William Haunted House : A Short Story

" No, I'm sorry Lily, I am not," but Lilly wouldn't have it, she ran up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. Stefan let out a heavy sigh as the dust fell in the sunlight from the ceiling.

William held out his hand. “No, it’s ok. Officer McFarlane has something he wants to get off his chest. Let him say his

Emmeric smelled smoke. He had been enjoying his barley porridge during his break with his younger sister, Emelnie, when he realized something was wrong. He rushed to look out the window of their small home to see where the smoke was coming from. His father’s crops were on fire! Emmeric told his sister to stay put while he went outside to find his father. That was when he saw a large, golden creature surveying the rest of the farm. Emmeric quickly realized that the beast was the cause of the fire. He recognized the scaly creature from stories told by merchant’s from out west. It was a Sunborne, the rarest dragon in Meplioca, Emmeric’s home

“Yes Ash, Your little sister is going to get whipped, and that is a direct result of you assaulting the peacekeeper that tried to put her back in line.”

The Gaither Plantation has one of the richest rural Georgia histories. The house was the center of a rural Georgia farm for 100 years. The main part of the house was built in 1850 and lived in until 1950. The Gaither family, for which the plantation was named, lived in the house until 1920.

“Aww, please don’t kill me. Please don’t.” As he begged with his Soul for Mercy

"Baby?" He giggled. I could hardly hear him speaker over the loud music in the background.

“Oh, I’d forgotten where I was for a moment,” she said, stretching out her arms above her head, yawning. “But what was that sound?”

“ William I am so glad you are okay but how could you scare me like that I have been looking for 3 hours for you. Don’t you ever do that to me again we will talk about this later at home do you want to come back home? “ He looked at Karen then Terri and back at Karen and the Terri.

It was a late cloudy Saturday off day at the end of September. It was just a week before the opening of the haunted house , Dominoe had no told anyone of her plan for that day . Dominoe had set up a schedule for the medium brother and sister to show up at around four. She wanted to get some kind of permission and keep it secret at the same time for what she was about to do . She walked to the part of the school that she dreded , she bumped into Ms. Candie Rivet , the casting room director . Ms. Candie has been a volunteer for years there , her son was brought to the school for help . During her sons time in learning she devoted her time to helping raise money to keep the school open . She had redish short blonde hair in her fifties . She also had keys to both the haunt and the active school. “ Can I help you sweetie ?” She said with a smile , she had so much sweetness in her. “ Hi I'm Dominoe the exective director of the

It was dark, horrific, and gloomy on the streets of Hunterberry. A man named William, now 26, was walking down the streets of Hunterberry, when he came across this amazing house. He looked at the sign next to the house, “FOR SALE.” William was surprised, what such house should be not sold yet? He quickly contacted the Landowner. The next day, the landowner took his offer of 91,000 dollars, and has been sold to William. William in excitement,  told his friends and family of his new house! What he didn't know, what was he was about to meet in the house, something or someone, haunting the walls of the house. But who would be this uninvited guest?

As, they reached the May-Stringer House, shivers ran through everyone’s spine as they approached it. The house must look like a beautiful villa that people would visit often in the mornings, but at night it looks creepy and as if Halloween was the house main

dripping blood on the carpet, the children frolicking through the house and breaking a vase. Things that could be fixed, restored, or replaced.

Abruptly, the choking sensation ended. Andreas coughed and rubbed his neck. “I beg mercy for my foolishness, master.”

“In the year of 1989, there was a street named Elm, in the state of Wyoming. Few chose to live on that street, and they all knew about the haunted house, up on the hill, on the west side of town, coming off of Elm. Once, I spent the week with some friends and, Halloween came upon us, while I stayed with them.” I was telling my first-grade brother and his friends stories to scare them out of their wits. Besides, no one wants little kids tagging along with you to go trick or treating, when you could go with your friends to Haunted Houses, and not ones set up by the town hall. “We were just about to pass the house, not thinking anything of it, when we heard a moan coming from Old Man Reaper’s house.” Their eyes grew wide with fear. Mr. G.