Short Story: The Spirit House

And all of a sudden we hear the high winds screeching creepily from outside our house, the branches were loudly scratching and scraping against the house loudly. As I looked around I got more and more freaked out. There were boxes everywhere creating shadows from our flashlight and creating darkness that the flashlight couldn't fill. My entire family was scared, as scared as a chipmunk would be if a lion was in it’s tree. My Dad was searching for something in a sea of darkness, my mom trying to comfort my now crying siblings with a horrifying worried look on her face and me thinking to myself, When will it be done, what damage will it do and Oh No. As I thought I heard something crack from outside of my house, and then

Applying Class Concepts to “Where the Spirit Lives” Provide as many specific examples of each of the following concepts from “Where the Spirit Lives”: Framework: How the dominant group maintains power (Both Pharr and Weber’s frameworks): Institutional Power Political control: laws/policies/criminal justice system - The “Whites” lawfully took the children from their Native land - The school creating rules forbidding native practices of the Indian children Ideological control: control of ideas through education, religion, media, etc. - The ideas and practices of Christianity were completely forced on the Native American people.

Dwelling about my own feelings led the direction of frustration and anger as I grew older, feeling for anybody’s feelings or situations, almost non-existent; don’t miss-understand, I had marvelous times and a caring person to an extent. Growing slowly into a person whose true character lived in a cage, confined to prison and when released, it was madness, not intending to only injure, I wanted to see blood, tasting this flavor in my mouth before a confrontation. Choosing who I wanted to associate with and if others left me alone there was no problem, although, at the end of the sixth grade the nestling soul fell asleep. There was a boy in school that began tormenting me every day walking home; undesirable name calling. Eventually deciding to

This book report is over Haunted Houses by Patricia D. Netzley. The book is part of a series called The Mystery Library. The main goal of the series is to examine strange and often unbelieveable or unexplainable events. The author’s writes this series and her other books for the age range of kids to young adults. This book in particular goes into depth about the history of haunted house and everything surrounding them like sightings, ghosts, poltergeist, speaking to spirits, and investigation.

number of dead bees on the ground near her hives, she checked the hives herself. She ''pulled on her leather work gloves as she walked outside to change the racks of honey in her beehives and to check for signs of disease'' (Hogan, Mean Spirit 45). Furthermore, Belle became sick and tired of oil drillers because '' '[T]hey burn the poor birds out of the sky' '' (Hogan, Mean Spirit 76). Belle's great connection with the natural world is explored in her extreme resistance of the oppression of nature; she fiercely attacked the eagle white hunters who used to hunt eagles and send them to the city to be sold as souvenirs. One day, on her way to Watona to deliver eggs to an old lady there, Belle was extremely shocked by the sight of some eagle hunters who were busy in counting murdered eagles taken away in the back of a truck:

1)BIn the book Nightstone by Rick Hautala, the story becomes more and more interesting to read as time passes.*) The books plot is about a family of three, with the names of Donald, Janis, and Beth, who have recently moved into an old house. *) When they first moved into the house, they noticed that it had an unsettling atmosphere to it, but they didn’t quite comprehend what made them feel frightened. *) Ever since they moved in the house, startling events have been occuring.

I pondered it over, everyone knew about that cabin. It was haunted, I even knew about, even though I just got here. The cabin looked like it was a hundred years old, made of wood. It had broken windows and missing shingles. It was every kid's nightmare. Whitler disappeared twenty years ago and everyone thought he was dead. They said Old Man Whitlers ghost haunted the cabin. I hoped it wasn’t true.

Joan from McNally recommended this book at our May PD session. She suggested it for readers who like suspensful supernatural books. I was hooked. Then she mentioned it was Canadian and I mentally stuck this in the maybe I will read this pile. Persoanlly, I am not a big fan of Canadian Fiction let alone YA Canadian Fiction (except Kelley Armstrong and Kenneth Oppel) but I always buy some I think the kids will like for our collection. Then I saw the haunting and beautiful cover and knew I had to read this. I am so happy I did. Currently this is the best book of the summer.

The book tells the story of a little boy ghost named Leo. Leo is a friendly ghost who leads a very lonely life. Everywhere he goes people can’t see him and either ignore him or are afraid of him. One day he meets a little girl named Jane. Through a series of events, the two become true friends, and Jane accepts Leo for who he is. This book explores the phenomena that many children experience which is the feeling of being unaccepted because you are different. Also the fact that Leo is invisible mirrors the feeling that many of us feel at some point in our lives. We feel invisible and unnoticed by others. While these are all sad feelings, the end of the story brings a happy solution to these problems. When Jane accepts Leo for who he is it shows kids that no one is truly invisible and true friends will always love you for who you are and will see your differences as something that makes you

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

being rattled and doors being knocked on inside and out, and these became more frequent. Its the

Plagued by icy cold winds, voices that spoke in empty rooms, the family in their desperation sought the help from Paranormal Investigators to rid the entities in their home.

What filth dared pass your unworthy lips, pitiful urchin? I will declare, am the heir of the Elders, I have led our people out of tragedy single-handed, and I have destroyed over 300 white demons. I am learned in the arts of the earth and sky, and none are more connected to the Great Spirit than I! You are but nothing to me, prey. I will have your head hollowed for a gourde, my word is sacred! Do you think your magic will allow you to continue to disrespect me like this? Think again, dog! Even as you stand, my brothers from across the land are circling your home and your sacred place is being hunted right now, so prepare for the onslaught, rat. The onslaught that will decimate your very way of life from your people's history. You are a breathing

A warm, foggy December morning along the Florida coast is the perfect setting for a ghost story. I never intended to have these particular feelings, and emotions don’t come easily for me, but add this gloomy weather to the after-holiday hangover, the dread of a looming workday, the perfect song on the radio, and the haunts start to flow like tears. Or maybe they were tears. This is unfamiliar territory for a girl like me, but one thing I know for sure is the ghosts were real. They were right there beside me, in my head, through my windshield, and tagging along behind. They are always there.

“In the year of 1989, there was a street named Elm, in the state of Wyoming. Few chose to live on that street, and they all knew about the haunted house, up on the hill, on the west side of town, coming off of Elm. Once, I spent the week with some friends and, Halloween came upon us, while I stayed with them.” I was telling my first-grade brother and his friends stories to scare them out of their wits. Besides, no one wants little kids tagging along with you to go trick or treating, when you could go with your friends to Haunted Houses, and not ones set up by the town hall. “We were just about to pass the house, not thinking anything of it, when we heard a moan coming from Old Man Reaper’s house.” Their eyes grew wide with fear. Mr. G.