The Monkey's Room-Personal Narrative

As you walk down the ally it rains, it is night you should not be out here everyone knows that except you. You are just visiting from acrost the bay. Tonight while walking back to your car, you relise that your car was stolen. All that's left is your keys in your right pocket next to your phone and a peice of gum. Then just as you think that it just can't get worse, a mugger comes up from behind you. He puts his gun to your stomach and says " We both want something the other person can provide, I want money and you don't want to get filled with led, so..." after that all you hear is a scream. You look up and all you see is somthing unhuman this creature had long pointed ears, it had wings that were 6 ft across, and you can already see the

“Caitlin, it’s good to see you again,” Jessie Wells said to me as I signed into the hospital, it seemed sad that I had been there so much the staff knew my name.

There was no answer as I got to the bottom of the staircase I felt someone's breath on my neck I turned around no one was there. I walked into the kitchen and multiple plates were broken on the floor. I started to clean it up, but as I was I kept hearing noises and the wind rushing past me. I got up to check if a door was open and it was closed. As I was walking back to the kitchen to finish cleaning I saw a woman in black standing in my kitchen.

Every night my mom would read me a chapter or two of a “Junie B Jones” book. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to read by myself. Reading seemed like a special power people posessed when they got older, it seemed astonishing to me. The first series I really liked was “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”. I’ve read every single book in the series, whenever the next book from the series would come out, i’d get it first thing the next day. I never really read that often after I finished the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” series. Those books really entertained me and anything else I read from the point didn't sway me. In fourth grade, I had a really awesome teacher that was really hard on me, but I really believe she helped me the most. I don't remember everything

I sat in a chair next to a peep hole in the window the entire night. I saw the sun fall over the distant mountains. Then I saw its rays hit them with the break of morning. It lived to see tomorrow, and so did I.

My nose was hurting, and I was trying to piece things together. When I took a look in the mirror everything came back to me, I was being hunted by something unknown, and the feeling of being watched came back to me. I was beginning to panic, but realized I was safe. The monster didn't want to kill me other wise I would be dead, this was a game to it, it was its way to have a good time and relieve itself of boredom. I would only be hunting if I played along to, or tried to face it. Fear is only scary if you allow it to be. I went to the wooded area where I was met by it before, it still smelled the same so I knew it was near. I waited for almost a half hour before falling asleep in the woods, it was peaceful in there and it felt surreal. The dream i was having was the most peaceful thing i have ever experienced, there was a medley of tunes that made my body vibrate, the perfect shade of light to make it seem like it was a holy place. The thing was i never woke, the monster had killed me in my sleep, things like this happen when you try and face your fears, all alone, at least i felt at peace. I also didn't feel alone, it felt like everybody i knew as there beside me, trying to guide me through this unknown place, the hunter got me in the end but it taught me things i would have not known if it had never

“Dave, you idiot! You no good scum bucket, get back in your stall!” How on earth could this horse have gotten out of his stall yet again?

We kept walking and we saw another trail but it looked really spooky so since we weren’t scared we followed the trail through a dark forest it was something else , we heard some scary noises from the woods we were so scared that we started running like we usually do when we hear something scary it was really amusing . We continued to follow the trail it was really peaceful we saw big pond and houses far away in that particular spot it looked so beautiful I could just faint that's how beautiful Mother Nature was for the second time , we kept walking and walking we saw a deer it was radical and was making weird noises though it was really funny , we kept walking we saw big pond and there was a long bridge there was water from the pond on the bridge a little bit my friends thought it was funny to start splashing it to each other then I saw a black thing in the water just wiggling and I realized it was letch I screamed so loud "ahhhhhhhh" while panicking we decide to go back home before we see more surprising #scary things along the

In Cage 15, there was a bald eagle. Regal and upright, imperial and intimidating, it stood on a log, paying me no heed as I scribbled adjectives. A sign beside on the wooden cage beside the barred window called her Spirit and informed the reader why she had been committed to the asylum. She’d dislocated her left wing in 1989.

I looked up at this figure as if it was the devil himself, the figure took off his hood so I could see his face and what I saw was unbearable, his face was covered in blood all around the mouth leading up to his simple nose. I did not want to look into his eyes wondering if I would be the next victim, but I did it anyway. His eyes were bright blue and full of wonder and sorrow as if they had been only the worst things in life, adding up to his hair, brown hair like a bear you would only come across in the dangerous mountains. The creature had a pale white tone to it as if its skin has never seen the sun. I stared at the monster or man or whatever it was for what seemed like forever, a moment later I snapped back into reality and when I glanced up the creature was standing right in front of me, it grabbed my neck and then it all went black, I opened my eyes and look all around and it was only just a dream. I looked over at the clock and it was about three am. I tried going back to sleep but I couldn’t, an hour went by I kept tossing and

Room, this is about a tragic story of a woman that has been kidnaped and was trapped in

When I reached my front door I heard the same noise that was at the beach, so I rushed into my house only to find nothing but silence. I then started thinking it was all in my head until the noise started again. I turned around only to find a strange creature staring at me. The strange creature stared at me for what seemed like hours, only to turn around and walk out of the house and submerge itself into the water at the

My eyes drooped before finally sealing themselves closed. It only lasted for a second thought, as a bright light and a small pop, followed by his shriek of terror, brightened my eyes to open back up. Another flash of light popped next to me, then another. The man pushed off of my back leaving my body on the ground in a broken mess. I gasped for air like a maniac. My chest burned with each breath I took, but at this point I embraced it each time with my uncontrollable desperation for air. I watched as the bits of light continued to hit the ground. The once malicious demon now ran off in front of me, swiping his top hat with his free hand as he made his escape. Following him were the flashes of light on the ground. Shortly after the man ran past the arch of dead trees and disappeared into the unknown the sound of pattering footsteps emerged from behind me. Whispers were made as I began to calm my breathing. I couldn’t understand what they were saying as they tried to keep their voices away from me. One of the set of footsteps made their way around to the front of me before I shut my eyes again. Once the footsteps became silent the presence of a palm pressed gently onto my neck. The feeling of warmth and softness quickly flowed through my body, warming up the death and despair from before with hope and hospitality. It laid there for a while before pulling itself away from me. A voice raised itself up to speak but was quickly silenced by

Reaching out slowly I went to skim the top of the water with my long fingers, before I could make contact with the pool however, my long wavy ebony hair fell in front of my face. Plunging into the water. I held my breath in fearful anticipation, waiting for something to happen. I leaned over the pool watching as my black hair emerged deeper into the water. Strangely, no ripples danced across the water, and even stranger, the image of the door was even clear than before. Suddenly, I felt the grip my knees had in the soft pearly beach surrounding the intriguing pool begin to slip. Frantically, I waved my arms and tried to lean backwards to resist my imminent fall into the pool. It was to no avail however, for I was thrust into the cold water, robbing me of breath. I clawed for the surface, but a mysterious weight kept pulling me down into the unnatural deep pool. I let out a silent scream and opened my eyes ignoring the stinging pains of the cold salty water. The inky darkness I expected gaze upon in my final moments was not there however, instead an image of the door from before was all I could see. The picture multiplied and soon I was surrounded by doors upon doors, as if I was in a room full of mirrors, and I knew not what was real. My chest began to burn as the pressure on it increased and finally I could no longer deprive myself the instinct to breath any

The three of you decided to continue down the hallway. Sarah and Rayna walk in front so they were the one who fell into the huge hole full of rats. Sarah and Rayna scream for help as the rats devour them. You freak out and run home. That night you keep having nightmares and couldn't take it anymore so you take some sleeping pills. The next morning your sister come into your room to find you dead. You overdosed.