The Night The Ghost Got In

One night when I was a little kid, I had a nightmare where I felt like I was being watched by someone or something. I was laying on the couch in my grandparents' living room. When I woke up, I started to get a weird feeling. Like someone was there, so I slowly sat up. I called out for my grandparents. No one answered so I decided to walk to their bedroom. They were sound asleep. Weird I thought to myself. So I walked back into the living room to check if someone was outside. When I looked out the living room window, I saw a man sitting on the fence in a crouched position: just staring into the house waiting for someone to notice him. I stared at him for the longest time, I slowly backed away from the window. I quickly ran to my room. When laying there in my bed, I lay there feeling scared. I kept getting scared when I thought what if he came into the house. After a while of laying there, I tried to fall asleep. Trying to keep my mind off about what I just saw.

First they stopped at a few houses to get candy, and to meet up with each other. Once they got their candy they decided to head towards the residence to get the real scoop on what was going on in the house.They walked up towards the front entrance and stared at the horrific details of the house for a second. The wood was rotted out and the grass was all the way up to their hips. The boys heard a rustle in the bushes and they all slowly turn their heads to see what was near them. It was only a crow building a nest, it saw them and screeched at them...then it flew away... Startled, the boys focus back on the house, just a little more anxious this

One cold evening, passing by the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. Regretting every step I took as I heard my boots clink against the cold, rubbled cement. A shrill echoed throughout the mist and my hair immediately stood on end and a shiver raced down my spine as a lump came to my throat. The gravestones stood still, row upon row like soldiers lining up to march, then another ear-splitting shrill pronounced the air as I cupped my ears. It stopped. I began bustling home quicker and quicker as the palms of my hands began to profusely sweat and get colder. I turned to my right and there was a house which didn't seem to have anybody living in it. The house was caked in grime and some windows weren't quite right. They were off center and even some were boarded up, only leaving the slimmest of crawlers to struggle to get through. The overgrown branches covered the doorway leading in as if it was warning me to stay away. Some say the house hadn’t been lived in for seven years and as people walk by they can hear noises from inside. I stopped and stared. I noticed a woman and man standing in the window, staring at every move I made. She looked about her mid 80s with tubes running around her ears and into her nose. I slowly walked, then sprinted as if I stole something. I then finally got home and my father, Liam, was sitting in the recliner with his broken down rugged cane. I slung my backpack around my back, threw it off, and ran up to him and gave him a big hug. He

There were wagons out, and rows of houses that had mold and rusty old metal and from the looks of it one could tell that the town was in a hurry to leave the little old ghost town.“yup, this town did not want to stand in the middle of the war” Jaylee had added when we all saw their belonging left behind we knew that Citaly was right, what if some of these people didn’t make it alive. Than i got this weird feeling that someone was following me but i ignored i thought it was just in my head it than i turned around again because i had the weird feeling again i knew it wasn't in my head than i saw a Citaly and i saw that there were shadows following us it was a black shadow but it vanished quick as a fly before i could observe it “guys did you see that” i said, “i saw it did you see it Jaylee” Citaly said ,“ guys stop and Alex stop scaring her we still have so much more to see dont mess thi- huh did one of you say something”,“No why what did you hear” i said, than jaylee turned around and saw the shadows that Citaly and I saw the shadow made all three of us so terrified the hairs on are neck sticked out and goosebumps running down are spine we knew that the shadows were certainly not are shadows that's when we knew we had to flee the spooky Ghost

I’m just getting in the door, and I say to myself “oh course it has to be a two story house.” As I walk into the house I get shivers up my spine, and I know something is in the house I just don’t know what. As me being the curious one I know I have to keep going, and there I was standing in the doorway of a “haunted house.” I looked all through the living room, but I didn’t see anything. I was as scared as a jack-rabbit that had heard the howl of a wolf. I was just about to step on the first step, but I heard something run right past me. I turned around quicker than the speed of light, but then again nothing was there. I walked all the way up the stairs, and I started looking in the rooms. In the last room I checked I saw something crouched down in the corner.

It’s Halloween night. Your friends and you are going trick or treating, when you walk by an old, run down house. Did I mention that the sun has already went down? That’s it, we now have a perfect setting for a successful ghost story; however, the most important thing is missing; a ghost. Newton tells us what a great ghost story is in his “Introduction” for the Penguin Book of Ghost Stories. He mentions that a successful ghost story needs something to haunt the haunted. A successful ghost story is more than just the background and the story itself. The ghost story contains a background, story, ghost, and setting. M.R James forgets this in his short story “A View From a Hill.” Although the novel contains a disturbing story of the past, it fails

Her school was only two blocks away from her house so her walk was much shorter than that of her friends. When she and her friends reached Lincoln Street, Anne would take a right and walk down the winding road. Anne kept a steady pace so she would remain on schedule. No dilly-dallying or mother would wonder where she went. When Anne was almost to her house she would pick up the pace and run. This was because of the house next door. The house next door was painted jet black. The rocks in front of the house were also black and so was everything else. Anne’s friends said the house was haunted and so as to not get attacked by a bad spirit, Anne ran by the house on her way home from school each day. After slowing down she turned into her driveway and walked up the long path to the brick steps that were painted white that led up to the white front door. She would press the white doorbell and wait for her mother to come and open the door. While waiting she would count the number of white rocks in front of her house. When her mother opened the door she would always ask how Anne’s day was. Anne would respond with the usual answer of fantastic and then head up to her room to do her school work. Anne was very precise when it came to her school work. She didn’t want Mrs.Hubert to think any less of her. Every day was the same routine. There was no change and that’s how Anne liked it. A steady and constant

Everyone stood still and quiet, for fear that the tiniest noise would alarm the stranger. They were in the C wing, so he wouldn’t be there for at least twenty to thirty minutes. Mrs. Singh had us all play Quiet Mouse, Still Mouse, and the winner would get all of her classroom candy. At the very end when there was only two people playing, Russell and Roselynn, Isaac started sneezing nonstop causing the entire class to erupt in laughter like a chain reaction. Mrs. Singh hushed them quickly, for there was still an intruder close by. They heard footsteps going down the hall toward them. Everyone was frozen with fear and shock. They heard the knocking of a door. But it wasn’t their door. It was the door right in front of theirs. It was Mrs. Putnam’s room. Finally, there was a crashing noise as the sound of screams burst throughout the halls, causing shivers to go down everyone’s spines. The air was still. Everyone was staring at the door with true terror in their eyes. Time seemed to slow down as the sound of boots came closer and closer. The sight of the smooth, silver doorknob turning was too much to bare. Everyone was perfectly still, still with fear of what's to come, of the unknown. Since the door opened on the outside, there was a second boundary, the cabinet to protect the kids. Mrs. Singh and the kids were leaning against the cabinet to apply more weight. The man said eagerly pushing the cabinet out of the way, “Just let me in!”, Mrs. Singh

It had been two years since I unlisted in the military; after seeing 9/11 as a little boy back in New York, I felt obligated that I had to put these terrorist scums to rest. I was born and raised in a patriotic household; so that gave me a sense of encouragement to fight for the country I love. It had been almost a complete year since I saw my family last; which was exchanging gifts at Christmas. I just had to think to myself that I was here; fighting because of and for them and other American like them.

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.

Being stuck in a hospital is bad enough, but when your the head other the hospital and are being followed by ghosts it turns to a new level of bad. Ebenezer Scrooge was one of the most cold hearted man in St. Mary’s hospital. Scrooge was like a rock, never letting anyone in or talking about his feelings. Always pushing down people’s insecurities, and making them feel like the lowest on the Earth. Scrooge had already been visited by the ghost of Christmas past, he knew the next ghost can appear out of nowhere.

It's not a straightforward horror story. The story gains intensity when the narrator begins to stalk his victim. I find the story more creepy than scary.

The next morning, Ciara just laid in bed as she stared at her bedroom ceiling. She was dreading the idea of having to return to work after her dinner with Deaglan. She knew that she would have to continue feigning interest in him, and it’s not easy to pretend to be in love with the Devil himself. As she continued to think about last night and what was to come, her hands began to tremble more and more. Ciara’s nerves eventually got the best of her. She could no longer stomach the thought and sight of his face, emotionally and physically.

"I have an idea about where to look for the cemetery," Nate told them. "You guys want to see? It's not too far from where I met Hajji." He stepped out of the alcove and closed the cupboard behind Hannah and Will. "Except we should probably take some mace or something this time, just in case we see another bear."

Have you ever been afraid for your life in your own neighborhood? Have you ever decided not to go out because it got too dark or because you would have to walk alone? Have you ever looked over your shoulder or walked more quickly, afraid that someone was following you? I have not, and if you are also a man, you probably have not either. However, if you are a woman, you might have experienced harassment on the street from strangers that made you feel denigrated or even unsafe. I never realized that many women live this frightening reality every day until a few weeks ago, when I got an unexpected call from a friend after dark.