The White House On Maple Street Short Story

It was also discovered, that there was a lady buried in the backyard, one who passed away 50-60 years prior. She also learned from her neighbors that the lady who had died in the house before they moved in, was a very good housekeeper. She was described as always keeping her house clean. Filban said it might have been her moving the furniture. She also added, since her mother did not keep the house very clean, it might have been the woman’s spirit coming by to clean house.

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.

This book report is over Haunted Houses by Patricia D. Netzley. The book is part of a series called The Mystery Library. The main goal of the series is to examine strange and often unbelieveable or unexplainable events. The author’s writes this series and her other books for the age range of kids to young adults. This book in particular goes into depth about the history of haunted house and everything surrounding them like sightings, ghosts, poltergeist, speaking to spirits, and investigation.

They each wore many layers of tattered clothing and looked like northern outdoorsmen who had been living on their own for far too long. They sat at the table with two small and burn scarred coffee mugs filled with hot water. Along with an incomplete deck of cards scattered across the table resembling some sort of poker game. On days when they did not need to scavenge and it was clear enough to see through the ash and cloud covered skies, they sat at the table and looked out over the capital. Hundreds of years ago this would have been a beautiful view of the gorgeous White House and it’s landscape. There would have been colorful displays of lush green grass and trees, with the iconic white pillars of the White House towering in the back ground. Today the pillars are still there except for one in the middle which had crumbled at its top but the bottom still stood, rising half way up in the air. Its beautiful yard was now black and ash covered and any trees had long since rotted away. The building itself was still incredibly well put together compared to it’s peers. It stood as a glimpse of what was once possible of human kind, only to be snatched away by the sudden

In 1921 at the age of thirty-nine years old Franklin Delano Roosevelt contracted polio after he swam in the water at a Boy Scout Camp. Shortly afterwards, George Foster Peabody told the New York Governor Roosevelt a story about a young polio victim who was cured by swimming in the year round 88 degree Fahrenheit water at Warm Springs, Georgia (Minchew, 2003). President Roosevelt visited Warm Springs forty-one times, first arriving in 1924, and he continued to visit at least once a year during his presidency. He enjoyed staying at Warm Springs so much, that in 1926 Roosevelt decided to purchase the property from George Foster Peabody. In 1927 he turned the property into the Warm Springs Foundation to help find a treatment for polio and invited many in the community to come swim with him in the pools at the foundation. The Little White House was built in 1932 for President Roosevelt so that he could visit the area more frequently and escape from his presidential duties. The importance of the Little White House was that American citizens in the rural areas of Georgia were able to rally around the new president during the Great Depression as he was seen by the community as a friend rather than a politician.

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Since the near end of President John Adams’ one term in the year 1800, the White House has served as home to every U.S. President. Although “the people’s house” as it was referred to by Mrs.Kennedy, is tenanted by only one powerful family at a time their footsteps are not the only ones that grace the hallways of the nearly 55,000 square foot executive mansion. Every four to eight years (in most cases) a family moves out of the White House as another moves in, but there are individuals who stay for decades; these are the many members of the White House residence staff. As the staff are sworn to secrecy by the unspoken code of honor inherited by their professional predecessors, stories such as those found between the covers of this

Have you ever wondered about the white house? The construction of the white house took eight years to finish. The White House has lots of details. One of many is that the White House takes over three-hundred gallons of paint to cover it. Fun Facts about the white house consists of random things. One random thing is how on average six-thousand people visit the White House per day. Presidents also have a huge impact on the White House. Our presidents all make their own moderations to make the house their own for their term. The White House is the greatest and most valuable landmark in the United States

The White House is the presidents private home. Construction begin in 1792. Our first president picks the location and watches as it was built. But he never lives in the White House. In 1800, President John Adams and his wife moved in. They were the first residents. When they moved in, only six rooms were finished. Since then the White House has had many changes. The inside was rebuilt after a fire in 1814. Another fire damaged the White House in 1929. Each President has made his own changes too. Today the White House is complete with 132 rooms, 35 bathrooms, 8 staircasses, and 3 elevators. There is a movie theater, a tennis court a bowling ally, and a swimming pool. The house isn't the only thing that has changed. Before it was named the White

The White House is the home and workplace of the President of the United States since 1800, which was first inhabited by John Adams. This house was home for forty-three of the forty-four Presidents of the United States, two of which have actually died in the Executive Mansion, but also the presidents did have family members who died within the walls of the White House. With all of the this house’s rich history, it may not be a surprise that it is rumored to be haunted, and is considered one of the most haunted houses in the United States. There are reports of sightings of past Presidents and spouses by different Presidents, their families, and foreign dignitaries.

Countless works of literature have sentimentalized the house as a space of sanctuary; however, in time the house came to incorporate the mysterious also, as haunted houses allowed the supernatural to dwell alongside the living. Fictional narratives have long since utilized the house as a venue for character and situation to develop, dispersing opportunities for authors to bring symbolism and metaphor to their works. Julio Cortázar drew upon the house setting in his short stories “Bestiary” and “House Taken Over”, not just as a venue for his tales to play out, but as places that echoed the themes, character, and structure for the unusual could enter and abide. Cortázar’s treatment of the bizarre as a part of the natural family life of the house,

Grey’s office I saw a door with my fathers name on the placard. Of course being the curious person that I am I tried the door but it was locked. As I continued to the end of the hall I pondered why my father’s name was on the door. I had to know what was in the room! When I entered Mr. Grey’s office I was shocked at how bland it all was. There were no pictures of a wife, children, or any friends. The room was devoid of any items. All that was to be seen was a desk with a computer on it, two filing cabinets, a window overlooking the city, and seating for three. When I walked over to the window I saw a flag that was billowing in the gusty conditions, between the window I was looking out of and the window of the room that had my dad’s name on it. I looked at the flagpole, then to the ground six stories down, then back at the flag. I seized my courage, then I opened the window and stepped onto the slim window sill. I held on tightly to the wall as I was buffeted by the notorious Chicago wind. I could make it I told myself and jumped. I grabbed the flag pole and swung back and forth working up momentum for my next jump. When I had gathered enough momentum I released the flag pole and hurled myself through the empty air to the window sill where I struggled to open the window to the room that had my fathers name on it. When I opened the window my foot slipped and I clung to the window as my body swung over the six story drop. I pulled myself up and swiftly slipped through the window before I collapsed shaking. I had almost died. I got myself together and took in the rest of the room that I had risked so much to enter. What now? The room was dusty I noticed as I moved to the deck picking up a picture of mom and I, except for one painting on the wall. It was a beach scene that my mom painted right before their fateful trip. When I walked over to it, I took the painting off the wall so I could touch a piece of my parents. Behind the

Once they got out of the airport and onto the highway, the roads were less abound with cars and taxis. Tim couldn't help but think that Floridians must have a replete of orange juice in their refridgerators if the amount of orange trees in the area was any indication. Their subdivision was about 45 minutes from the airport. Everyone in Tim's family had seen the house only in pictures except for Tim's father who had made two trips to Florida since the purchasing of the home. When the taxi pulled up in front of 3567 North Lake Dr., Tim was still shocked at how magnificent the house was. The house was enormous. It was a weird green tinge; it reminded Tim of throwup. He had no idea why his mom would pick such a disgusting color. The house was two stories with a balcony occupying the second floor and through the front door, you could see a beautiful crystal chanderlier. To the right of the home was a three car garage attached to the house; to the left was a pool house. The mansion had way more rooms than their small home in China.

The house on Maple Street started lifting up into space. The man and his wife started freaking out. The wife got the kids to get their bed sheets and so did the dad. They started leaping out one by one. The wife had the youngest in her arm while jumping. The bed sheets began turning into parachutes! The husband grabbed their dog last and jumped out the house over 1000 feet up and the floated down easy.

Back in 1792 when he was only five, Tim had traveled from upstate New York to Washington D.C. where he solved his first problem. It was the summer of 1792, and with the summer comes the bugs. Not just any bugs, it was Fred the fly and Stan the spider. They were attacking Mr. President. He is the most important person in the United States and he was being attacked like crazy! What would the Americans do without him? The first idea that came to Tim’s head was “let's build a huge house”. So Tim did just that. He didn't waste any time and sprang into action. It took only a few hours and it was complete. A few bangs and pows. On the presidential grounds stood a pink house. Tim named it The White House to keep racial discrimination to a minimum. No Tim didn't just paint it pink to make it look pretty, he did it to scare the bugs off. Tim had just realized that the president’s term was coming to an end so he had convinced the U.S to let him live in his White House for another