My journey started on a day like any other. I woke up early to go to school but when I got the everything was dark. I walked through the hallways to see if anyone was at school but I only saw one person at the opposite end of the hall. I shouted out to them to ask what is going on but there was no response. I waited a minute or so and then walked across the hall. It was so foggy that I couldn 't see five feet in front of me. I could only see the outline of the persons body reflecting off the fog. I finally reached this mysterious figure and in the most pleasant way imaginable he reached out and said "Hi I 'm Jim Nantz, I 'm going to take you for a tour of hell." He then turned around and started walking without saying anything, leaving me puzzled. I look all around me and decided why not and stared to follow him. After just a few minutes of travel we came upon the gates of hell. Over the gate was a sigh that read "What Goes Around Comes Around." We entered and directly past the gates was an elevator. We got in the elevator and there were four buttons on the wall. From top to bottom in read G, 1, 2, and 3. We were on G and pressed the button 1 and the elevator went down. The doors opened and written on the ground was "Loud chewers." Here I saw …show more content…
I asked another person what was going on. He told me that they have to keep on foot an the line all the way to the other side and they will get to leave, but if your foot comes off you go back to the start. All the people here were very injured but no matter how hurt they were they would still try to get to the other side. I asked Jim of we could just go stop Ray Lewis from tackling the but he told me that the people here deserve everything that they are getting. We then headed back to the elevator and went down to level
We left our seats and started to wander the stadium. When we were riding the escalator a man that looked like Jessie Pinkman from Breaking Bad cut in front of us in a hurry. This guy was wearing dark and ratty clothes and looked like he was addicted to drugs. I then said to Jake under my breath, “Calm down drug addict. ”
We snuck in the building it was trashed and there were shards of broken glass on the floor and all the tables were flipped over,Just then I realized this was my dad's store the same one who'd been robbed 4 days ago. Then the police started to leave so we got back on the police car and went back to the police station. After we got back we were running some errands for the police when I heard voices “Come on theres gotta be something we can do”said voice nombre uno “sir we just can't catch this guy he's always gone before we get there”said voice 2. Then the door opened and all the men came out.
"Are you reading this? If you are, then you have woken. You have been in a coma for 23 years. Everything you've ever seen, felt, heard or tasted was a hallucination. Your friends weren't real.
On 11/7/16 I truly knew that God had a plan for me. Part of his plan was for me to move to Columbus so I could find Him. I remember we were in the middle of a song, and I just started to ball my eyes out. I had felt this warmth take over me. For the first time in my life, I felt as if I was connected to something bigger than myself.
All of a sudden he saw me and started towards me. I got up but as soon as I did he told me to stay. I don 't know why but I listened. He regaled a story of a mutant hamburger who was so calamitous it destroyed all of San Fransisco.
He thanks me and shows my to the door. I my way out a very odd looking person walks up to me with both arms extended. I ask "Can I help you?" Then I notice two screws on both sides of his head and some stitches across his forehead. I think to myself, he looks like Frankenstein.
The Devil then whispered, “your body's next.” Tom was shocked and terrified, he froze. A few more hours of walking went by, and Tom then got the nerve to speak again, “why were you carrying my dead wife?” The Devil glared at Tom again but this time he didn't do anything. They finally reached their destination.
“The Elevator” is a short story about a young boy named Martin who has recently moved into a new apartment complex and is scared to go on the elevator. When he takes the stairs his father is confused as to why Martin is breathing hard. When Martin explains, his father makes him take the elevator.
They all ran to the door, but before they reached the door it shut with a huge breeze of wind . When Freddie tried to open the door it wouldn't open. They heard a noise it sounded as if someone was talking right behind them, Freddie and his friends were trembling in fear when they turned around they saw something. It was see threw it but it was a white and grey color mixed.
After a couple hours some guy walked in a black robe,and it looked like he was floating. I followed him to the back ,but i didn’t make it obvious. When he reached the back, he turned around to check if anyone was looking at what he was doing. He almost saw me so I hid behind a bookshelf. When I looked up he was grabbing a book off one the shelves.
I walked through the double doors, and down the yellow tile hallway, all
The door creaks open, I see them, two men… they look so tasty. They’re picking me up and dragging me down the hall. We finally stop, I hear another door open, I look up and the only thing in the room is a table tilted at a seventy-five degree angle. They are pinning me against the table, please speak up, you’re never this quiet.
A loud crashing sound came crawling up the stairs. Warwick and Hall sprung from the musty hole and fell to the ground. Everyone huddled around them with concern. No one said a word. They stared in astonishment while the men lay on the filthy dirt ridened floor.
The button soon enough started to leak oil everywhere, flooding the first floor of the station. Then the kids pushed the button once more and the gas station started to get a renovation. Suddenly the door became the ceiling and the floor became the door. Ash and Sam were shocked yet Max screamed “awesome let’s do it again!” Everybody looked at Max and he looked back saying, “what?”.