All is quiet inside."
As the Sales Agent lead the way to the front porch, the house came into view. Built in 1924, it was a Spanish-style, single story, bluish-green bungalow with a large welcoming porch. Mr. Haydock unlocked the glass Mission-style, exterior entry door with a skeleton key and invited us to enter and look around. The house consisted of a living room, dining room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom and a mud-room with an entrance to the large backyard. Immediately recognizing the potential old-world charm of the dwelling, the house spoke to Evie’s heart, notwithstanding, every room in the house was painted a mocha shade of brown, with the exception of the yellow kitchen and a blue bedroom. A large mantle over a brick fireplace with a gas insert, flanked by a
She finally approached the place she knew as home, a small white home with vines crawling up its sides and only one column left to hold up the front porch. It wasn’t much better than the rest in her neighborhood but provided enough for the family living inside it. As she made her way inside she was hit with a smell she had known her whole life. Her father would carry the scent home with him every day along with the black and gray stains on his face, proving how hard he had worked that day. Ever since his death, she tried to ignore it and move along with whatever she may be doing. Shaking the haunting thought aside, she made her way in the tiny house. Her brown boots covered in dried up mud and grass sounded heavier each step she took on the old creaking wooden floors.
It feels like I have just walked out of a movie theatre in mid-day as my eyes try to adjust to the bright rays of the sun. As my sight returns I see an abundance of trees and bushes. Their leaves turned gold, red, and orange form the chilling weather. To the left a garden grows, full of fruits and vegetables. On the right a trellis stands with grape vines entangled in its frame. From the trellis a trial will lead you to a small stone well. With each stone a different size and the little tin roof tilted just slightly, you can tell it was built by unknowing hands. The house is a small log cabin sitting just one story high. There are colorful flowers covering the window seals giving life to the dull brown of the cabin. A chimney sits towards the back right of the house with a stream of smoke drifting from inside. We begin to walk a small gravel path, each rock stings my feet with their shape edges. The sides of the path are decorated with solar light sticking
The house is made of deep Burgundy brick and the shingles look a if they could fall off at any moment. Vines that hug her house seem to be sucking all the cleanliness out of the pond, as it is a musty brown color. Another willow tree covers half of the lake and blocks the right side of the house from the sun. A broken wooden ladder leans against the left side of the house, engulfed by vines. Wind howls through the strange statues scattered across her yard and shivers creep up my spine. Some of my unease is soothed when I observe the beautiful garden that borders the house. The flowers are bright and lively, contrasting the appearance of the house and the pond.
What he saw when he turned into his own unpaved puddled driveway was a decrepit house, crooked and unfinished with many different types of old bricks and a plastic tarp lining the roof from the destructive storm. As he walks into the house that looks like it is going to fall down into a pile of rubble and dust, all you see is the stepladder, the unfinished kitchen shelves, exposed stairs and warm wood. Everything in his view ought to be white, had been white long ago, and had lost its lustre and was faded and yellow.The candlelight was flickering like a small child drowning wildly and scared. The floor creaks like a weeping willow in the wind. The doors were falling off their hinges like trees without roots. The