Korean horror Essays

Walter Hamilton’s wrinkled fingers pushed the buttons on his landline, frantically calling 911. His beloved wife, Susan, was upstairs in their bed. Minutes earlier, he had found her there unconscious. Walter breathed deeply, heavily, unsure of her condition. The 911 operator could barely comprehend what Walter was saying, but she managed to make it to their small condominium in Hayward, California. The sirens of ambulances and police cars roared as they arrived at the door. EMTs and cops came

I was screaming, and calling multiple times. A call that wasn’t friendly or excited, it was a call of me in distress, high pitched calls. I was captured, by a random man and a random woman I had never seen before. I honestly believed they were going to be new friends, but no they are very cruel people. I been dangling for a long while, and nothing but pain, and stress was flooding my mind. I was dangling between two trees, a rope tied around my ankle. I was in serious pain, I felt as my ankle and

Saxton gives me a strained look. “Your brother went missing and you never bothered to call his cell phone?” “No, I called him at least a dozen times. He never picked up.” I tell him. “So what about his cell phone then?” He asks. “Im not sure why I didn’t realize it before,” I begin to explain, dragging Saxton towards Beck’s room. “Beck never brings his phone to school. He always forgets it.” How I hadn’t thought of it before bewilders me. Maybe in the rush of it all, it had just slipped my mind.

A blaring alarm sounds and a young woman sighs. Her morning begins slowly; she drags herself around the bedroom. plucks her uniform off a hanger, and drudges to the washroom to brush her teeth. She leaves herself plenty of time to organize and compose herself before she drives to work at a nearby Starbucks. Upon arrival, she offers a cheerful greeting to her coworkers, which they return. Before she orders herself a drink, she hangs her green apron on a hook in the backdoor and places her

5 years had passed since the whole Jessica Feeney thing. We 've elected a new (real) president, I 've become better friends with Courtney, and I 'm finishing my last year at high school. I plan on going to college to be a general surgeon despite hearing all those stories from Jeff. Jeff was liar right? I mean, now that I 've finished 4 years of grueling high school I know the smart people words for what Jeff and my 7th grade class did to Jessica. It was social injustice, but mostly it was just flat

Nevaeh squints her eyes and looks passed me; I know she hasn’t heard a word I’ve said. I was used to this by now, though. She’s been like this the past couple months. “Have you gotten to talk to your mom lately?” I change the subject. “Huh?” Her eyes drift towards me lazily. She looks as if she had forgotten I was there. “No, not lately. My therapist says I need to spend more time working on myself and less time worrying about her.” I smile slightly and look at the ground. “Yeah…yeah she’s probably

“Yes, of course,” she replied. She rushed inside her home and came back holding a phone. She dialed 911 and she started talking I couldn’t hear what she was saying. She came back to the door, “The police should be here soon to take you,” she said. She allowed us to come in and sit on the couch while she did something. We sat there silent until we heard sirens. The police pulled in the woman’s driveway, she walked up to the door and the woman answered gesturing us to go with the police. I grabbed

Rachel leads with who she is and why she is calling, prior to asking if it's a good time to speak. (00:38) Rachel lets the client know that we want to make sure that he is getting answers. Acknowledges that he feedback was from a few days ago but she wanted to reach out to make sure that his concerns have been address. (00:58) Rachel asks the client if he was waiting for the CCS to call back. (3:28) Apologizes to the client about not hearing back from the TM and lets the client know that this

I, Cole Gutierrez, sit patiently in my chair as I wait for someone to answer my call. I have finished my homework and want to play video games with my friends. No one answers the call. Out of pure desperation I try again. I sit and listen to the all too familiar sound of a Skype call that probably won’t be answered. The call ends, and still the happy sound of the simple word hello had not graced my ears. Not willing to accept defeat I call once more. After three rings the ringing stops. I say

I was awoken by a violent rumbling. My work desk shook like a building during an earthquake and woke me up in the process. Not fully aware of what had caused the disturbance, my eyes darted around the dark room, eventually landing on the vibrating phone next to a large pile of rented textbooks and overdue novels. Picking up the phone, a familiar pair of brightly colored circles accompanied by dainty arrows met my gaze. I grunt, “A phone call.” I slide the green button to the left. A whisper escapes

In 2005, in Camarillo, California, a young by the name Carl Bryan stayed at his cousin’s house overnight. Bryan’s cousin’s girlfriend accidentally had taken Bryan vehicle keys to Los Angeles, California. Bryan and his cousin wake up early the next day to travel to Los Angeles, CA to pick up his keys. Bryan and his cousin returned to Camarillo to retrieve his vehicle and brother. The California Highway Patrol stopped Bryan for speeding and issued a traffic citation. Bryan began crying and moping

I drove all the way to Rachel’s house. Her house is in the middle of nowhere. If a zombie apocalypse happens I would go to her house. When I get there she is waiting for me. She was pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. She was happy I was there she decided that we need to go inside. She wants to start with an icebreaker so she asks me about Mr. Freeman. I tell her that he quiet his job and moved somewhere else. Then I told her that I still draw but I don’t have time for it. She then burst out

efore It was a late night at the club that She worked at. She had to walk home as her car was getting fixed. It was very late by the time She walked in the door to her apartment. It was fairly nice as her pay was pretty good. She kicked her heels off and shrugged off her long coat that hid her immodest clothing. She woke up to her phone ringing. she knew she slept through her alarms. “Hello” the woman said. “Sis can you pick us up” the woman's brother responded. “Why what’s up” she

Vernon Horn The year was 1999 in New Haven, Connecticut, Vernon Horn, a 17-year-old black male was convicted in 2000, and was exonerated in 2018; spending 70 years in prison. In the early morning of January 24, 1999, three armed men robbed a convenience store in New Haven. One of the robbers shot and killed a store customer; the store's co-owner was also shot but survived. Three witnesses identified Horn as being at the deli although, their identifications were questionable, there were at least

Knock, Knock, Knock “Hello anyone home it’s me Ruford”. “Hello Ruford”! Emily screamed while answering the door. “Emily is your father home or King I should say”? “Uhh yes, wait here. In the background you can hear Emily yelling in German for her dad. Papa, papa, papa where are you! “I am here Emily in the living room”. “Ruford is here with news on World War I dad” “Wait did you say World War I”! “Yes the Americans just joined the war and we are losing the war! The frontlines are running low on

It was a good thing that Sterling came and rescued me from the heavy fog of depression. I'd missed a lot of phone calls. Fourteen of them to be exact. Most of the messages were from folks from our church family. They left messages asking if I needed anything, or they were just calling to check on me. It was good to know that they cared and I smiled as I made a mental note while I cleared the audio from the answering machine. The last two messages were the most important. One was from granny's lawyer

Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne is a very controversial story. The story can be interpreted in a couple of different ways. This story is about a young man, Goodman Brown, who goes off one night into the woods, leaving his innocent wife, Faith, behind. To the reader, he does not identify a specific reason behind why he has to go this night and what exactly he is expecting to achieve by leaving into the woods. Although, it is easy to conclude that most likely the trip will take a dark toll

before.” “What is it dear, as Anthony trembled in his words.” “I told you my dad went to prison a few times but I never actually told you why”, “The reason he went prison was because he's……..a…….P-p-psychopath. “WHAT!??! ,Anthony screamed in horror. Why haven't you told me this before.” “He's dangerous and can't be trusted so

Everyone's culture is different, that's why the majority of people have different opinions on certain subjects. Even though everyone goes through different experiences, the way they were taught growing up effects how they will be in the future. One's culture has a very big impact on how they view others and the world. In the essay, "Ethic Hash" by Patricia J. Williams, She is explaining how people's culture affects the way they see others. She talks about how people stereotype because of one's

How is the horror genre element of foreshadowing shown in “The Black Cat”? The strongest example of foreshadowing comes in the form of the black and white cat, who not only is missing an eye like Pluto, reminding his narrator of his violent act; but his white mark on his chest changes shape to look like the gallows. This foreshadows the judgement that will ultimately find the narrator. The quote, “Yet, mad am I not- and very surely do I not dream. But tomorrow I die, and today I would unburthen my