Essay on Staying at My New House

Then, I heard footsteps getting louder and louder, so quickly hid in the closet. I could hear my heart beating faster and faster as the person kept getting closer. About an hour later, I saw a shadow of a strangely shaped person leaving the room and locking the door. I was relieved and scared at the same time, I didn't know how to get out. So, I first tried to escape out of the black and blue colored window. It was very hard to open,

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

My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.

I unlock the metal gate and climb onto the front patio. Before me stands a two-story house with newly-refurbished windows and a fresh coat of white paint. I admire the house’s beauty as I stroll past it. I walk through a crowded path of mohintli, white laelia, tithonia, and dahlias that seem to guide me to the real reason I am at this address. After moving the branches of some avocado trees out of the way, I finally find the treasure I am seeking: a small rose-colored house with just two windows and two rooms. With the key my father gave me, I open the doors to enter the rooms. The light switch does not work, so only shadows are present in the room. Giant cracks graze the walls like the markings of a lion. On the ceiling, an intricate flower design shines proudly with the rest of the room, slowly losing its will to decay. Only broken furniture stands in the corners of the room, ashamed to be present in front of a girl from the North. After taking a deep breath to calm my emotions, I lock the door, look to the sky, and walk back to the house I am staying at with my

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

across the room upstairs. Through the cracks in the floorboards I saw a large shadow with a

It was summer time and I was finally home from college in Maine, My family’s house is in Upstate New York and I’m an only child so my parents didn’t need a huge house, Though the house was small it was very old Build and built famous Architect in Buffalo, New York. It was a wonderful house with French doors with a full basement and big rooms for all of us. We all enjoyed our times there the happy, sad, funny, and wonderful experiences, it wasn’t a place I would call “Haunted” Sure it had those creeks in the middle of the night and those weird cracks and groans from the age of the house. As far as I knew it was all Normal, But I was wrong...

The house was long, white, and had blue shudders. I could always pick out which set of windows out front peeked into my bedroom because of the messy off-white paint stuck to it after years of never being touched up. Inside, so much more was going on than the typical all-American home lead outsiders to believe. Confusion, growth, fear, and lots of aluminum cans.

I noticed that my window had been open, though I know I had closed it. It must have been my mom or dad who opened it for fresh air for me. I went to close my window when I felt the strange feeling that someone was watching me. I just brushed it off as just nothing and went back to bed. That’s when I heard like someone was breathing inside my closet. I sat up to see what it was, and almost had a heart attack. There staring back at me were two dark devilish-like eyes that never blinked. Then a large smile appeared from his face.

When you wonder at night the door will shriek across the moldy floor. The shutters will open and close, and open and close. OPEN HOUSE, there is a new house on the market. One that has lots of character. One with exterior that is crinkling and washing away. With blood of the last calling your name. The front porch is caved in like someone was murdered just before coming in. The lawn not mowed. When you get to the rough and cracked concrete you would enter but you can’t the black shadow that passed the door faster than i light. the blood marks on the rails down to the deck and on to the door handle. Now it's your turn, when the deep wail of the wind carried with dirt gets in your eye now you start to cry. this is not a place for children no no sir this is for all those who don't believe

I heard the door shut and felt like I was alone, it was still pitch black so I was not sure of it. As the time passed it began to get hotter as if I were in a sauna, I began to sweat and panic. After approximately thirty minutes he had come back in the room but I didn’t just hear one but two voices speaking, I was not able to understand what they were discussing, all I heard was mumbling. As I was trying to eavesdrop on their conversation before I could hear anything they had begun to drag me to another place I was not sure of. I began to wonder why I was not able to see anything but pitch black until I had remembered something very important. I was so caught up with being very frightened that I had forgotten that I was born without my

Every inch of the dusty Walla was covered in moss coloured slier. The ceiling was crushing me with every step. I was droning as the walls caved in. I could smell the odours from the dead animals creeping its way up my swollen nose. The scent whirling around, getting stronger, the further into its world it got. This unfamiliar place kept feeling further away from home and slowly felt my heartbeat increasing. Abode thirst scream, a suicidal blood splatter, a choking stench, a gruesome Tate, a trembling body, the world was slipping away at my trembling fingertips. And i stumbled my way deeper and deeper; the dusty darkness became somewhat mysterious. The once slime covered walls, were now shiny glass and had been stretched into a dome. There was a strange smell, like shoe polish, flowing around the room. The disturbing silence was growing more frightening. It was lifeless. My eyes were drawn to an ago iin sight. Right in front of my blurring vision, the reflection strewn across the glass, stopped my pulse. Jet-black eyes, red tangles locks, and brightly coloured clothing stared back at me like a laser-light. A droning sound echoed off the revealing walls. It was the same sound as the grandfather clock made in my old grandmother’s house. It bounced around, as if to make fun of me. It was ripping away at my ear drums with its repetitive noise, increasing by the second. Silvery illuminates

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