A Narrative Essay On A Haunted House

Mandie Morin Out of shape and out of breath, I stumbled through the overgrown grass. The trail I was struggling with never seemed to tire me as a child. Justifiably, I didn’t work twelve hours a day at an office job at nine years old. With pebbles in my shoes, I was headed to my late Uncle Jeff’s camp.

The story starts in a quiet little neighborhood where this family has lived in this home for several years without incident. Then one night, they are interrupted by a stranger who knocks on the door. Upon the father opening the door, he is greeted by a stranger who seems a little uneasy but asks if he can look around because he grew up there. Father allowed him to and then watched him out the window nervously.

I shot out of my bed, got my gymnastics stuff ready and was running out the door before my mother pulled me back in and told me it wasn’t time to go yet. She told me, I had a couple more hours to go before it was time. I drug myself inside and sat on the couch, dreading waiting longer than what I had too. My dad had got done cooking breakfast, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and sausage. It looked so good.

When his little sister Fanny comes to bring Ebenezer home for Christmas one can understand that he is not with his family for most of his childhood. In the 1800s, London, England, it was common for families to put their children in workhouses which might have been what happened to Ebenezer. Even when Ebenezer was home, Fanny talks of it as if it may not have been a pleasant place to go. (“‘He spoke to me so gently to me one dear night when I was going to bed, that I was not afraid to ask him once more if you might come home!’” pg 63)

Ever since we moved when I was two, we have lived in Morningside very close to East High School. It is a three-bedroom house with two bathrooms and a big backyard with a pool. My sister and I each got our own room and we had a huge basement for space to play. My neighborhood has always been full of older people besides two boys my age who live across the street.

I woke up on an especially cool winter morning and looked over to my mother’s side of the bed. She was not there, I knew that, but I secretly wished she was. I swung my legs off the bedside and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get myself ready for school. This was a typical morning for me.

Edward lived in that mansion for most of his life, then he was brought down to the suburbs by peg when she found out that he was living alone up there. He is very child-like and he is also undeveloped. When Edward first went down to the suburbs he was treated like prince and everyone wanted to win him over. Then after he got arrested for breaking in and entering into Jim’s house the women started to

• Clare keeps Henry a secret throughout her entire childhood, as Henry continues to visits her. Rising Action • Clare (13) is woken up by Henry calling her name, she runs out to the meadow to see her father, her brother and Henry, but her father tells her to go back to bed. • Clare (18) moves to Chicago to go to an Art Institute and to find Henry. • Henry and Clare get

The one think that sticks out to me though all of my years of education is my first year in school. Pre-K I remember this like yesterday I went to Hawthorne Elementary right on Josephine Street the building was an old tanned building I remember walking in the double door which I believe were this ugly brown color I know it did not go with the building my mom had was holding my hand in one hand and my other I had white with blue line baby blanket I did not leave anywhere with that blanket as we walk up some tiny steps into the hallway my five year four year old self was feeling great because all I was thinking was I have my mom with me and we are going to have a great day as we walking down the hallway into the cafeteria which smelled with a mix of pancakes and tacos with kids and a parents everyone it was not too bright in there at a dim look to it when we walked in to the cafeteria we meet a teacher aid by the name of Mrs. Carmen she was an old Hispanic lady with white blond hair sweet lady. my mom told me to go with Mrs. Carmen as she took my barney shaped backpack off my back and placed it on the table when my mom did that I

I could come in at five o’clock in the morning and they wouldn’t even know. Sometimes I do get tired of the yelling and screaming, so I walk around in our neighborhood or walk in the forest farther than I got the day

It was not big, it was not luxurious. It was what we could afford." Jason attended John Adams High School, where he later dropped out (in the middle of his junior year). When he was 22 years old he moved to Brooklyn when his mother passed away. Jason currently works at Target.

In less than twenty minutes, Clemmy Sue is standing on Estelle Louise’s front porch. Without knocking, she opens the squeaking weathered screen door and moseys into a cluttered sitting room, where Estelle Louise slowly rocks back and forth, in a tattered rocking chair. “Estelle Louise, why ain’t you ready? You be knowing another storm be riding in.” “Imma guessing time just ran right past me.

On 7/9/15 worker made an unannounced visit to the residence of Ms. Bernice Connell, for the purpose of making first victim contact. Ms. Kayley McKinnon, granddaughter-in-law of Ms. Connell greeted worker at the door and showed worker to Ms. Connell 's room. The room was cluttered but did not present with an odor. Ms. Connell was lying in bed watching TV, she was appropriately dressed with good personal hygiene. Ms. Connell stated she had lived with her son, Earnest McKinnon, and daughter-in-law, Arlinda McKinnon, for two years.

My name is Elizabeth Charlotte Smith, but most people call me Ellie. The Stamp Act is over as I write this. Let me tell you about the last couple of months. I live in a family of six, with my mother, my father, my two younger sisters, and my older brother. We all live in an average-sized house along the coast of New York, a place where the Stamp Act affected us all.