One extremely hot summer night ,me and my friend decided to go for a walk up this old abandon house up in the woods. We walked in and heard some very strange creeking noises,so being the curius kids we are,we kept walking down the huge,dark hallway and the door on our right swiings open,all I heard was my friends tretorus bloody murder scream. i look over and saw my friend run out the big wooden door. She was as spooked as a horse when a lightning bolt strikes,was I going to do,stand there in a haunted house alone or run out and be called a scardy cat. I decided to go on,I saw a light switch,and turned it on as I did I felt a shock of electricity through my arm and out my feet,at that point I was done,I said good bye to the ghost who wanted me out of its hose. 15 years down the road I look back and wish I would have kept going through the house,curiosity kills me as I look back in the past.
Those shadows were supposed to go in the freezer. They can't be left out in the day.
Remember? I told you that. They spoil in the light.
You asked me what light there was,
so I pointed it out to you.
You looked at me for a second and I wondered what you thought you saw.
Your eyes were alive and the slightest bit amused.
You snickered and I tried to understand you for a moment...
I watched as you walked over to where the sun sat, and lifted it from the sky.
You tossed it in your hand and studied its flaming face.
You looked as if you might like to scramble it.
You do that with stars sometimes...
We stood in front of the old house at the end of the block...
"Come on, lets go in!" I said, taking a step forward
"No!" Morgan said firmly
"Why not?" I asked
"Because it's not safe! There are ghosts!" she shouted Read more »
As a middle-class American citizen, I know how hard it is to pay income taxes, pay the mortgage every month, and even fill the tank up with gas. Currently, The United States of America is in improvement mode. We are beginning to build ourselves up again. I promise to continue the improvement of our country by giving tax relief to the middle class, the working people, the backbone of our society. I would also like to continue to improve the job-rate by enforcing tax breaks or waivers for those who have a career in technology or environment related fields of work. My platform is to help develop a Nation-Wide Environmental Plan where every country will be accountable for the world’s environmental future. More than five years ago, we went to war with countries without a dime in our pockets. As we remove our troops from those places and end those wars, I will direct our military attention towards protecting our country from the inside. It is time for us to build up America, pick-up the pieces that still remain, and create a stable economy. I promise to help you and that is a promise that I intend to keep as your next President of the United States.
The house sat abandoned on a hill, protected by a bent wire fence. Our parents had told us at a very young age to never open the old gate and cross to the other side of the fence. In our defense, we weren’t very good listeners. At least, that’s what I told the police later.
The house was quiet, like any haunted house would be. I wasn’t scared, though. I didn’t believe in ghosts and that kind of stuff. It was all myth. Apparently, my two best friends had a different opinion. Bella and Ella hugged each other, shivering even though we’d only just stepped into the front door. The house was still fully furnished, plastic coverings sat over the drab furniture that made up the living room. We walked into the kitchen that was about the same, dirty dishes still sat in the tiny sink, and the refrigerator was still fully stocked with long expired food. I shine my flashlight around the dark room, searching for a light switch. I find one and switch it on. Nothing. Somebody must have forgotten to pay the power bill.
“I can’t believe they made us do this!” Ella whispers, shaking her head.
Our three boyfriends had dared us to go into the haunted house and grab at least five things from it that we couldn’t get anywhere else.
“Come on girls, don’t be chickens! You do our dare, and we do your dare. It’s not that hard, come on. Play the game.” My boyfriend, Matt, had said to us earlier this evening.
I grabbed a dirty dish and a cup of expired yogurt and slipped them in a garbage bag I’d been carrying. Read more »
By Charlotte Vincent
My sneakers drag on the hard cement sidewalk, as the wind blows to the south. The house across the street’s shutters creak like the floorboards in the attic. I fiercely pull my zipper up to my pale neck. My glance wanders to that house across the street. My friends have always told me that the house is haunted. Those thoughts run wild in my head. The last headlights glow as I run across the black road and onto the sidewalk again. The house stares down at me as I take slow steps onto the old ripped up mat that faintly says “Welcome!” My fists knock on the swamp green door. No answer. My hand manages to turn the knob…… “Boo!” I hear nearly tumbling over. It’s my friend and she wants to explore too. A few minutes later my heart skips a beat. A moaning sound fills my ears. “Aaahhh!” I whisper to my friend so the sound maker does not hear us. We both manage to get to the stairs, dust and papers cluttered around the Victorian railing. We walk up the stairs trying not to make a sound then…. “Slam!” goes a door about a yard up the rotten stairs. This is feeling like a ghost stories! I hear a faint cracking noise behind me and I turn my head cautiously to see my friend gone. I stare at the big black hole. I look down when suddenly a hand reaches up. “Fewf!” I wipe my hand across my forehead. I pull my friend out, tears streaming down her face. We run out of the Victorian door down the sidewalk to our houses.
“I don’t think we should,” said Tommy, as I stepped up to the heavy wooden door.
“Yeah, let’s go,” whispered Sam, his eyebrows twitching as they do when he gets anxious.
“You know we have to, or Billy will just call us chicken in front of the whole school,” I said.
All three of us huddled next to the abandoned mansion doorstep. This was the house no kid I knew had ever entered. Even Billy Smith, the bully of our class, hadn’t stepped one foot inside. Its dark shadow loomed over Maple Street, and every day when I passed the house on my way back from school, I got an eerie feeling that something or someone was looking out at me, watching me across its broken-down fence and abandoned yard.
We had never felt more afraid than this, and we were on the verge of running back to our own houses when I reached out and felt the icy cold, metal doorknob with my fingers. Chills ran down my spine, but I kept pressure on the knob and slowly opened the door. A gust of musty air swept over us and an eerie silence fell like a blanket over the night. Read more »
I was only five years old when I first saw him. It was the middle of summer, and my parents were downstairs. I was up in my room playing with my dolls. The window was open, and a cool summer breeze was blowing in, filling the room with the scent of flowers from the garden. He just showed up in my room. At the time I didn’t think much of it. I had tons of imaginary friends who just showed up, but he was different. He was so real. We played every day, yet he never told me his name. When I was seven years old, I was playing with him one day and we decided to go up onto the roof. There was a window in my attic that leads right onto it. We climbed up to the attic together and got on. The dampness still hung in the air. I saw him slip off the wet metal roof and he lay on the ground completely still. I never saw him again until I was 15 years old. He had grown up as well. He had a scar on his face which I could no longer see very well. I didn’t understand why I was seeing him. I was no longer a little kid. I was in high school; I had real friends. He kept saying how I had killed him, and he needed to “even the playing field.” Most kids are afraid of the dark, but I was afraid of my imagination. Read more »
Are you tired of your voice not being heard and acted upon? Well, if you vote for Meaghan Williams, every voice, every question, and every hope and dream of this nation will be answered and fulfilled. A dedicated and honest person, she will always do the right thing and stand by her decisions. Do not be fooled by her calm demeanor, she can fight for what is right and never back down. No one will be left behind. Vote for the future, vote for you, vote M.W.
you want a compassionate, caring, president who will stand up for
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enjoyable country to live in.
will make the united states of america a clean happy place, I will
treat the middle class exactly like the high class millionares. I belive
that gay marrige is exactly like marrige between a man and a woman no
different and is not to be made fun of because I think that if you love
the person it should be allowed that you can marry that person. You may
not belive me and may think that I am bluffing but you have my word that
I would be the best president this country has ever seen. I do not
discriminate against religions allthough I have none, you may think that
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back but trust me I can be soft and cold and that can change instantly. I
am also the best choice for those of you who want taxes to be lower , I
know you don"t want to waste away your money on taxes when you could be
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I was out on a dark windy Halloween night with a few of my friends. We
decided to take the long way to the Halloween party. We walked past an
overgrown path that we had never noticed. Feeling brave, we decided to
check it out. At the end of the path there was a big old crooked house
with moss growing up the sides. It looked like someone had not lived
there in a very long time. We walked closer and the door slowly opened
with a creak. We entered the house as we held each other tightly. It
smelt like a dead animal and had cob webs everywhere. Then The door
slammed behind us. We screamed!! I tried to open the door but it was
locked! We ran to the back of the house to find another way out but
could not find anything in the darkness. We stood there for a moment
when we heard a loud crash coming from upstairs. We went upstairs to
see what it was. A lamp had crashed onto the floor and there was blood
dripping down the wall. After that we knew that this house was haunted!
We ran downstairs and found a shovel. We smashed open a window to get
out. We ran to the Halloween party. We will never go near that house
I open the old squeaky door not knowing what to expect,
seeing broken windows and shattered glass.
I want to scream but a sound won't come out,
I turn to my friend and and grab her sweaty hand and continue into the house.
I have never been so scared before. Read more »
Passed through the old legends into my ears I hear a tale.
A tale of great fright,
a tale of great might.
An old abandoned house near the outskirts of town stands.
Not many go inside, but even less come out.
Whoever goes inside the house gets lost.
Friends are separated.
Anyone who finds the hidden door is never found again.
When at least one human escapes, shock takes their soul.
They never live happily the same again.
A group of teens sneak their way into the abandoned house.
One is lost in the beginning just after entering.
Others don’t notice until they split into pairs to find the mysterious “hidden door”.
The one disappeared at the beginning finds the door.
The closest person hears their friend shriek in terror.
All run toward the loud voice.
They all find one lie on the floor dead.
Dead, but cold.
The youngest of the group moves his flashlight to the still form.
Blood on the floor reflects the light back into their eyes.
The blood is shiny, but wet?
This isn’t their missing friend.
If this isn’t him, then who lies before the teens?
The kids turn and run back for the entrance.
A long hallway extends.
The door to freedom from this muddle slowly closes.
A girl trips on the floorboards.
A boy turns around, and a hand is extended to help her,
but she isn’t there.
Just like the others. Read more »
Hello citezens of America i'm not here to make you vote for me but i'm here to make you want to vote for me. America is a place were everyone should feel safe America is the definition of growth. I'm here because all through my child hood i've watched the presidentual elections and i've listened to the people. I want to be the first woman president i'm here because America needs change and I believe i'm that change. So don't vote for me because your friend is or because your pressuerd into it. Vote for me because you think i'm the change trust me if you vote for me i'll will change America...for the better. Excersise your vote and i'll keep America afloat!
As fall approaches,
The leaves begin to change.
The hint of the cold will never get old.
A rush of wind blew my hair.
The smell of fire in the air.
Fall was coming by the look of the trees,
Winter is near.
Soon the grass will begin to freeze.
Then the season will clear.
The creeking of steps,
Sends a chill up my spine.
I scan the room
Looking to find,
The musky smell,
Of something decesed.
Fills my nostrals
As I creep.
A hauted house is quite a thrill,
If you are willing to mill
For some clues.
So watch your step,
Don't be afraid
Don't be blinded,
Brownies and Milk
The best taste in the world
is the taste of a brownie and,
a tall glass of my grandmothers
farm milk. With these together
the happiest, tastiest feeling Read more »
Looking out of the window
stare down at the dirt,
the rain is washing it away.
The rain is quiet,
there is a warm breeze
but inside it is cold. Read more »
The house stood on a small mound of earth, like a rotting trophy on a pedestal. That colonial style that long had been taken from it's glorious times in the days of old, and displayed as a prime example of a haunted house. Who were we to resist the stories of lore? The cracked glass window panes and garden house over grown with weeds and vines. The cliché hour of midnight called us to it's decaying porch, where we easily slipped in past the broken door latch, flashlights in hand. The giggles and the laughs, as we jumped over rotten boxes and the bowing floorboards, jumping at every little thing. A cat had taken nest with kittens in the dirty couch, left behind by it's owners. We all had circled around the cushion-less couch with wide eyes, cooing at the little ones whose eyes had not yet opened. Innocence, trapped in the darkened house that had almost sunken in the center. All was quiet for several minutes, the small breaths of us the only sound other than the occasional sound of someone swallowing... and then something toppled over upstairs. Or that was what we had rationalized it to be. Something falling over. Something. That had to be what it was, wasn't it? Panicked breaths now consumed the silence, as we turned our backs to the couch with the defenseless kittens, and looked around the room. We waited for the ghost to come take our lives, and bury us in the basement. Crack our skulls open with a meat cleaver. String us up, and chop off our legs. Every horror scenario we had ever seen in the movies danced across our minds, playing with us. Read more »
It was the time of Hallows Eve. The night was cold, and the wind’s icy fingers crawled under my coat as I walked home. Now, I am not one that is easily frightened, but the mystery of Hallows Eve even loomed in my mind that night.
The dark was as black as death, and the comforting lights of home flickered far away. I considered lighting my candle, but I knew the wind would disapprove.
The road ahead of me was familiar, but in the dark of this haunted night it seemed sinister. I quickened my pace, for who would want to be stuck out here? Not I, not I.
A shiver ran through me. The stars glittered far above, but too far to be comforting. I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck, grateful for the warmth.
Suddenly, I found myself on the ground. The wind was blowing harder yet, like a chorus of howling wolves. My foot stung, I had caught it on a small rock. Leaning closer to the ground, I saw that the rock I had tripped upon was much bigger than a small pebble. I was staring at a gravestone.
My mind whirled. How had I ended up in the graveyard? Where was the familiar path to my comfortable abode?
I slowly rose to my feet and looked around. What were those moaning sounds? Where was the whistling tune coming from? Was it my head, or was there something surrounding me?
I sucked in my breath and started to leave. I would need to find the road soon. It was getting late. Read more »
It was the night before halloween and everyone was getting together to celebrate so my friends and I started to play "truth or dare". Then it was my turn to be
"truthed or dared", so Julia asked me
" Truth or dare?" " Dare" I replied. So Julia thought. She thought and she thought.
"I got it!" yelled Julia. "I dare you to go to that Haunted house down the street."
"No, not if someone doesn't come with me." I said
" Fine, then we'll all come with you." said John.
" Ok, then let's go then." I replied and we all went to the haunted house. When we got there we heard an owl. We all creep up the stairs and knocked on the door just in case, but when we knocked the door creeked open by itself.
"Uu-uu-mmm guys," I shivered. " Are you sure about this?"
" I-I think so." replied Stewert. So we all stepped in to the house quietly. Then we saw a stairway and Julia asked
"Should we go up"
"Mhmm" we all stuttered. So we climbed up the stairs. Climbing and being scared as if climbing up a mountain. Then we reach the top and take a right. All of a sudden I hear small footsteps. I look back; nothings there. I hear it again and turn around. nothings there.
"Do you guys hear that?" I ask.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" We all screamed.
" Ha-ha-ha. I scared ya'll. Just letting you know you don't have to be afraid of me I just joke because I'm a ghost."
"Well we all kinda know your a ghost." Julia said angrily. Read more »
One day me and my friend were playing around an old haunted mansion. Sally tossed the tennis ball into the window. “I bet you’re too much of a chicken to go in there and get our tennis ball back” Sally said. “I’ll go if you go” I challenged. We went inside my heart thumped a million miles a minute. Then we heard a creak. “Sally stop messing with me!” I snapped. “I’m not messing with you Sarah” Sally said her voice quivering. Then my family jumped out from behind old desks and tables and yelled “SURPRISE!” I had totally forgotten today was my birthday. Sally laughed and said “We sure got you didn’t we?” That my friends is what happens when you go in a haunted house.
School: Thomas Fleming School
Henry wished he was 30, not 10. As he finished his wish he began to tremble and in a few minutes he seemed like he was 30 years old. But when he looked at the date it said 10/13/2032. “Oh no," Henry said. " I am actually 30 years old”. Then Henry kept on wishing he was 10 but nothing happened.
When he looked around everything was different there was trash everywhere. Then Henry said, "This is the worst place ever." So Henry decided he wanted to stay for a couple of hours. But would his house be haunted? Henry went to his house that day and caught up with some friends to go with him. They went inside and heard his sister but his sister wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Then he realized his sister was a ghost. DON DON DONNNN.
Henry and his friends went to investigate the rest of the house. There were skeletons everywhere, even in his room. But when he saw his backyard he freaked out. His backyard was a graveyard. Then he screamed and it could probably be heard from a mile away. Henry was so freaked out that he almost fainted. Read more »
Drew Riester, a hopeful man for our country, is running for President! You can vote for him at City Hall. He wants to raise the taxes on the multi-millionaires, and lower the taxes on the middle class. This will break the financial crisis, and prevent us from going into a recession. He is a part of the Democratic Party. He has high hopes for this country. “If I win, by the end of my term I will employ the 12.8 million people in this country. These people have all lost their jobs in the past four years.” This will direct our country into a better future. Hence, the fact of all the people who are unemployed, employed! “I am Drew Riester and I approve this message.”
School: Thomas Fleming School
BOOM CASH, then all darkness. Now all I heard was Gwens heavy breathing next to me. I clung onto her arm as I sat squatted in the closet. "What was that," I whispered, my voice was shaky.
"No idea, Shhhhh it might be back,". We found "it" came when we came home from school. At first we thought it was another regular day where we came home, and then was bored for an hour until Mom got home. Today was different. We heard a crash while coming up the driveway. Read more »
The lights turn off, it's dark
I look around, I call out
"Lily, Morgan, Jonah"
It is silent.
The house is big, desolate as the African plains, cold as the acrctic
I can't move, I am so scared.
I am praying, let me get out alive.
I feel like my friends have abandoned me in this haunted place.
Then the lights flash on and off...strobe lights?
and I hear "Bang!"..balloons popping?
and I hear "phhhttttt"... a whoopy cushion?
and I see people opening doors and yelling "Boo! We got you!"
I see my friends doubled over in laughter.
It is all a prank.
nothing was heard but the tiny crackle of the burning candle
and he short gasps of breath.
The room had a dark ominous light
that kept her mind in the nightmare
she was trying to get away from. Read more »