It was the summer ,and my Parents and sister when out shopping.This happen only a couple weeks ago.I 'm still scared to sleep alown even if im 16. They left me behind because i had been sleeping.I woke to thumping on my bed room door I yelled to see if was a parents but i got no answer.I open the door and no one was there so it was probly the wind from my window.I went down stars and floped on the couch.I sat and wached the tv for about ten mines till it tured to static.I thout it was just the rain efeting it.I whent up to my room to get on the computer I look at the window it was closed i thout it was open i never tuched it.I look out side to see no clouds nor win blowing to day and the tv only goes out when it storms.I became paranoid and jumped at every nois i herd. I felt like i was being wached. i went to sleep for awile because my parents where going to be gon with my sister all day. i woke agine i look out see it ha become dark it was nine o clock my parent had to be home by now.
The mountains in the middle of January are snowy and beautiful. There was snow falling outside of our cabin every day that we were there. Having 14 people in one house was very chaotic. Blue Ridge is 11 hours from where I live. We left at midnight on January 25, 2015, so that my four siblings and I would be sleeping for most of the drive, which was mostly uneventful.
Unable to properly distinguish the sounds she was hearing, she brushed the thought away.She then lazily rolled on the other side of the bed and put herself back to sleep. Moments later, she realizes it was an eerie moan and groan she was hearing all the time. She felt the urge to
She knew that she had locked her door, but thought maybe she didn 't close it tightly. Once inside, she realized that her patio glass is shattered and many of her belongings were missing. She reported the break in to the Police. Since the break in, Jillian has had trouble sleeping at night due to heart tremors and sweating. Additionally, loud noises startled her to the point of tears.
“Will you marry it?” --a short story written after Sylvia Plath’s poem “The Applicant” Awakened by my brothers’ and sisters’ loud snoring, I got out of my room to drink a cup of water. It was then I saw my mother dozing off on the wooden chair when I walked passed the living room. This was the eighth time of this month, also the 16th time of these three months. I didn’t bother to wake her up and tell her to sleep in her room because I know my mom well. She was a strong and stubborn woman.
Of course I had to be the one to find everybody, the least brave, most frightened one in our friend group. After an hour of sitting in my bed, I got up to get dressed. I packed my backpack with all the supplies I would need, and headed out for the woods. “Hello, anyone there?” I yelled I was more afraid than I had ever been in my whole entire life. The tree’s were blowing, and the sky got dark.
•Visual language: About one or two hours into the storm, our TV began to flicker like a classic scene in a horror movie – and before we all knew it, the power was out. •Dialogues: ”You’re not going to school for the rest of the week!” Climax •Summary of what
Apparently, the bedbugs were now contained to room 205; we were staying in 207. I slept in my thickest sweatpants and sweatshirt even though the room temperature reached 85 degrees. Every morning I woke up covered in sweat and in fear that the bedbugs had crawled through my clothing and that I too would be scratching all over. Since being in Spain, I have had to navigate a daily two-hour commute each way, food poisoning, bedbugs and a shortage of affordable housing, all of which have prompted me to ask myself again, why is it that I moved here for the year? And then it hits me: I am in Spain to become
I have never been so scared in my life but whatever kept me dancing is what I was going to do. We checked in and they already had my room ready and I had to put on this ugly dress and ugly hair net. I laid in the bed and the doctor came in to get me. I remember crying in my bed saying goodbye to my family and watching their eyes water up. Finally, the bed started rolling and we went through the doors of the surgery room.
I know I had him with me and he must be here. I just know it. It took us another 2 hours for mother and me to look through all the boxes and of course as the night wore on I got more and more upset. By the last couple boxes, I finally had broken down into tears. I just had to find that box!