That statement scared me because I did not want to live in a smaller house nor did I want to share a room with either of my sisters. When we arrived, I ran inside to find my room. As I walked down the hallway, my parents had already marked the biggest room as mine. They knew how picky I
I burst through the doors at full speed, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. I make my way towards the kitchen praying I will find an actual person that can explain to me what is going on. However, when I reach the kitchen, I am greatly disappointed to see an empty room. I look around for a moment to see if anyone is around. Then, when I realize there is not a single living human here, I bolt out of the kitchen, through the side cafeteria doors, and into the large commons area.
When I first entered the theatre I thought maybe I was entering a haunted house. The fog was blowing throughout the room and you walked through it as you found your seat. The drapes that we had looked at during class were glowing blue. The room was freezing cold, which probably wasn’t planned but still counted as one of the aspects. All of these elements gave me a spooky and mysterious feeling.
While I take my coat off, I can see my dad sitting in the living room, watching the news. I walk towards the living room. “Hi Dad.” Suddenly I felt a cold breeze going through the room, and my father looked up to me for just a second. “Hey,” I’m trying to say something, however, the words won’t
We dropped the logs and decided to go in to stay dry but as we entered the house there was already a sense of wariness as we began to walk through the dark hallway. The hallway was a torture room, filled with spikes and weapons to torture someone horribly. The walls were decayed and had spider webs in every corner. It was no doubt a haunted house. We headed back to the front door, but it was locked.
Most people find clowns entertaining, but there's definitely a group of people who find them creepy. What is a coulrophobia?!!. coulrophobia is an irrational fear of clowns This is a very common type of phobia and it keeps the person that has it away from fun places, like county fairs, circuses, little birthday party, and theme parks. Some
I stomp my feet up the stairs and head to my bedroom. My mother trails behind me. “Honey, please just talk to me. I want to discuss this with you.” “Mom, I don’t want to talk to you. Leave me alone.” “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.” I arrive at my door and proceed into my room and turn around to face my mother.
I dear to come closer. I hear nothing but my own footsteps. I pushed the door and I entered the house. It was dark inside even though there were candles lit everywhere. As I went further my eyes were getting use to the darkness and I started to make out some weird shapes on the walls.
There's a hill going up to my apartment, and while going up, we could see the apartments. Since its dark outside, I could see the lights turned on from Moses of the house. I looked at my house window; it was dark, which means that no one is at the home. As I expected, there was no one inside the house. My parents were at work, and my sister comes home at 6 o'clock in the afternoon from kindergarten.