Summary Of Wynonna's Short Story: The Haunted House

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

“Well wouldn’t you look at someone weirdly if you had just saved someone from a demon?” he cleverly tossed back at me.

Emmeric smelled smoke. He had been enjoying his barley porridge during his break with his younger sister, Emelnie, when he realized something was wrong. He rushed to look out the window of their small home to see where the smoke was coming from. His father’s crops were on fire! Emmeric told his sister to stay put while he went outside to find his father. That was when he saw a large, golden creature surveying the rest of the farm. Emmeric quickly realized that the beast was the cause of the fire. He recognized the scaly creature from stories told by merchant’s from out west. It was a Sunborne, the rarest dragon in Meplioca, Emmeric’s home

Haley was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Jocelyn, open the door! You're making yourself ill. What are you doing? Open the door!"

I walked the few meters to her room and knocked. I heard her groan as a sign of giving me entrance.

I screamed from the impact, already feeling a trickle of blood somewhere on my face. Yet a scratch was the least of my worries, the old man stood like a dark demon at the top of the hill, his facial expression unknown, he was nothing but a shadow. What worried me the most was the black outline of a shotgun in his hand lowering my way, I prayed to God one la…..

It was Halloween and all of the kids were out and about going from door to door, until suddenly at the end of the development there was a bright light making the entire neighborhood light up. When everyone turned to see what could create such a bright light they noticed that a house was engulfed in flames.

“Dammit.” He wheeled his horse in a full circle. Wasn’t it enough that he thanked her and gave her the best damn advice she’d ever hear? If he wasn’t so irritated about a woman saving him, he might have found her intriguing. Few men would come to a stranger’s aid, in particular since most of them resembled a gunfighter. Even with her limitations, the woman’s guts and good intuitions saved his life. Since he’d simmered down, he knew he couldn’t leave any woman alone. He didn’t need that on his conscience too. Outlaws were one thing, cantankerous women were quite

A warm breeze passes through the house as Neva tries to air the various rooms out. Birds chirp outside of the windows and leaves rustle beneath them, but she doesn't stop cleaning to enjoy the beautiful day. Her mother walks by and jokingly chants a snippet from an ancient cartoon. "Cinderella, Cinderella," she sings. The young girl cracks a smile and giggles at the comparison. "I just want things to look and smell nice for when he gets here, that's all," she responds. "If I could get you to work this hard all the time, this place would look like a mansion," Her mom says with a coy smile. They exchange a look before chuckling and moving on in their conversation.

“You’re pretty friendly with him, so you distract him while I sneak up, okay?” he explained, and she barely had time to nod before he was pushing her out and saying, “Great!”

Aase Wegner glared angrily at her uncle. Shane was sitting in a rocking chair by the fire, reading a book. He was in his late fifties, with thinning grey hair, crooked glasses, and old-fashioned clothes. “You promised me.” Aase’s voice was deathly calm, but there was venom behind her usually warm brown eyes. Shane sighed. “Now, Aase, I got you a perfectly fine birthday present-” “You were supposed to let me in the library!” Aase interrupted, now definitely angry. The problem here, was that Shane had promised to let Aase into the library on the lower floor of their house as a thirteenth birthday present, and now refused to.

It was one Thursday, in October, only 22 hours to Halloween, everyone was excited to get candy and see other people's costumes. On that day after school in New York city, some group of adventurous friends was talking about what were they going to do tomorrow on Halloween, then Ricky said, “ Hey y’all, we should all of us go tomorrow to the famous haunted Knox Mansion, who is down to go.?” then some of the friends looked frightened, Randy, the most fearful of all, was getting nervous and said, “ I don’t know guy’s, I don’t really think is a good idea…” then Edgar responded “ Nah bro, don’t be scary cat” then Randy said with an annoyed voice, “I'm not a scary cat, I’m just

“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.

Billie and Mac simultaneously looked up at the house in front of them and shivered at the creepy sight. The entire house leaned slightly to the left, all of its windows cloudy and either cracked or broken. The what-used-to-be pearly white paint has chipped away and faded to a smoky, charred gray, its steps leading to a gravel pathway and a trashed covered, neglected lawn.

This is a story about two cool boys who encountered an evil spirit that comes out every December 1st, to collect people's heads and keep them as trophies.