The Attic Door

sleeping in his room. He woke up because of a knock at the door. Henry opens the door and finds Bucky with a knife in his hands. Bucky is standing up on two legs and is moving without anybody controlling him. Bucky says “I am actually the spirit of the killer Ralph Walter. I was stuck in the embodiment of this stupid, useless doll.” He starts walking. “Henry come quick so I can transfer my spirit back into a human body. “ Henry runs out the door and goes downstairs. Bucky laughs and says “I’m coming

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stale, musky, and reeked of old people. Mom hardly ever let me play in the attic, but she was too busy dealing with my aunt to notice I snuck up here. I looked around at all the boxes and stuff my parents just threw up here. There was, what looked like an odd shaped exercise machine, a couple of old sewing machines, my mom 's broken record player, and some other weird looking objects. My plan was to clear a big spot by the attic window and build a fort. When the sun hits the hexagon shaped window, made

upstairs she finds the attic access. It has a drop down ladder. With a flashlight in her back pocket and pad and pen in hand she climbs up. Ellie finds a light switch on a post upstairs. The attic is big and full. Trunks, furniture, boxes and miscellaneous items haphazardly fill the space. Going through all of this stuff is going to take a long time. There is no rush to start such a daunting task.

seeing my parents will probably give me a heart attack. “Come on!” Phoebe said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. She opened the door and I could already hear somebody in

pin into the wall. When she pulled it out the next morning, she discovered that the pin had killed the poisonous snake inside, and that it was dead. Her father asked her, “Did you do anything special yesterday?” She replied, “A poor man came to the door in the evening yesterday. Everyone was at the banquet, and no one attended was there to attend to him. So I took the food that was given to me, and gave it to him.” Rabbi Akiva, in relief, declared, “Your charity saved you from your death. But not

Most Christmas stories are all about love, presents or Santa Claus. This story is far from things like that. This story is about twins and how one christmas turned their whole world up upside down. Let me stop talking and get straight to the story. Down in the center of a small town named Hollow was this grand house with lights flashing a variety of colors. The yard was decorated with different but extravagant lawn decor on top of the piles of white puffy snow. From the outside looking in you

an attic from the Nazis. Anne Frank had so many thoughts about her and her family getting captured their consequences and their fear getting captured by the Nazi Soldiers and charing about other people around her that she loves friends family and neighbors. Her parents had so many thoughts about getting captured by the Nazi and how they were going to survive and how they almost got caught. The story of Anne Frank is very interesting on how they almost survived. Anne Frank hide in the attic for

the ID cards.” I asked Amir before he left out the door for his date with his girlfriend. He went into his wallet and pulled out a blue book while leaving the other one in his wallet. I opened the little book and a smile crept across my face, tears starting to well up in my eyes. “Everything’s going to work out,” I said as I went over a gave Yonaton a hug and squeezed him hard, harder than I’ve ever done before. Soon he left and I shut the door behind him. Now it was just me and Yonatan, the real

in a home “overpopulated” with death. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father “mounted to the attic with his hammer...and nailed the door behind him” (65). The hammer, a tool for striking with great force, usually represents strength and protection. Ironically, Mr. Coldfield uses the hammer to destroy his relationship with his daughter, putting a literal barrier (the nailed-shut door) between them to represent the divide. By boarding