Who Is The Owner Of A Million Dollar Company?

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

Today is my first day in new neighbourhood in a new state. As we drove down the bumpy road to my new house, I noticed the house next door. The house next door had over grown trees, dead birds and rotting wood. I had a bad feeling with it from the start. Tomorrow is my first day at my new school and I still have no new friends. The next day at school I asked some other students about the house next door and they all said that there was an old man who lived there in the 1950ś and one day he disappeared. The police searched for him for 5 months and finally stopped looking for him. The day after they stopped looking, all of his body parts were found inside the old house with his legs in one corner and his body in the other. The neighbourhood was flooded with police officers the next day. When I heard this stomach churning story I ran home and sat on my window seat gazing at the house. Every time I looked in there I felt like something was watching me but I just told myself it was all in my head.

I would stay alert all night sometimes. Every gust of wind or howl of our neighborhood dogs would send shivers through my spine. Throughout the nights I could hear whispers. I could never make out words except for this night. (I was half asleep when) I heard it say “Let me out” I opened my eyes and I was in front of the basement door. BANG. “LET ME OUT!” I got up and ran to my room locking the door behind me. I was breathing heavy by the time I got to my room. Looking at my hands, I realized they were covered in salt. There had been salt surrounding the door to the basement.(I had never realized that there was salt that surrounded the door.)After that The month slowly passed by without even a sound from her. People prepared for upcoming Halloween. Pumpkins were carved and set out in the front of people’s houses as people prepared for this week, Halloween. A loud bang i heard chains fall against the stairs along with soft foot steps ( I brought a flashlight to talk to her then her I could see her cold black eye through the

My mother had left my dad’s house slippers by the coat rack behind the door. I was grateful to her as the floor felt like ice. Hanging up my coat, I slipped into my dad’s bathrobe, which was hanging on its peg. We had a fireplace in the living room and the chimney exited the west side of the roof. I smelled the smoke of the dying fire, and I knew my mom was in bed. The bedrooms were located on the second story. Her room was located at the end of the hallway, and my room was at the head of the stairs above the

Five minutes left of my safe haven. Which means ten minutes until I come back to reality. Ten minutes until I see my father. RING! Sounded the bell, breaking me from my nightmare. I gathered my books and put on my sunglasses. I walked out of the school feeling nauseous. I walked the short distance to my house. My hand shook against the door knob. I turned it, checking to see if it was locked. It was open, so I walked straight in. It was quiet. Too quiet. I walked around looking for my father. I checked the couch, not there. I checked him and my "mothers" room, not there. I let a smile break out on my face. I took a shower, which was very rare. Showers for me are about as common as breakfast in the morning, and breakfast is not common. I got out the shower and dried off. I put on a pair of boxers and shorts and got in my bed. I lied there and thought about the times before my step father. My mom an I were so close. I began to fall asleep as all these thought flooded my mind, and before I know it, I was out cold. I slept for what felt like mere minutes before a cold, hateful voice awoke

The morning was cold cause the Furnace did not work which probably the reason the houses pay requirement was so low to buy. I got but of course my parents were gone to work already so I though maybe to Facebook my friends in Florida but my father did not know how to start the wifi so i proceeded into the basement to hook the network up. As i slowly stepped down the steep old stairs i began to see an array of board games very amused I tried to grab one but then a very dark feeling came over me and I felt way too sick to move. I lie there on the floor crying praying for the moment to end. Just then I awoke in the car with all of the luggage on our way the our cozy new yorkers

I heard the door shut and felt like I was alone, it was still pitch black so I was not sure of it. As the time passed it began to get hotter as if I were in a sauna, I began to sweat and panic. After approximately thirty minutes he had come back in the room but I didn’t just hear one but two voices speaking, I was not able to understand what they were discussing, all I heard was mumbling. As I was trying to eavesdrop on their conversation before I could hear anything they had begun to drag me to another place I was not sure of. I began to wonder why I was not able to see anything but pitch black until I had remembered something very important. I was so caught up with being very frightened that I had forgotten that I was born without my

Getting close to the campus, I was very bored(participial) along with my brothers, the whole family was getting tired. Finally, we arrived at the campus it was dark now, it was nice I just didn’t think much of it. We dove around for a bit and finally we stopped at Gunthers, an old hotel(appositive). It was a very eerie place, one of the creepiest places I have ever been too, it was like a ghost town. We got our room key and began walking to our room, it had dead animals, and creepy baby dolls behind glass displays, flickering lights, also zero other people in there. I did not like the feeling of the place at all. When we arrived at our room, a blast of frigid air hits me in the face. It had a mysterious smell too it, I did not like it at all so I went to bed immediately so I could get out of there as soon as possible. We woke up around eight in the morning. We were headed to a place called Dan’s

I ran to the limo and jumped inside. We drove to the biggest house in town. The doors opened to the house and a white-haired man welcomed me. His name was Wade and I assumed he was the butler because of his uniform. He took my old, ripped, brown trash bag and guided the way to my room. I noticed something very odd. As big as the house could be, it was dark. There were no windows, just the lights from the chandeliers. When we got to the end of the hallway, I found my room. Wade put my bag in the room and while he walked away I heard him whisper, “good luck.” The room was very small surprisingly and only a mattress on the ground. The walls were dirty and no lights in the room. I figured they would set up my room when I settled in. As I was walking back to find Mr. and Mrs. Henez, I noticed that the locks were on the outside of the doors instead. When I finally reach Mr. and Mrs. Henez, they stopped their whispering and offered me a beverage, but I denied because I was getting frightened because of how odd my welcoming as been. They gave me a tour of the house and explained to me the dos and don’ts I was only limited to five room out of the fifteen that they had. As we made it through the whole house, they left out the basement. I assumed we were making our way to it, but we didn’t. “What’s in the basement?” I asked. “Nothing, but whatever you do DO NOT go in the basement! Do I make myself clear?” she yelled. My face

But there was this hidden feeling; a feeling of emptiness. A feeling of regret. A feeling of helplessness. I felt like I was going to die; and I was going to die alone. I started hallucinating; I heard dinosaurs. I heards chickens. I heards rock cracking. I even heard bombs exploding. I thought I was going crazy. The hallucinations did not stop there. I heard an unknown political figure speaking in a foreign language. I heard a happy boy sipping his smoothie. After what seemed like a million years, I blacked out. I heard a lot, even when I was unconscious. I heard a woman screaming. I heard a man sinking. I heard paper ripping. I heard clothes sliding. I even cackling of fire. I remember coming to a few hours later, at supper time. It was cold still, and I was under a giant heap of comforters on my bed. I was fully clothed. My mom told me she had worried about me not feeling well, and took me to the doctor’s the day after. I got the flu, and so did everyone else in my family. I do remember crying, feeling like the whole thing was my fault. I even remember kicking my dad in the shin for recording the “shriek” after I was okay, and recovered from the malady. I do not know, even to this day, though, how I got on my bed, fully clothed, under a heap of

It happened after school on June 8th, 2011, a Wednesday. There were no clouds in the sky and the sun was blazing. It was so hot that our neighbors were swimming in an inflatable pool in front of the apartment. I was inside watching them and I wanted to go swimming as well, but our neighbors didn’t like us. Our mother and father wanted us to do it, probably because they wanted to do drugs like they used to, or still do. I don’t know. I still don’t understand why they did drugs. I stopped watching because it was like torture. Minutes later the cops came in and said that we had to leave. I was struggling not to cry, but I couldn’t help it. I burst into tears and hugged my father for unbeknownst to me, the last time ever. I don’t even remember saying anything to my mother. This doesn’t make sense to me because my father did a lot worse things to me than my mother. We were then put into a grey van and driven to our new house, which turned out to be our forever

It all begun when I strolled down a main street into an obsolete gas station and felt that it was somehow eerie, eerie to the queerness of having a shadow dart in front of me and disappear as fast as it emerged. I was roughly two blocks away back home when I suddenly got hit by a stiff object on the back of my head. I fell to the ground, unable to breathe evenly anymore. I gasped for air, but that didn’t seem enough. Whoever was after me was undistinguishable, I tried to gaze around but there wasn’t anything to be seen, just the sound of footsteps impending to where I stay still. I considered dashing to the nearest doorbell to seek succor, but the voice in my head overcame the sound of my fiercely throbbing heart that echoed within my ears,

I speedily ran back to my room. I donned my slippers and my winter coat, and placed a winter cap on my head. I grabbed my massive flashlight and headed out of the door. I happened to look at my clock and stopped dead in my tracks. The clock read 2 o’clock on the mark. I stood there, dazedly staring at the clock. I turned the light on in my room and ran out into the hallway. I ran through the entire house flipping on lights madly looking for anything I could find. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that would help me find my mom. I ran out onto the porch and stared out into the pitch black night. What was happening? I walked to the edge of the clearing that our house sat on and followed the driveway for awhile. Suddenly my flashlight died and I found myself totally enclosed in darkness. I began to shake. I walked forward, or what I thought was forward, until I tripped and fell. I groped around and found that I was completely surrounded by trees. I got up and walked back the way I thought I had come. I tripped again and tore my pants. I got back up and stumbled like this in the dark for what seemed like an eternity. I wandered for what seemed like hours. Suddenly I heard a sound. I stopped dead

It was late past midnight, in an abandoned town. I was driving coming from a party, tired, I didn’t feel like driving no more. I stop at these apartments, no residents, no manager, empty. I went up to apartment number 408. It was open the rest where locked.It was completely dark not a single light. It had bed, that's all I cared about. I laid down didn't shut the door or nothing just zoned out completely. I wasn’t asleep for a long time before the door was shut with a loud thump. I ran up to the door to open but it was locked through the outside. I banged the door and shout with all

I looked outside, it was still dark. I looked at the wall next to me because I saw the movement in the light, my father’s arms wrapped around my stomach and his hand covered my mouth. I didn’t know what was happening. My cheeks were stinging from my tears of fear. Where was he taking me? He took me down the stairs to the living room and then the kitchen to the door of the basement. The door was wide open. But why? When I realized what was happening, I started to claw at his hand, he started to curse and squeeze hard at my ribs. I stopped and he loosened. He moved to the door again and down the stairs to the second door. There were new locks. There