It was October 23rd. Our entry for the second annual pumpkin contest was due within the week. My brother, TJ, wanted to build a large trebuchet that could shoot a flaming pumpkin this year. I laughed and told him I 'd sleep on it. The next morning, I felt myself shaking.
It was December 25, 1996, that evening; the Ramsey’s were at a friend’s house, having their annual Christmas party. Late that night, when it was time to leave the party, patsy and john Ramsey’s daughter Jonbenet was sound to sleep on the way back home. When they went to put her to bed, little did they know that it would be the last time they see their daughter alive. Although JonBenet Ramsey’s killer may still be out there, her mother Patsy is most likely the suspect of the crime.
While pulling the trunk down the stairs the trunk fell and pictures were everywhere it was the freaks again as he is shifting through the photos, he hears footsteps above Jacob accidentally shakes something loose, drawing the attention of whomever is upstairs. Jacob thinks someone is looking for a dead president or dead grandpa. Jacob was just there: there was not a shingle out of place or a broken window. Emma ties Jacobs hands behind his back and Millard said he cannot go back inside the house. Jacob had to remove his dirty shoes so he could get back into the house, but his hands are still tied behind his back.
Calling the home to check on him, his secretary learned his wife had found the car in the garage with the key in the ignition and called the police. Although, searching for several weeks, they were unable to find a trace of him. These random disappearances have continued for years. Walking by the open window, early one morning, Mr. Cassidy heard a loud muffled scream coming from the cloud covered mountain, ignoring it he went to the backyard. “Guess they took care of another one.
I live in Coral Springs so the AA meeting that was closest to my house was at First United Methodist Church, I HATE churches and I was completely turned off by the idea of walking into one. The meeting was at 7 o’clock, I got there at 6:41pm and walked through the holy doors of Jesus Christ. There was only one man named Phil inside, he was juggling a coffee pot and Publix chocolate chip cookies. I asked him if this is where the meeting was and he said yeah
“You know I’m allergic! You said you were going to keep them in the guest room.” Dan contemplates if Carol wasn’t rescued by those fireman from her apartment a few days ago. Just as that thought crosses his mind, Kristina, his lovely, overly-enthusiastic wife, skips into the kitchen with her son staying close by her side on his portable piano. “Hi, Dan!
The year is 1943, clouds are hovering over and the temperature is in the mid-70s. A regular day, I was going to run my errands and come home and make dinner. But then everything changed. German soldiers came barging into my house. Without knocking or anything just busted my door down.
Everyone usually has a family tradition that they do every year. Every year my family celebrates Christmas during Christmas we wake up and open gifts and go to my grandparents house for dinner and usually open more gifts. In my short story “The Lottery” their tradition is putting names into a box and if your name gets called and there is a black dot on your slip,you get rocks thrown at you until you die. In The Lottery Jackson uses the black box to symbolize death and if you're going to die.
However, my birthday party was coming up, so we prepared for that and had an enormous going away/birthday party and it was amazing. The next day, I had to go to my room and pack up all of my belongings. Then, we got ready to move.
The beeps of machinery were all around me, and there were flashing red lights reflected by the spotless, pristine white floor of the Emergency Room. My hands were stained red with my younger brother’s blood as I quickly walked out the automatic doors to the parking lot for some fresh air. I dashed to my car, for fear of leaving him alone, unlocked the door, and took out the plain black notebook sitting comfortably on the back seat. Back inside, back to the side of the bed, sitting, not talking, just existing, while my brother had his hand stitched up. The situation was finally hitting me, and although my hands were shaking, all I could do was open up that plain black book and sketch.
Having no opposable thumbs, he attempts to turn the key with this mouth. The manager hears Gregor opening the door and Gregor’s parents cheer him on. Gregor finally gets the door to open and everyone in the apartment looks in horror at the human sized bug that is in the apartment. Gregor tries to plead with the manager to defend him at work, but the manager just leaves in a hurry before the bug can explain himself. Gregor wants to stop the manager from leaving and falls down trying to catch up to him.
Upon pulling out of the baseball team 's practice field parking lot, John Goodman and his best friend, Jesse Johnson, were too impatient to wait on the semi truck to pass before bolting out onto the slick wet pavement. The tires of Jesse’s sparkling blue corvette lost traction which caused the tires to spin. The entire team watched as the monstrous semi truck plowed into Jesse’s
The next day as I come sprinting around the corner of the store, I see this guy covered in makeup. The first thought racing through my head is “it’s Michael Jackson” ,but then I think there’s no way! As I’m galloping home through the park I see this person singing “I want you.” It sounds exactly like Marvin Gaye, but why would he be in town? At last I get home
On the morning of Sunday, November 15 1959, Nancy Ewalt and Susan Kidwell arrived at the Clutter 's house to carpool to church. After ringing the bell several times and receiving no response, they decided to enter the house. Upon entering, they found all the telephone connections severed and Nancy Clutter 's purse laid ransacked on the floor. Dumbfounded, they ran upstairs for any signs of the Clutters. There, they found Nancy Clutter 's body, she had suffered a fatal gunshot wound to the head.