The Story Of A Haunted House : A Short Story

It was getting later and later, and they were still in there “ What was that ” Diego asked Vanessa, but as he got no response he turned around, and Vanessa was nowhere to be spotted. “ Where is she!” asked Cesar “ I don’t know,” responded Diego, so they turned back heading the way they had came from looking for Vanessa, but she was nowhere to be found. As they kept walking, they could hear a dripping sound and every time they walked more and more it would get louder and louder. So they followed the noise, and as they did, they got terrified, and they started to tremble. So they stopped and sat in some old scourge dirty chairs that were thrown on the ground so they can calm down from the haunt that was happening, as they were sitting down they can smell an earthy, metallic smell all over. “ Cesar what is that behind you it looks strange,” questioned Diego and as Cesar turned to see what it was, it was a gory cadaver, so they ran out till where they had come in from forgetting about Vanessa and trying to ignore what they had seen. Cesar and Diego just continued to run for their life until they got to Diego 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

During the next weeks, Elizabeth was plagued by the memories of her aunt’s face as she spoke of the missing girls, and told her friends of her suspicions, and they told her that the cellar was supposedly haunted, and dared her to go down and talk to the ghost, or whatever was down there.

Day after day, we would pass the mansion building on our way to and from school. Branches of vines and clusters of moss crawled up the sides of the building. I could see the paint, tearing off the walls. People for years have said the mansion building is haunted, but I don’t believe it. They say people have been possessed and killed there. Olivia, of course, believes every detail anyone tells him. To teach him a lesson, we decided to plan to spend the night in the mansion building this Saturday.

The article “Ghost Stories: There Was Something About My New House” by Hannah Betts, follows the author’s own paranormal encounter in her old home. Hannah and her family moved into a spacious Victorian manor that was always rumored to be haunted. Being skeptics, the Betts family decided to move into the house anyway. During their time in the manor, several smaller encounters, such as hearing footsteps and voices; which ultimately led to a ghost breaking a mirror, etching 666 into the shards of glass, and writing “I’m going to (explicit) kill you all” in blood. In her article, Betts uses pathos to appeal to the reader’s emotions by her use of tone and mood, the parts of speech, and foreshadowing.

“If you call them, you'd have to tell them where we are staying. How would Grandfather take his ‘perfect grandchild's’ lie? You promised my mother you’d look after me. You lied! I'm just having fun, something you couldn't do if it hit you in the face!” With a huff, Sarah twirled and ran into the bedroom.

He was now left alone in a familiar territory. All around the house, white sheets covered many artifacts that once entertained an audience. The house had a slight smoky odour, which tickled his nose. Although he tried to stay quiet, each step he took the floor creaked in response, probably due to the renovations the house was under.

One stormy night, when a black cat was roaming a haunted house, it stumbled into the pantry and found some cheez-its. The cat ate some of it, and it went off to go explore some of the house. While the cat is exploring, it finds a hole

David wasn't happy about moving, especially moving into a haunted house. Well, he wasn't sure that it was haunted. After all, he'd only ever seen it in a single picture. But David knew that an old house out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but trees, could never mean anything good.

wind. It was as if it was crying, almost howling for its voice to be

“The others did not know what to think, but Lucy was so excited that they all went back with her into the room. She rushed ahead of them, flinging open the door of the wardrobe and cried, "Now! Go in and see for yourselves.”

Hello, I am Brooke Hicks, a ghost who looks after her old school. I died from a bunny attack during a science lab experiment. Long story but that is for another time. Well now I am going to tell you about something happening at this school right now.

She didn’t know where she was going, but something inside of her told her to run far away and fast.

One week later Angelica found herself living with her aunt Rosalyn and her two daughters Esmeralda and Elizabeth. They lived in one of the wealthiest towns right near the royal castle. The town was very posh and sophisticated everything was high tech and fancy, not mention the house her aunt lived in, it didn’t even look like a house it was more like a castle! Fully furnished, six bedrooms all with their own en

As lydia stepped inside she was greeted by chaos. Her mother yelling on the phone , her brothers arguing about whose turn it was to play with their favorite toys ,the old dusty television on full volume, the house smelling of smoke from the cigarette that her mother held in between her fingers. Lydia let out a loud frustrated sigh and went to her room.