Monster-Personal Narrative

CLANK! Finally a monster has sprung my trap. I turned on the kitchen lights to find a terrifying monster looking at me with its foot in the trap. I yelled out for someone before I threw the frying pan at its chest, and ran for my life. I started banging on everyone’s doors, but no one was answering.

Well, Gabe sure did learn that four wheelers and electric fences isn’t a good mix. Reckless driving is dangerous because you aren’t aware of your surroundings, going too fast to where death is involved, and others will be hurt. Gabe Wiegand woke up tired eyes when the sun rises, and he began to get ready for the day. Gabe can’t wait for today, while munching on his waffles he hears a car door shut. Looking out the window is a small red car, with his brother’s friend coming to the front door.

His tone was so unexpected that it ignited a combination of fear and shock inside of me. I could explicitly see the anger quietly overwhelm him. My father rarely expressed anger so when he felt it, it was transparent and unmistakable. He attempted to remain calm due to the fact he was speaking to me, an eleven year old at the time who was constantly confused about anything having to do with mom and dad. Despite his attempts, my fathers voice shook with rage as he told me there was no possible way I was going to spend the night at my mothers apartment.

I was slowly forgetting about the depressing day I had and all I could think about was crawling into bed and sleeping off the horrific memories. Your seventeenth birthday is supposed to be an incredible day where you 're almost an adult but can still act like a child, but for me it was a nightmare that never ended. I have lived through so many tragedies and I will never be able to erase those haunting

After I started to recover from the light that was like a sun after sleeping, I headed over to the bathroom and turned on the sink, splashing icy cold water on my face, which started to wake me up. I ambled back into my bedroom and put on my bright red jersey and blue shorts, then headed

The alarm clock is one of the most feared household objects. Waking up in the morning has always been a struggle for me and it is likely because I was up the prior night doing homework or catching up on social media. Other nights may include hanging out with friends, joking around even though we ought to be sleeping. In sixth grade, however, I hated my alarm because it reminded me of the upcoming day.

Oh, the look on his face would be funny. When I saw the camper door open and that the dads were woken up, I knew this was gonna be an all nighter. He drove that truck fast around the camp yard. “What are you doing up this late, why!?” I didn’t feel so good about the what the future held.

My door is locked so I fumble with the lock in my sleepy stupor and push my snot covered hand on the wall to open the door. My nose is still running. I head into the bathroom and turn on the lights. I get some tissues and after my eyes adjust to the light I realize that it is not snot, it is blood. It is my blood; and I am covered

I always saw the house on the hill, originally built in wartime 1939, a house for Nazis. Some people say it was haunted by the people who died there, back in 1945. No one is supposed to enter for the fear of releasing the ghosts to wreak havoc on our small town. The old house was made of mahogany with crimson doors and brass colored handles. I heard the old doors creak open as I walked into the creaky house.

Not wanting to be the idiotic female protagonist of a haunted house story, she forwent the banging and screaming on the door as the possessed body of her coworker and wave of insects descended from the second floor to disembowel her ruthlessly. Instead, she used the broken window next to the locked door suffering only minor abrasions and climbed out, got in the company car and drove away to never investigate another haunted house

Good night, love you.” Morning came quickly with knocks on the door. Thomas ignored it, assuming Ellen would answer it, but she didn’t. The knocks were loud. He swore someone was going to break the door down!

I am awaken with a violent jolt, then scraping sound. I reach up to cover my ears from the wretched sound. Then all of a sudden it stops. I look around the room trying to figure out what exactly just happened. I open the door to the hallway, and all I hear is silence.

I loudly banged on the doors in high hopes that someone would hear me, before I quickly stopped when realizing the consequences of a person like me being found in a place like this! I sat down and leaned against the wall, awaiting

Whole night I cried. I was not sad, but filled with joy that my father was proud of me. I think the uncertainty that was clouding my mind that my father would never be proud of me of who I am was finally fading away. He appreciates my passion and proud of whom I am. The bond between us became quite stronger than ever.

I was losing my best friend. I can remember Dallas getting into something he wasn’t supposed to. Then, my dad would yell at him to get out of stuff. He’d fly down the hallway like a jet, to hide under my bed as if he were going to be spanked. Dallas wasn’t always the smartest, but he was always very loving and protective of my family.