The Attic Door

My life was flushed down the toilet I didn't want to move to California I was fine with staying in Austin, Texas but we had to move because of my parents’ job. I lived in a grey house in the middle of nowhere our backyard was in the forest, we haven't explored it yet. I lived with my mom,my Dad,my sister Julia,and my brother James. Julia and I were 12 and James was 6. Lucky for us me and Julia weren't separated from James yet I mean it was in the middle of the summer. One warm sunny morning

want to?” Her friends said yes, so they went to the house and climbed the creaking front porch steps. As they were approaching the house, they saw that there were broken/shattered windows, some shingles on the roof were gone, and part of the front door was gone. Mia got chills all up and down my spine as if there were little needles poking her when she went to reach for the doorbell of the house. All of a sudden, Mia hears mice squeaking through the house as she rings the doorbell and a bird suddenly

MY FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD ROOM Our house was over 100 years old, with long narrow windows and a black lacquered front door, made of solid oak. When my dad stripped the lacquer off the door, it still showed the cut marks made by charcoal or a pencil that served as a guide for the original door maker. Our house was a medium brown colored two-story stucco dwelling, nestled between old elm and pine trees that sat atop a hill. In the winter if you stood at the very edge of the street, on your tipee toes

corner,, I slowed down. The trees were like a giant umbrella, protecting me from the rain. I was in thinking as I walked peacefully when a giant boom of thunder shook me from my thoughts. I looked up and realized I was home. I walked in the back door and carefully stepped in looking around. I guess my parents had to work late that night because no one was home. Halloween was soon so all of our decorations were up and it seemed like they were staring at me as I

the desk opposite their bunk before making his way to the bathroom door. He knocked on it twice, getting no response from Dex either time. Nursey sat down on the floor, resting his head back on the door. "Dex? Babe? Can you come out

Tips For Adding Attic Insulation To Your Home If you're tired of shivering in your home when the weather turns cold, it's probably time to install new insulation in your attic and walls. While you'll probably need to hire a contractor to blow insulation in your walls, you can install attic insulation yourself if you have basic home improvement skills. Here are a few tips that may help. Choose Your Insulation Material Blankets and blow-in insulation are easy to use if you want to install the insulation

analyzing is Insidious. Mainly because I know it the best and I can easily analyze it. So, the first clue that I get from Dalton about his curiousity with the attic is when he comes downstairs after waking up when his mom is looking at old photos saying "Mom, I can't sleep either". This absolutely SCREAMS at me saying "Hey, there is something in the attic, it sounds really creepy and evil, but I REALLY want to go check it out because I don't know what it is!" That's the impression I think the author was

Once her Grandma's wrinkled hand had touched her shoulder, she knew what she was going to ask her. She didn’t want to visit the rancid-smelling and dark attic. Susie loved her granny, but she hated how her grandmother would use her to acquire objects out of the attic because her she can’t get up to the attic. Her grandma was getting very old and had very annoying arthritis. Susie felt that she always needed to help in anyway that she could. Susie was against going there because the small, beady-eyed

Anne Frank and her family were in hiding for two years in an attic. Anne was suppose to go work at a camp in Germany, but they made an escape and said they flew out somewhere else but actually they went to hide in an attic behind a store it was a secret door hidden behind a shelf. While living in the attic Anne Frank wrote everything in a diary. “On August 4, 1944, the Gestapo (German Secret State Police) discovered the hiding place after being tipped off by an anonymous Dutch caller” (Holocaust

Have you ever been stuck. If so, then you know what it feels like. The feelings of despair. The thought That you may never get out. This has ran in my mind before. This is the story of when I was stuck in attic It was a calm Friday morning. It was the middle of Winter, but I thought it would be alright to not wear a jacket. Me and the rest of the family were going to see if there was anything expensive in a house up the hill. We owned it, but never went into it. Mainly because of how unstable