Narrative Essay About A Haunted House

Narrative Essay About A Haunted House
Tick, tock, tick, tock, the sound of the clock is the only sound in the house. I look up at the clock at it says 2:55am. Which is strange because it has
felt like we have been here for hours, from the time we broke into the house, which was at 12:30am. No one else can be seen or heard, so I am all alone
now.
It was Halloween, and my friends and I, were bored of the typical Halloween house party and wanted to do something that will spike our adrenalin. So
we decided to break into the house at the end of the street. The house at the end of the street was considered to be haunted, as it was the first house
ever built in the neighborhood, long time before any of the other houses. It was believed to have been built in the 1800's and no one has...show more
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One might expect that there would still be some noise, but nothing. The lights of the houses were also off, making the street pitch black and only the
moon illuminating the street. As the three of us turned around to face the house, there was suddenly a light, in the right upstairs window. We all stared
at each other in amazement, as this was not possible. Jake was the first of us to sprint off towards the house, the door surprisingly was not locked
and creaked open. We burst in, at first glance the entrance was like anything that you would expect, dusty, dirty and neglected. We raced upstairs,
not paying too much attention to the rest of the house. We reached the room were the light was on, however only to find that there was no light.
Not only were there no physical lights as seen in today's modern houses. However there was a small paraffin lamp on the shelf, which had no trace
amounts of paraffin and was ice cold, meaning it, had not been used in a long time. As I was busy investigating the paraffin lamp, I did not notice
both Jake and Spencer left the room. I turned around to face the rest of the room and to my horror, I was left alone. I casually walked out into the
hallway, and shouted "Hey
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Descriptive Essay On Haunted House
here's no age limit on scary, as Julie Asmussen can attest.
"This is something that brings out the kid in me," Asmussen, 52, said Friday of All Hallows Eve, Naper Settlement's annual haunted house
extravaganza that's been attracting thousands of visitors for the last 13 years.
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For two nights, a dozen historic houses on the Naperville history museum's 12–acre Naperville campus are transformed into haunted dwellings filled
with creepy characters and things that go bump in the night.
"Everybody likes Halloween," said Asmussen, of Naperville, who has attended All Hallows Eve for the last five years. "It's like Christmas, and there
are always different things to see each time I'm here."
Attractions this year ranged from fan favorites, such as the Mummy's Tomb, Frankenstein's Laboratory and Dracula's Lair, to new fare, including the
Dark Arts Gallery and a haunted house based on Chicago author Lindsay Currie's newest book, "The Peculiar Incident on Shady Street."
Emma Vodick, the Settlement's public relations and social media coordinator, said preparations for the two–day event had been going on all week prior
to Friday's opening night. Staff, performers and volunteers "were all excited to get things under way," she said.
"This is a big community event and it's awesome to see the wide range of people that come out," Vodick said.
"We had these performances last year featuring the Ohio Burn Unit fire spinners and people would be watching them from outside the

Creative Writing: The Haunted House
People should not leave looking–glasses hanging in their rooms any more than they should leave open cheque books or letters confessing some hideous
crime. One could not help looking, that summer afternoon, in the long glass that hung outside in the hall. Chance had so arranged it. From the depths
of the sofa in the drawing–room one could see reflected in the Italian glass not only the marble–topped table opposite, but a stretch of the garden
beyond. One could see a long grass path leading between banks of tall flowers until, slicing off an angle, the gold rim cut it off.
The house was empty, and one felt, since one was the only person in the drawing–room, like one of those naturalists who, covered with grass and
leaves, lie watching the shyest...show more content...
She had gone presumably into the lower garden to pick flowers; or as it seemed more natural to suppose, to pick something light and fantastic and leafy
and trailing, traveller's joy, or one of those elegant sprays of convolvulus that twine round ugly walls and burst here and there into white and violet
blossoms. She suggested the fantastic and the tremulous convolvulus rather than the upright aster, the starched zinnia, or her own burning roses alight
like lamps on the straight posts of their rose trees. The comparison showed how very little, after all these years, one knew about her; for it is
impossible that any woman of flesh and blood of fifty–five or sixty should be really a wreath or a tendril. Such comparisons are worse than idle and
superficial–they are cruel even, for they come like the convolvulus itself trembling between one's eyes and the truth. There must be truth; there must
be a wall. Yet it was strange that after knowing her all these years one could not say what the truth about Isabella was; one still made up phrases like
this about convolvulus and traveller's joy. As for facts, it was a fact that she was a spinster; that she was rich; that she had bought this house and
collected with her own hands – often in the most obscure corners of the world and at great

As the days get shorter, the trees burst into a riot of different hues. Red. Orange. Yellow. Jack O' Lanterns light up neighborhood porches. Little
goblins and princesses roam the streets, while candy wrappers softly blow in the wind. Scary stories are read by the dim glow of the campfire and
the shadows of the tree branches loom over like hands, threatening to reach out and grab whoever is near the forest's edge.
It is the season of horror again. Every year at the end of harvest season, some people believe the walls between our world and the spirit world become
thin, giving spirits the ability to cross over. For over 2,000 years, Halloween has been celebrated, with old and new traditions.
In honor of Halloween, haunted houses all over the world open their doors to thousands of thrill seekers. This year I went to three of the most popular
attractions in Omaha: Camp Fear, Mystery Manor and Scary Acres to find out which one is the best.
To begin with, I went to Camp Fear, a relatively newhaunted house located off of West Maple Road in Elkhorn.
Camp Fear offers scary movies for 5 dollars in their nightmare theatre. Z–Bunker is a game all about shooting zombies with paint ball guns. Bloodrush,
the forest of terror, is claimed to be the longest and most intense haunted attraction. And if you dare to spend the night, Camp Fear offers a campsite
where creatures may crawl out of the shadows to make sure it's visiters do not recieve a good night's sleep.
My group and I

Descriptive Essay About Haunted House
When I walked into the haunted house to explore it. The old porch was creaking I was shaking. As I walked it the door slammed behind me. I got
scared to try to open the door there was no budging . I ran to the back door of the house, it was looking too, there was no way I was getting out. I
thought to myself "this house is haunted".
I decided to look around the house and see what it was like. There were four bedrooms, two bathrooms, A kitchen, living room, and a den. I just figured
out there was an up and a downstairs. I decided to be brave and take a look upstairs. As I walked up the stairs the stairs creaked as I was shaking,
scared that I would fall in. BOOM!!!!!!!, a loud noise I hear. The house was so scary I was feeling very...show more content...
The night that I stayed was not that scary it was actually pretty normal. I woke up the next morning. I got dressed and got ready to leave. I smelled
something that spelt amazing, so I looked in the kitchen. There was the little boy sitting at the table and the dad cooking breakfast. The boy said to me "
Are you staying for breakfast". I said back "Sure ". We ate dinner and I thought that it would be fun to take them out to do something. I asked " would
you like to go out and do something". The boy said " dad can we go". The dad said " I guess that would be fine" .
They went and got ready while I got the car started. We were in the car I asked " would you guys like to go to water or shopping for clothes or
something". The little boy said " can we do both". We went shopping first the little boy picked out a toy and two outfits. The dad picked out two
outfits and a hat. We went ahead and went to the shoe store. Then we decided to stop and get a drink and go to the water. I thought it would be fun
to buy them a bathing suit and take them to the beach for a swim. They thought it would be cool. We got to the beach and they were shocked and
we went out while I got ready. They ran to the beach and jumped in. It was like they have never swam before. They were having a lot, but it was
about a few hours later. It was time to go they did not want to leave. I took them back to their loving home and told them I would come and visit
sometime again. Then my amazing

A Haunted House Analysis
In Virginia Woolf's A Haunted House, images of darkness and light have numerous symbolic meanings. Light is associated with the presence of the
ghostly couple that roams the speaker's home, but it has symbolic meanings beyond that–it represents the insight and truth the speaker gains from
observing the couple. In addition, as is revealed by the last lines of the story and the images of darkness used in the story (which provide a
counterpoint to the symbolism of light), light represents the love and happiness that comes from union. Overall, light plays a major role in the
development of one of the major themes of the story: human relationships are more valuable and lasting than any tangible riches or treasures.
Light imagery is associated with the ghostly couple throughout much of Virginia Woolf's work. For instance, in section 3, the speaker states that she
uses the reflection of sunlight in the drawing room window to tell if the ghosts are present. In sections 4 and 5, light seems to describe the ghostly
couple itself: "But the beam of the lamp falls straight from the window...Wandering through the house...the ghostly couple seek their joy." By linking
the presence of light with the presence of the ghost couple, Woolf uses light as an illuminating and revealing force. The light the ghosts bring with them
opens her eyes and mind to presences she would otherwise be ignorant of. Furthermore, the light of the ghosts reveals an important truth to the speaker
at the end of the story,

My friends and I wanted to go to a haunted house without telling our parents. It was going to be the 5 of us, but at the last minute, our 5th friend
thought her parents were going to find out so she didn't go. She was right. A couple weeks later all our parents found out and we all got grounded.
I told my parents that I was going to the home football game. My friend Lexi picked me up at Four O'clock to go to the game because we
volunteered to work at the concession stand. We wanted to make sure that people saw us at the game so if our parents asked if we went there we
technically wouldn't be lying to them. The three of us got picked about Six O'clock by my friend Payne who lives in Geneseo. Payne was only 16
but there was going to be 4 of us all together in the car so he said we needed to take the back roads to Peoria because there would be fewer cops
there than on the interstate. We got to the haunted house at Six O'clock. Payne had to drive around a little because he couldn't find a parking spot.
As we walked up to pay for the haunted house there were weird, creepy people following us up to the booth. We got our tickets and then we had to
sit down for like 10 minutes because they were waiting for the line to go down. Finally, they told us we could go get in line and we waited for 2
hours in line. When we got close to the front of the line Payne got a text from his mom asking where he was so he told her the truth. His mom was
really mad and she told him that he had to

Descriptive Essay On A Haunted House
I'm just getting in the door, and I say to myself "oh course it has to be a two story house." As I walk into the house I get shivers up my spine, and I
know something is in the house I just don't know what. As me being the curious one I know I have to keep going, and there I was standing in the
doorway of a "haunted house." I looked all through the living room, but I didn't see anything. I was as scared as a jack–rabbit that had heard the howl
of a wolf. I was just about to step on the first step, but I heard something run right past me. I turned around quicker than the speed of light, but then
again nothing was there. I walked all the way up the stairs, and I started looking in the rooms. In the last room I checked I saw something crouched
down in the corner.
All I saw was this black creature, and what looked like fur all over it's body. I saw glowing red eyes, and teeth sharp as razors. This creatures couldn't
have been more than three feet tall, but I can tell you it is the scariest thing I had ever see in my whole life. It came out of the corner, and I said to
myself, "I am so stupid, I should have know ghost aren't real," but I was completely wrong. What it really was a full grown black female English
Mastiff. It was a scary–ish dog, but I couldn't tell if she was nice, because she was growling at me. She had silver fawn eyes, and a black muzzle. I was
correct about the height, but the part where she looked scary was way off. I tried to get closer to her, but

Descriptive Essay On The Haunted House
When they walked through the doors of the haunted house in the graveyard, it had an instantly spooky aroma. The door itself was wooden and
starting to rot away and fall from its hinges, although that kind of describes the whole house, falling apart. To the right there was a small staircase
with ten or eleven steps leading upstairs and a doorway below them leading downstairs. There was old furniture scattered across the old house but it
was all ripped up or broken. To the left of the room was a lockeddoor that was still in perfect condition and was reinforced very well. Despite the
attempts of two of the four members of their group of four teenagers, the door remained locked and closed. Going straight through the arch in front of
them led to the dining room which is where the bad things began. When they entered the dining room they started to hear a very quiet whispering that
made the hair on that back of your neck stand straight up. Almost like there was someone right there next to you talking in your ear when there wasn't.
Trying not to pay much attention to it they group pushed on. There were two doors in this room, one right next to the other, but leading to different
rooms. When one of them tried to open the right–hand door the floor broke and one of the group fell down into it. A few seconds later a very pale
woman in a red dress floated up from the hole in the floor that had claimed their friend. The woman floated up to the chandelier on the ceiling and sat
there

First, you need to know that I like getting scared, to a certain extent. I like the adrenaline, but sometimes it's overwhelming. If someone asked me if
I liked haunted houses I would tell them "Eh". I like the idea of a haunted house. I would go to one. Although every time I go to a haunted house I
get nervous. It's like a switch turns my brain off when I agree to go and when I'm about to go in, it flips on. As I found out today. Meanwhile, it was
a cool Friday in Michigan. I was bouncing up and down in my chair as I scarfed down a hearty breakfast. I couldn't wait. "Hey, (Anonymous) do you
want to go to Erebus? It's a haunted house," my stepmom asked me as she walked into the room.,"It'll be fun!"
"That's what they all say," a part of my mind confirmed. "NOOO, do it!!!!!" another part argued. "Okay. Why not," I replied. "I won't get terrified
anyway," I boasted as I kept scarfing down my pancakes. Later in the day, it was time to go, at last. It was around 5:00 pm. I felt this deep down
feeling in my gut that felt like a blow to the stomach. I made an excuse and told myself it was hunger. Or at least that's what I told other people. My
stepmom walked into the room and started to put on her shoes. "Come on guys we need to go!" she yelled down the hall. "Ok," my brother, my
step–sister, and I answered. "Erebus, here I come!" I cheered. We all pushed each other as we all tried to sprint to the door.
Finally, we got in the car and we started our drive that felt like an eternity. I looked over and saw the light from the sun shining onto my brother's
glasses. It made his blue shirt look green. We were all super pumped and ready to go scare ourselves to the bone. There is one thing you need to know
about my stepmom. My stepmom, (Anonymous), grew up with a dad that loved the thrill of a scare. The adrenaline coursing through his veins. So
(Anonymous) grew up going to haunted houses and watching horror movies. She loved a great scare and wasn't scared at all.
45 minutes passed by as we pulled into Erebus. I stared at this huge brick building on the side of a busy street. I looked over and saw different color
cars passing by. I heard the scary music playing from the citadel. There was a giant devil's head

I've been here in California since 1905, I've been here for 2 years now and never thought in my whole life I would be spending the whole night in a
haunted house that was just two streets away from my home. It all started when me and my friends were hanging out at Lucas's house. We got bored
and decided to play dares. We did a couple of funny dares, but then things got serious. "Thomas, I dare you to spend the night at the oldhaunted house
that is two streets away from us." Matt said smirking like an evil villain. "No way" I said, not wanting to go to that creepy old house. "You have to,
it's a dare" Mark demanded and I sighed. "For how long?" I asked and they all looked at each other then smiled. "A whole night" I thought for a bit
and had an Idea. "one condition" They leaned forward. "Someone has to come with me" they all looked at each other. "No way I'm going, I have
one little sibling." Lucas said. "I have a single mom and I'm her only child." Mark said. I looked at Matt. "get your stuff ready Matt, We're spending
the night at a haunted house" I said smiling. Matt has two parents and has 5 brothers and sisters not to mention he's the middle child. So he had no
reason to stay. "No way I'm doing that, this is my dare I gave to you!" He defended himself "doesn't matter, you're going." I demanded and grabbed two
bags for me and Matt. "karma sucks doesn't it?" I smirked at him and he gave me a glare. My plan went well.
Mark and Lucas dropped us off and I and Matt just stood there staring at the house. "I hate you very much right now" Matt said and I smiled "oh
well, let's go" We jumped over the gate and grabbed the flashlight. As I flashed the light I saw a black figure through the window curtains. "Did
you see that?" I asked Matt and he looked at me. "See what?" I was probably just seeing things. "Uh, nothing. It's probably just my mind playing
games." I said and we walked to the front door. I moved the vines that were blocking the door and opened the door slowly. "It smells like a dead animal
in here" Matt said and we walked inside. "What if it's not dead animal?" I asked, looking at Matt just to tease him a bit. He looked at me with his big
eyes and I laughed. "Shut up!" He whispers yelled. "I'm just

Haunted House Research Paper
Everybody loves a terrific haunted home, and the main ingredient ought to be fright. There are many creative haunted house props around about the
end of October, and some are better than others. The first ingredient for a great prop is darkness. Nothing is very terrifying inside light of day so
anyone interested in making a frightening decoration should figure out a way to get rid of the light. A haunted house may have some flashes of light
or some strange colored lights on the contents but typical light ought to be eliminated. There are haunted house props for everybody, depending on
your needs, your budget, and the effect you want to reach you will be able to find something to your liking. Animated Halloween props are available
in every...show more content...
You could use some cold spaghetti that ends up looking like squishy worms or snakes as scary house props and surely these will taste awful if one
thinks of eating these creatures. These slimy creatures in the form of spaghetti or other substances might be hanging from convenient perches or lining
the corners of the room. Surprises are critical to producing the ambiance of the haunted house props. Something or somebody should pop out from the
darkness to genuinely get the greatest feasible ambiance. Haunted house props don't need to be pricey Individuals throughout the country develop
props on this special night, and some are scarier than others. These props vary in price as well. People with limited funds can still create a scary home
that could intrigue the neighborhood kids. Lighting is critical, but an individual at a strategic switch can create some scary effects to. Colored light
bulbs replacing the frequent light bulbs can add to the ambiance. A flashlight illuminating a face dripping with blood from the darkness can produce a
frightening look. Check out some music with some frightening sounds and put it on a player. The sounds can make a significant difference inside
setting. A few screams or awful cackling can scare a group of young neighbors and maybe their parents, too. The internet has some free downloads of
extremely terrifying music that could do the trick for a frightening scene. Music departments usually have eerie music, that may shock everyone within
the haunted home. The entry can create with the right haunted house props the atmosphere from the

It was a sunny morning the streets were honking filled with cars. I called my friend over so we could play baseball. Ethan had told me that there
was a haunted house on Halloween that was the scariest in town. I was never a big fan of Halloween all the costumes, people coming to your
house that's weird. And plus this haunted house we are supposed to go to is right by the woods. "Ethan I don't think i'm going to that place it's right
by the woods". Ethan was looking at me like I was crazy, " ARE YOU NUTS! We are going no matter what and we are going to bring James as well".
Later that night I was taking the trash out, two tall shadowy figures emerged out of the dark into the streetlight. The men were dressed in clown
costumes, thinking to...show more content...
"noah why are you breathing hard"?said mom. I look at her and I just lie to her face "I was just running down the street for fun that's all". She
leaves the room, admittedly I call Ethan tell him about the creepy clowns, of course he doesn't believe me. He brings up the haunted house I just
decided to man up and go, and just deal with it. For Halloween i dressed up as a caveman, Ethan was a skeleton, and James was a troll. It was finally
here the night where people get candy and get scared to death it was time to go to the haunted house. As me Ethan and James are walking to the haunted
house we come upon the forest,the damp dark shadowy forest. And of course Ethan makes the idea "hey we should go through the forest for a
shortcut" Ethan said. I stopped him right there "we are not going through that forest there is something weird about it" I said. In a mocking voice
Ethan makes fun of me, "yeah you shouldn't go those clowns are properly in there". James and Ethan laugh. I said " Alright stop i'm coming". As
we start walking I get that nauseated, nervous feeling in my stomach. I get agitated looking around if something were following us, i asked where
we were.Ethan's response did not seem confident,I knew it, we were lost. James started to get scared, "let's just go back" James said. As we started
to walk back things did not look right it's like we were going in circles, the same rocks the same trees. James was freaking out screaming at the top of
his lungs "HELP!

A Ghostly Tale
"Hey" I yelled, running up to my friends. "Oh hello" my friends all said in unison. My friends consisted of Mary,riley,and Samantha we had all been
friends for a while now and got along pretty well. " So are you guys ready to go to the haunted house yet?" "No but I probably never will be so I guess
I am" riley said a little too loudly. "Okay then let's go" Mary said with enthusiasm. So we went off walking towards the haunted house. We blended in
pretty well with all the children trick–or–treating because we had all dressed up even though none of us were trick–or–treating. I was wearing a
costume that made me look like a demon. Sam was a ballerina, mary was a unicorn, riley was an elf, but the type from lord of the rings.
We finally got to the so called haunted house. It was unsettling there was just something about it that none of us could put into words. Maybe we
didn't want to know why, maybe we just wanted to act as if nothing was wrong and saying nothing made that real. The house looked as if were
falling apart like it would collapse at the slightest of wind. " So I guess we should go in then" Sam almost whispered as if she didn't want us to hear
her. " Yes, let's go in" Mary said, but the way she said it was off setting like she had no feelings. Though honestly, I don't think any of us wanted to go
in we walked up to the door and pushed.
The door opened, but not with ease and when it did it made a loud creaking sound. "This was your idea Mary you go in

When I walked into the haunted house to explore it. The old porch was creaking I was shaking. As I walked it the door slammed behind me. I got
scared tried to open the door there was no budge. I ran to the back door of the house it was looked too there was no way I was getting out. I thought to
myself "this house is haunted".
I decided to look around the house and see what it was like. There were four bedrooms, two bathrooms, A kitchen, living room, and a den. I just figured
out there was a up and a down stairs. I decided to be brave and take a look up stairs. As I walked up the stairs the stairs creaked as i was shaking scared
that I would fall in. BOOM!!!!!!!, a loud noise I hear. The house was so scary I was feeling very sick I just wanted to get out! There was no way for
me to get out I was trapped. When I went upstairs to look there was a game room and bathroom and a little lap sitting on a table. I went more towards
the lamp. Zoom!!! The lamp slides off the table and hits the wall and breaks. I run down stairs shaking. I tripped over a loose board. I hit my head on
the stairs I felt like it was the end. After a few minutes I woke up in the basement I was thinking " How did I get down here". Then I looked up and I a
little boy was looking at me. He says " Are you ok"? I looked at him "yes thanks" for helping me. You look scared. Yes I am I came here to explore it. I
fell down the stairs and hit my head as the lamp fell off the table. Sorry about that was my dad

The Haunted House
In Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Fall of the House of Usher," Poe incorporates a lyric titled "The Haunted Palace," which is about a placid
kingdom that turns from a idyllic, celestial, asylum to an insidious sepulcher, home to countless cadavers. The original regent of this tremendous
country, Thought, was violated and overthrown by the demons of lunacy, leading to its devastated circumstance. Poe includes this poem to compare his
eerie vision of a palace to the once radiant and luminous House of Usher, through the fissures that appear within the sanities of the residents of both
households. At one time, the Usher family held dominion over their estates and their minds, but now the mansion has fallen into disarray, with
decaying bricks

My Experience in a Haunted House
My Experience in a Haunted House – Original Writing I stared at the forgotten ruin as my taxi pulled up outside. It reminded me of a tombstone in a
graveyard, overcome with vines; twisting around it like a snake trying to kill its prey. I got out. " 5.55 please mate" stated the cab driver. I
exchanged money with him and he drove off. I looked up upon this house with great discomfort. ' Why on earth did I agree to this bet? Spend a night
in an old rotten "haunted" house!"' My mind pondered. I stepped up to the front door, which had been populated with cobwebs and spiders. An old
rusty chain hang down swinging in the breeze twined...show more content...
He showed me to my room. The third door on the right. It was a small room with a cast iron bedstead and the same mahogany floor. This wasn't the
only trait that followed into every room in the house. A painting of a lady. Her hair was bright with sunshine, but she wore a stern, earnest look that her
small curved nose made her almost hawk–like. " I will leave you now Mr. Edding to get settled. Dinner will be served at 8pm." Said the old man. "
Thank you, I'll remember that." He turned away and put his hand onto the knob of the door, he was shutting the door but he stopped in his wake, " By
the way Mr. Edding, do not even think about wondering around. You'll never know, something might happen. If you understand, what I mean?" he said
strangely with hysterical laughter. "YeahГўв‚¬В¦" I said nervously. He shut the door and I could hear his incessant laughter echoing down the hallway. I
shook my head and started to organize my things. ' ToothbrushГўв‚¬В¦. ToothpasteГўв‚¬В¦. SoapГўв‚¬В¦.' I listed, while getting them out of my bag.
"CLUNK!" I paused. "CLUNK!" I took a step forward. Suddenly a huge gust of wind came crashing into my bedroom and the two double windows
burst open. My heart pole–vaulted out of my rib cage; the noise became much louder and

Haunted House Essay
High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all
smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a
greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense
haunted house he didn't dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor,
with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was
gold, and he had...show more content...
This fellow looked fellow looked a bit to fearless for the wizard's liking.
That night, Titan stepped through the rusty gates, as he did the surroundings seemed to change. The air became misty all of a sudden. The weather
became cold and when he looked towards the trees, it looked as if they were alive. He turned his concentration away from the trees, which did not
freak him at all, and continued his journey up the hill towards the house. Without hesitating, he unlocked the door and went in, as he went in the silent
still sinister house, the door slammed shut behind him slowly the gloomy light started fading. A butler appeared from nowhere, he was holding his
head under his arms like a ball in his hands. "Jeeves at your service, sir," he said, creepily. "Follow me." "Thank you, my good man," said Titan
excitingly, handing him his coat and following him up the creaking staircase without blinking an eye.
Ancient portraits followed him with their eyes like human eyes. Titan winked at them as he passed expressing his bravery. An empty suit of armour
waved at him. Titan waved back. "Good evening," he said. Jeeves led him on down a murky passage. A heavy door creaked open and they entered a
dark bedroom, with a tattered four poster bed. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and a thick layer of dust covered the furniture. Titan opened the
wardrobe and a skeleton came

If there was one thing that has grasped my attention as much as it caused me nightmares, it was haunted houses. Not the type of haunted houses
that pop up around Halloween and frighten you with organized jump scares. I mean real haunted houses with a backstory. The kind where
someone ended up being murdered on the property and the person's spirit lingers years later. That's what I am on the search for. My interest started
after I had accidently watched My Paranormal Encounter while channel surfing at the age of 10. Ever since that day I've been doing research on
paranormal activity: attempting to discover a way to conquer my fear. It's been a decade since I first began and myself, along with a few friends, have
been preparing for almost a year to further my research by visiting a real haunted house. Convincing myself that I was ready for this was more
difficult than convincing the others involved. Even now as I sit in the back of some beat up van I feel like we should go back. I shifted my attention
from the view of cornfields outside the window to the front where Tony and Cheryl sat jamming out to some song by Guns n' Roses with the windows
down. They started waving their hands around like fools, attempting to keep everyone lively since we had been on the empty road for several hours
without stopping much. Behind me, Kurt opened the mini cooler, which sat upon miscellaneous crumbs that had always coated the colorless carpet,
and snickered.
"Who wants a Coke?" he hollered to

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