Terror and Horror By: Jia Yu Cheung Looking back at that day, I feel stupid. I start chuckling. When I think about it, a cold shudder still goes down my spine, but it’s all good. Everything is normal, well at least it is now. “Are you sure we’re old enough to go in?” I asked with a waver in my voice. “They will let us in. Chill out!” my friend, Kristen, said with a tone of assurance. “Yeah! Don’t be a little chicken! Bak! Bak! BAK!” my other friend, Crystal, teased with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “I’m not a chicken!” I protested. I was steaming. How could she say such a thing! “Cut it out guys!” Kristen, the only mature one, said with annoyance. “It’s not my problem.” I muttered under my breath. One Sunday, my friends and I approached the most petrifying haunted house in the whole corn festival. Trees like large …show more content…
Everyone was steeped in shadows while darkness echoed around us. The putrid stench of decaying matter stung my nose, as I blindly searched for the path, like a newborn chick. Only the faintest signs of orange light shone through the cracks of the weathered walls. The intermittent creaks and moans were heard from a distance. I knew I was near something. I looked around and saw the slight outline of Crystal. The somber portraits were staring at me under layers of dust. It penetrated every part of my soul. I felt the warm moisture of a puff on my shoulder. Crystal was …show more content…
I ran my fingers over the surface of the closet. Dust created a cloud of dirt on my fingertips. The red sunlight illuminated a child's wooden rocking horse that sat on a tattered rug. The toy's wooden seat was worn smooth, coated in dirt, and cobwebs matted the corded mane and tail. I gasped with exhiliration. The horse began to rock slowly, much to the jubilation of its ghostly
I opened the door and bell chimed. Walking in I could see Adam with somebody in the back and waited for him to come up front. One minute Sam I need to see who’s here said Adam. Sure said Sam I’ll wait. Adam walked up front and when he saw me a big smile crossed his face.
“I’m not sure what to say to that,” I admit. I decide to let this drop too. “You amaze me, you know that. I wish more of the brothers had women like you.” “You’re biased Kane.
The large deserted area was fill with the post-war's destruction which caused many injuries and death to civilisation. Every little sound, a pebble scraping underneath my shoe, the wind pressing against the panes of the darkened windows was amplified by the deafening silence. The building's windows looked like hollow sockets, empty and black, the life that once thrived within them, long gone and abandoned. The windows were filled with cracks and large pieces of glass missing that has been shattered by rocks, bullets and
While strange shapes would show, and so would colors, I began to get dizzy, trying to avoid the terrifying spiders and what was said to be vicious scorpions and snakes, I became hopeless not able to hold my imagination and not knowing what was reality, I became hungry. I became so hungry that I began to eat the baby spiders crawling up my throbbing leg and as the day became longer the more I became lonelier not knowing what the future would hold for me. As the night grew darker so did the noise and creaking I heard, not knowing where the mysterious noise had come from I became severally frightened. While wishing my peers were here to comfort me, I began to think about how enraged they must be with me for shattering the majestic carpet. Soon I began to doubt the forgiveness of my peers.
The Darkness He stretched out his hand and grabbed the old beat up bronze doorknob. The freezing knob sent chills up his spine, the door creaked open and he was immediately hit with a putrid smell that traveled through his nostrils and then in his mouth leaving him with an acerbis taste. Every screeching step he took into the room made him cautiously glance over his shoulder, soon enough he noticed that the grey dusty floor had footprints from the high top converse he was wearing.
Of Mice and Men Epilogue There was an eerie silence that flowed through the bunk house. The dust settled on the table, cards set up for solitaire. The whitewashed walls seemed to turn greyer every minute that passed. The room seemed to be growing bigger making the men feel tiny.
I told them about my family history and how they were originally from Maycomb County. I told them my mother worked for a photographer in Meridian and boasted about how she had entered my picture in a Beautiful Child contest and won five dollars that I got to keep. After talking about the picture we started to talk about my knowledge of the show Dracula. They asked about my father and it became awkward, but they did not persist afterwards. For the rest of the summer we played in their treehouse and reenacted different parts of books.
The roads became more broken down. Suddenly the beeping of the cars startled my thoughts and my world unfroze. I felt the droplets accumulating under my eyes. Tears began rolling down my face. It was at that moment that I realized how honored I was to have everything
An enormous, elegant, homely window with detailed wood and an oval-shaped top sat to the right of me with a cold drift that flowed through the cracks. The cold whisp seemed to pinch my legs with the late spring air. My eyes gazed out the homely window that I so desired to escape from, as I noticed every detail over the cigarette and air freshener smell. The faint yelling of the girl with the name of Maddison rang in my ears, leaving an aftertaste of dismay as she tried to relate to the incapacitated people in the room. As I continued to chip away at my baby blue nail polish and twiddle my thumbs I noticed my reflection in the spotted window as I stared out into the world that was stolen away from me.
I was sitting in my dreadful History class and got a text message from my mother, "Call me as soon as you can.” This sent me into immediate panic. Was she hurt? Did she find out about ____?
Verdant hills filled the enormous space near the water bodies with clean and cool blue water flowing calmly. I head over to the window. Lost in the view as I look down, I see the reflection of the crib. Before walking towards the wooden latticed cradle, I felt shivers go down my back because of the mixture of anticipation and agitation. I took a deep breath as if to gain confidence.
I can see my breath when I breathe out. I can hear the snow crunching underneath my thick wool boots and fuzzy socks, and can hear the sound of my own breathing. The faint howling of the wind sounds like ghosts swarming the city on Halloween. I notice an old abandoned, dilapidated house far off in the distance, in desperate need for a new paint job. With it’s rickety old
I feel it radiating into my blood, as my heart skips a beat. Soon, enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving up and down, more fragile than the glass that once was sitting on the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles my front, as another pair comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past my quilted cold cheeks. I manage to smile at the picturesque view in front of me, sending a warm satisfaction to my body as it sparks my heart and floods my eyes with tear-filled blur.
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.
“You’re next…” The horror creator, as the legends say, was filled with mysteriousness; so mysterious that people tried to hunt for him yet none of them ever come back; some say he only appears during the night stalking people, making the victims have a trauma for their lifetime. However, he was only a mystical creature; we knew nothing about him; whether he exist or not; whether he is a bad person or not. I was a type of a guy who wouldn’t believe in such urban stories; this soul is created just to make children behave themselves.