The Hero's Short Story: The Haunted House

It all started when we just bought our new house. “MOM! Where is my desk for my room” asked Rome. “Alice said she saw it in the kitchen” exclaimed Brook (Mom). When Rome went into the kitchen whining over to her desk, she grabbed it and started pulling…”what the heck” yelled Rome, her desked wasn't moving it was as if something wasn't letting it bugde. Rome was getting mad and impatient, so she yanked the desk, and it got throw across the room. “AHHHHH” screamed Rome, as she ran away to her mother. “MOM...MOM” said Rome, “what sweety” said brook, “Something is in this house with us!” said Rome. Brook with a very worried look on her face remembering the old owner saying “Beware the spirit, treat with harm it gives harm, treat with kind, it is kind.” Brook

Carson Smith McCullers’s story, “The Haunted Boy,” explains the relationship between two boys named Hugh Brown and John Laney. One day after school, Hugh and John came home to find out that Hugh’s mother is gone. Hugh begins to freak out and panic, while John remains calm and unfazed. The two boys have an unbreakable friendship and depend on one another to be there for each other in good times and bad.

Eragon is a simple farm boy who lives in a quiet little town in the corner of the country known as Alagaësia. One day, while Eragon was hunting in the woods he heard an explosion. When he checks out the explosion he finds a glowing blue stone. He instantly thinks that he can sell it for food, so he decides to take it home. Back at his house he told his Uncle Garrow and his cousin Roran what he had found. When they can’t sell the stone Eragon decides to keep it in his room. Late one night the stone squeaked, then it cracked and a dragon popped out. When Eragon touched the dragon he felt an urge of energy run through him. He had activated a mental connection with the dragon. It left a white insignia on the palm of his hand. Eragon then decides

Dawn is the first to notice it, “What is that?” she says as she stops to admire it. Sage acknowledges that they have to keep going before the day returns. Dawn does not care and she follows the sparkle as if in a trance. Now, there are only 4 of them left, they are still confident that the job can get done. They keep heading towards the kingdom, that is when Alexander began doubting himself. He say “ I can’t fight, I don’t even know how to hold a sword let alone slay a dragon, you all go on without me”. Sages eyes grew disappointed, but she could only understand the circumstances. Three of the friends remained on the treacherous trip to the kings empire. Again they thought about the probability of winning this fight. The night grew darker and the rain heavier, but they were determined to keep going. All of sudden, the sound of branches snapped and thumped to the ground “Ouch!” they heard, it was Reid. He had been hurt by the large branch that collapsed, blood ran down his arm as he said “I’m hurt”. Sage made it clear we were almost there and he needed medical attention however he refused and turned around. The fate of the village grew heavy of the remaining soldiers. Sage, and Evelyn might not be enough to stop such terror as Dare the dragon. The kingdom light were in sight, and Evelyn was shaking in her boots. OF course it was cold outside but this was something different “I’m terrified” she said

Sylvia watched Malessica run away, starting to control her dragon. Leaving the wolf inanimate, the bear, growled loudly at Dorian. Malessica used the night and the trees to keep her hidden. Though she knew Sylvia’s creatures could smell her, she didn’t let it faze her. She still had an advantage while being hidden. Sylvia laughed as the ink dragon opened its mouth. An orange light illuminated the inside of it’s mouth growing brighter by the second. A continuous flamethrower emitted from the dragon’s mouth, setting the trees around her ablaze. Malessica ran around, not wanting to get caught up in the dragon’s flames.

"No time for that now little hawk! You must warn your people, the great dragon has finally escaped his binding and is wreaking havoc on Camelot. We don't know how far he may go to seek his vengeance." Merlin nodded and leapt out of the tree, her deep blue eyes flashing a brilliant gold as she floated down to the forest floor without injury. As soon as her feet touched ground she was off like a shot racing through the forest back to the camp, Mona clinging to her hair as the trees blurred past them. They arrived in minutes and Merlin found Tauren swiftly racing into his tent with barely a knock on one of the posts to let him know he had company. He looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow.

Every culture throughout the world has their own unique stories of their beginnings and histories, their own mythologies. In these mythologies there are stories of creations, destruction’s, Gods, Goddesses, heroes, villains, features, and creatures. That last category being one that enraptures them all. The tales of mythological creatures are ones that have captivated the masses since the beginning. Children are told stories of the wonderful, and sometimes fearsome, creatures that dominate the world of mythology. Of all those many creatures, one of the creatures spread through nearly all cultures, in some form or another, good or bad, is the dragon. In the lands of the East the dragon is often seen as a symbol of strength, power, and good luck (Wu, 2015), in the Western lands the dragon is often seen as the opposite, it 's seen as destruction and chaos, bringing nothing but terror and bad luck. Which ever version of the dragon one chooses to believe in, and despite the things children are led to believe in their bedtime stories, some dragons are more then just monsters that knights slay to save the princess. Dragons, in their various forms, represent a plethora of things to many different cultures around the world. This paper will talk about what dragons are, what they mean to the Chinese, Slavic, and Celtic cultures, their part in the history of those cultures along with the world, and how they continue to captivate the imagination and teach the people of today.

Kieran had mixed feelings about her, sometimes he remembered fond memories of her hugs, his face buried in her shoulder and her robes the scent of cinnamon. Her comforting words, always encouraging no matter how often he failed in his private lessons or when his father talked about him in disdain. Then, he’d remember her betrayal and it made him wonder if it was a lie. Confusion and anger bubble up inside him, his fist tightened around the wooden dragon.

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.

As soon as I wake up I hear my mom’s gentle voice telling me “wake up honey”. I looked at my mom and smiled then she smiles back at me. Good morning Mother good morning sweetie it’s time to go to school so get dressed. Got it mom I said as as she left the room then I got dressed. I walked to the dining room and saw the breakfast on the table I smiled then started to eat.my mom walked to me and kissed me on the forehead and said I got to go to work love you. Okay mom oh after school I’m going somewhere with Mac, hail and Bre. Got it Alex just be safe and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do my mom said as she left. I sighed as I listened to my friends talk in the lunchroom about going to some house that is said to be haunted. Alex my best friend hail said taking me out of my thoughts. Yes what did you want? I said hoping it wasn’t about the haunted house. We are gonna explore the haunted house you're going with right? Guys why do we have to do that can’t we just go to the movies or something? I said trying to get out of this. Because Alex it’s cool and spooky and no one else wants to go explore it so we got to be the ones to explore it just come on please no I’m not going please no please? Fine only if you stop begging. Thank you we will meet meet and Bre’s house he says smiling. So before you must be prepared for the spookiness she says then smile and looksat max. Aren’t you excited to go to? Yep I can’t wait it’s so exciting he said smiling at her. I sighed and thought yeah he

It was a sunny morning the streets were honking filled with cars. I called my friend over so we could play baseball. Ethan had told me that there was a haunted house on halloween that was the scariest in town. I was never a big fan of halloween all the costumes, people coming to your house that's weird. And plus this haunted house we are supposed to go to is right by the woods. “Ethan I don't think i'm going to that place it's right by the woods”. Ethan was looking at me like i was crazy, “ ARE YOU NUTS! We are going no matter what and we are going to bring James as well”.

They continued to walk through all the rooms in the house. Every room was dedicated to something. For example, one of the rooms was definitely a library because it had many shelves and was filled with books. All of the rooms had dust and cobwebs along them. Uncle Cliff kept hearing noises and wanted to leave but, Lulu just kept making excuses on reasons to stay. She wanted to stay and explore the house because it had seemed interesting to her.

The dragons awed, making a sound of approval. Some ran outside and blew scorches of fire into the air, signifying the appearance of another dragon. Other dragons flying through the air looked towards the commotion and joined the crowd. When everything had quieted down, one dragon began to speak. His scales were a bright red-orange and his eyes were furrowed in concentration, even to the point of seeming like anger. His voice resonated and sounded like he was talking through water. “Look, his scales aren’t even red.” The other dragons were so excited about the birth of a baby dragon that they didn’t see that what he said was true. The cave began to be filled with concerned murmurs. One of the dragon elders stepped forward, Grandine, and grabbed the baby dragon gently. She cradled him in her arms and spoke to the crowd. “We cannot judge the child now, we can only wait and see.” The noise quieted down, but there was still murmurs.

“Forever and again” she exclaimed. Placing her graceful hand in his, as she had a thousand times before, and stepped from her cardboard abode to meet her dashing knight and his brother. Gazed deeply into her eyes that could swallow you up and never let you go. Made for each other: in love and in sickness. The dragons took rest within his fair maiden; their names were sickness and loss. He, as the knight, looked upwards to the glazed sky, dreaming, wishing for

Their world had been green and full of life, the people were good humored and cheerful. Great parties would fill the sky with brilliant colors as displays of power from the Mages were put on for the people’s amusement, the winds would carry the melodies of instruments to the far reaches of the even the largest cities. They did have the rare occasion of towns or villages being attacked by a monster, but overall there had been nothing in the whole history of the world to make the people think that they ever had to worry about the end of everything. Then some time ago a rift formed in the sky, and through it poured dragon after dragon, until the whole planet was over run and burnt to the ground. Before that moment dragons had been nothing but fairy tales, creatures designed only to frighten little children. It had been terrible to be witness those fairy tales now come to life. To watch as people running for their lives, only to be engulfed in flames and burnt to the bone or to hear the screams of people being dragged from their hiding places and eaten alive.