Personal Narrative: Haunted Corn Maze

It was the night before Halloween when all through my house I was cooking my famous stew. I then noticed I didn't have enough pumpkin to my it. I went outside and I saw a bight light. As I walked up to it I realized it was a pumpkin. I thought, I'm here so let's just use this one. So I picked it up and walked back to the house. It was getting dark so I

Last year me and my family went to universal for horror night. We had decided to go the the Insidious maze last so we continued and went to all the mazes. When the time had came, it was time for the Insidious maze we (me and my family) were all nervous so we voted who was going to be in front of the line. And they all chose me so when we were up I walked slowly since it was pretty dark inside the maze. Everyone in front of me were yelling,screaming, and trying to run away. But as I continued nothing came or tried to scare

I was putting my Halloween costume on when I heard something moving in my closet. I turn to the closet door half dressed with a curious look on my face. In my mind, it being Halloween, I thought I was just hearing things or my little brother was playing a prank on me. I walk out the door to my room, down the stairs and as I was about to walk out the front door my father caught me, “Where are you going?” he asked “Out, it’s Halloween I’m going to go trick-or-treating” I replied “No you are not you’re grounded”, “What? Why?” “Your grades mister until you can pick them up you can go out and do whatever, until then you are to stay in this house” I clinched my teeth together “Yes sir” I replied “If mom was here she’d let me go” I mumbled “What did you say?” dad asked “I said if mom was here she would let me go” “Well your mom isn’t here, is she?” “Yeah because of you, you left mom it’s your fault she’s not here, you lazy bum, all you ever did was go to the bar and drink every day, the only reason you have a job now is because mom isn’t here to support us.” “Go to your room” “Why because I’m right” “ I said GO TO YOUR ROOM, NOW! AND DON’T COME OUT” I ran up the stairs enter my room and slammed the door behind me. I lay on my bed, tears rolling down my face looking at an old photo of my mom, my dad knocks on the door and enters the room, “Are you ok?” he asks looking at the tears rolling down my cheeks, “You miss her don’t you?” I nodded my head “I do too son I think about her

I looked out from the passenger side window as we pulled into our parking spot. The trees were beginning to go bare in the frigid October weather, and the ground was covered in their dry, crispy leaves. The four of us were going on a haunted hayride tonight, a popular past-time for season. We clambered out of the car and left our bags behind. It had rained the day before, and it made the ground beneath us soft with mud and trampled leaves. The night hung over us in a dark, cloudy sheet. No one could ask for a better backdrop for this decidedly frightful evening.

“Only 5 more days until Halloween”, screamed Abigail. I can not wait until it is Halloween because I feel like it is going to be one of the best ones yet. My brother, Adam and I had made plans to carve a pumpkin because I have wanted to do one for a long time. I asked my mom, Caroline, when we could carve one and she said,”You can do some today only if you finish your homework.” Ok I said and I better get started on my homework.

Attention Getter: I’m sure you have all heard the children’s rhyme that goes trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat.

Near the middle or end of the summer my cousins and I were on facetime playing a game called ‘Growtopia’. We were talking and Ally told me that they were going to Six Flags on Sunday and that she and Abby could each bring a friend. I told her that was cool,then she asked me if I wanted to come, I told her I would like to and thought it would be fun.

But this year we are going to. The next day we were going to Hershey park, so my mom said go to sleep early. I said no, I’ll wake up fine tomorrow! Which I did, but I was so tired. So once we were up we needed to call our other family to say what house were going to meet at. My parents then said were going to meet at my

It was Halloween night, my three friends Bryce, Zach, and Bailey and I were so excited, it was the 666th Halloween, we had all met up at Bryce’s Brother KY’s house in Donaldson, Arkansas. We had been invited to this Halloween party in down town Malvern on the train tracks by ACME Brick. So we called Bailey’s sister Megan because she lives beside KY’s house and KY and his Fiancé Megan wouldn’t take us to that part of Malvern because it is one of the worst neighborhoods in Malvern.

One of the most-awaited moments of the year is right here once again. Dim neighborhoods are brightened by ghastly smiles of Jack-o '-lanterns in communities where the breeze is also slowly getting colder and the leaves that have fallen off of pines give each step a crunch. In a few days, children dressed like pirates, princesses, ghouls, and little monsters will be knocking on doors requesting goodies and several other goodies.

Introduction (reveal): Native American culture has always been an interest of mine. Since my beginning with the Boy Scouts of America on my path to Eagle Scout, I have come closer to the dense but often forgotten history of the First Nation people of America. Upon joining the Order of the Arrow, the BSA’s honor society centered around Native American virtues and beliefs, I have continued to take it upon myself to learn more about the long forgotten Native history. While I knew about the general struggles the Native Americans faced as “white man” invaded the unharnessed Western frontier, I had not learned about the specific catalyzing incidents that caused such conflict and suffered between these two cultures. While searching through topics like native music and combat, I knew I needed an event that sparked the rift between these two types of people, growing U.S. government and early

I couldn’t be happier about moving to Oregon. I hate this smelly place we called home. Hi, I’m Billy and I’m 11 years old. I was born in Lawrence, Kansas, 1853. My family was moving to Oregon for my Papa’s job. Papa works as a trader which meant we moved a lot. But once we get to Oregon, Papa plans to find a new job. Anyway, on with the story. First we had to pack only the important stuff in the wagon. I decided to bring my favorite blanket. It gave me a warm feeling inside. As we headed off, we said our last goodbyes to Gram and Gramps. Two days later, as we were passing an old abandoned ghost town, as if by magic I heard a crack and saw that the top right wagon wheel broke. It would be getting dark soon so we found shelter in an old abandoned

One fine, beautiful Thanksgiving day, a little girl watched as her mother prepared the Thanksgiving turkey. The little girl looked on in curiosity as her mother clipped the wings off of the turkey and then put it in the oven. “Can we not eat the wings?” the little girl asked. “We can,” the mother replied as she began preparing the green bean casserole. “Then why did you cut the wings off?” she wondered. “Because that is what my mother would do back when I was a little girl,” the mother said. So the little girl went over to her grandmother’s house one day. As she helped her grandmother set up the table, she asked her why she would cut off the wings of the Thanksgiving turkey. “Because that is what my mother would do back when I was a little

I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did. He was coming up with elaborate conspiracies about the people in the haunted house, and the haunted house itself. It was a long wait for the house, but all of Zack’s talking and excitement filled up that time well. I just was feeling good about myself, and thinking about how this haunted house wouldn’t be scary at all.

I woke up terrified , those nightmares they keep happening. I was thinking to myself saying why haven't they went away. But suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the yelling of my sister. I got out of bed and went down stairs where i had seen my sister jill making breakfast , she turned around and saw me , then she asked “ nightmares again ”. I answered “ yes ”. Then she had replied with “ hurry up and eat your breakfast we have to take you to your last appointment ”. I remembered that i had therapy but i didn't want to go i just want to forget about what had happened. I deeply sighed and ate then went upstairs and changed. Then when i had finished i walked downstairs when i had seen my sister on the phone , she was sad and stressed then i