I slowly stepped out of my beat up Camry. The blaring sirens of police cars and emergency reuse vehicles echoed off the broken-down warehouse on the wharf slitting my head in two. The flashing blue lights almost blinding me. Taking a moment to gather my senses I slowly take in the scene. The stench of dead fish is suffocating mixing with the fumes of gasoline and grease. Walking closer to the warehouse entrance a new smell mixes in with the stench. A vile rustic odor and burned flesh assaults my senses. A shiver runs through my body making the hair on the back of my neck raise as I make my way into the building. Walking through the first hallway was like steeping on the set of Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Blood splash stained the walls
Senior Vanessa L. is wearing a costume for this year’s Haunted Hallway. She shares about her experience; “I had so much fun scaring the middle schooler. Their reactions are priceless. Each one funnier than the last. I am really glad that for my last year at TFS I got to do something as cool as
When he arrived, it was louder than he expected. The machines clanked so loud that he got a headache in minutes. The sound of screaming and crying filled the room and the air tasted like thick chalk. Dust particles were everywhere as if there was a light fog. It smelt stale.
Setting The setting in “The Ghost of Crutchfield Hall” is a big part of the story. The main place where the story happens is the big scary mansion named Crutchfield hall. “People in the village think Crutchfield hall is haunted. Did you know that?”
and it brought me to a apartment building’ its walls were cracked and there seemed to be no doors on their hinges, out of nowhere someone grabs me and I start to struggle to get loose but it 's to late they have knocked me out. I’ve woke up laying on a tattered up old looking bed, my feet were freezing
The Haunted Sultan 's PalaceNew Orleans is fortunate enough to have a number of such haunted houses, but thisparticular one is most likely the most well-known mysterious and haunted house. The Gardette-LePrete House at 716 Dauphine Street is one of the most horrifying murders to have ever beencommitted took place. In the year 1836, the structure of 716 Dauphine Street was built. JosephCoulon Gardette was born in Philadelphia and came to New Orleans in hopes to achieve a speckof success as a dentist. Within 4 years his business had prospered extremely well.
The feeling was unfamiliar to his brain, but it was his main reason for exploring the swamp. He stood for just another minute, thinking about life and space and all that philosophical stuff, then, hauling his backpack onto his shoulder, stepped into darkness. After a solid 10 seconds of walking, a strong smell hit him like an elephant taped to a 4x4. The stench wafted into his nose, with the apparency of a knife wound. It reeked of year old eggs.
Both the film Sunset Boulevard and the novel Haunting of Hill House are set in a gothic context. I found similarities in the way both main characters from the novel and film, maintained relationships with others. In contrast I found that the feelings associated with the two main characters, Norma Desmond and Eleanor were presented differently. I also found the representation of the gothic in the settings of both the novel and film contradictory. It is evident that both characters Norma and Eleanor had self hatred, which made their relationships with others difficult.
The faint buzzing of an old street light in the distance was the only sound that filled the air. The loud dogs that paced yellow lawns and fenced in porches were deep asleep. It was as melancholy as it could get. My hand trembled, I looked down at the paper weapon clasped between my fingers. I lifted my hand and pressed the cold cigarette to my chapped lips, long ago accepting the fact that I 'd never remember the taste of his mouth, in the same way I didn 't remember the last time my life wasn 't anything more than a huge fucking shit show.
“Bienvenidos a El Salvador,” the flight attendant announced over the intercom. I looked towards the windows and enjoyed the breathtaking scenery. I could see the long fields, the beautiful hills and valleys, and the volcanoes. The palm trees were bright green and the sky was filled with color. The land seemed to be filled with life.
The two main glass doors were tinted so one could not see in, and the walls were covered with dirt and mud. The two bulky bodyguards at the door were a welcoming site however, and as the large glass doors slammed shut behind me, I felt comforted that I had just secluded myself from the spooky
One of the winding, mazing corridors has lead you to a dead end. The footsteps get closer and closer until you can feel their breath on your neck. Then you smell it - ricotta, fresh mozzarella, basil, san marzano sauce. It was just the pizza man bringing you pizza. The sweet smell of the cheese blended with the savory san marzanos, and the freshness of the basil, it was a dream, not a nightmare, come
In Virginia Woolf’s “Street Haunting”, the reader follows Woolf through a winter’s walk through London under the false pretense to buy a new pencil. During her journey through the streets of London, she is made aware of a number of strangers. The nature of her walk is altered by these strangers she encounters. Street Haunting comes to profound conclusions about the fluidity of individuality when interacting with other people. Woolf is enabled by the presence of others to subvert her individuality.
In both passages, the smells are used to orient the characters in a direction; the repairman, Stuart Little, and Montag each move follow the appealing smells of nature, which ultimately provides them with both physical and mental direction.
As I approach the house, I smell the old musty smell of the house. When I step on the front steps of the house, I hear a creak from underneath the floorboards. With every step, it seems like the creaking gets louder. I rap my hands around the dusty door handle and slowly pull open the unlocked door. The inside looks like what you’d expect.
I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did.