A Scary Story Essay

Scary Story Lisa ran across the woods as she heard those terrifying noises that brought back the haunting memories. It's like she was living the moment again. Her eyes were filled with tears, running down her face. She hid behind a tree hoping nobody would hear her sob and come looking for her. She was terrified of her father and all the abuse she took as a child. She was frightened of anyone who tried approaching her. After a while of being alone on the woods she decided to go back to the family gathering they were having. As she was getting closer she saw a man standing outside, peeking inside the window... he was wearing a face mask and all black. She was even more horrified. She decided to go back into the woods and call someone to help

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Scary Story I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be...show more content...

I took a glance around and found myself looking right into a pair of dark, glassy eyes peering at me through the bushes. I knew I was not seeing things at that moment. Were those the evil eyes of a goblin lurking waiting for it's next meal? My breath became too rapid for me to be able to whistle. I took a big gulp and decided to step on it and quicken my pace. I would never get home at this rate. The same moment I decided to quicken my speed, a deer burst through the night. I screamed, stumbled and hit the ground with a loud thump. I sat on the moist ground for a moment to try to recover but my heart began to throb as if it was beating within my throat. It was just a deer I told myself, I had to be brave. Trying to get myself together I began to feel this hot puffs of air on the back of my neck. "It's the goblin!" I screamed as I rapidly rose to my feet. My head spun like an owl as I went to look for what was behind me. I looked to the ground and discovered a little white dog. "You scared me to death little guy. What is a cute little puppy like you doing in a dense forest like this?" I said to him. I was relieved it was only a dog instead of the ghastly goblin, but I only made it half–way home by then. As I proceeded on the white little dog followed me. I felt more at ease now that I had him following me but he would not be considered much of a watch dog to most

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Scary Story By: Brady Kaskey Date: 11/11/15 Period:1/2 John, who had brownish–black hair and blue eyes, was walking to school. He passed an old mansion every time. John and his friends were going to enter it after school today. After school, John met up with his friends. Chester, who had yellow hair and brown eyes, was hardly scared of anything unlike John. Rob had yellow hair like Chester, but was a slight bit darker. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, just like he does every day. Rob was a scaredy cat and was more scared of haunted houses than John. Ben, who was afraid of nothing, had dark black, curly hair. Lastly Flora, John hated her, but the rest of the group liked her. She had brownish–black hair like John. Her eyes were brown....show more content... He had dark–brown hair. His eyes were dark and looked crazy. He looked like he was about 36 years old. In his right hand, he had a huge knife. John was scared to death. They all screamed. Now they knew that this was not a prank. The mysterious man said, "I will find you all." They all ran into a room. It smelled old, like it was rotting. Lightning hit again, and they saw they were in a bathroom. Chester said, "No one make a sound, until we know the coast is clear." Then, they all heard a voice that seemed to be everywhere saying, "You can't hide forever." They all went into the shower to hide. Next, they felt something dripping from the shower. At first they thought it was water, but suddenly they realized it was not water. It was blood! Rob was the first to scream. They all ran out of the bathroom, but Chester fell because he couldn't see anything. John yelled, "We need to help Chester!" But when he turned around, he saw the mysterious man standing over Chester stabbing him over and over again. John screamed, then Flora and Rob turned around and saw what John was seeing. Chester was John's best friend. Rob had to pull him away. The man looked up and said, "You're next." That made John start running. Once they got away, Flora said, "We have to get out of here." Rob was in a corner holding his knees crying. They all heard children laughing. It was

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Scary Night – Original Writing

I was now ready to depart after the party, exiting my Cousin's house. It was a Halloween party. It was a lot of fun; to be honest the party seemed to be quite good. It was suppose to be scary, but now that I come to see it does not compare to how I felt later on during the night. You see the difference is looking at all the story I have heard about Halloween, this one that I have experienced seems a lot more realistic and frightening. I had no choice but to walk home by myself, because of the complicated story my mom told me (which of course I was not listening to).

The night was dark, gloomy, dusky, and silent. So basically these were not the conditions that I...show more content... Then he smiled and started walking in front of me really fast. Then he disappeared into the dusk. All the park lights were off and there was nobody else around. Again I heard another sound of footsteps. They became louder and louder which gave me the idea of someone coming closer. I stopped. I looked back. I saw no one. I heard nothing. there. There was a shadow lurking behind a car. At first glance I thought it was a cat then I looked again and I thought it was far too big to be a cat. A shiver of fear ran up my spine. I thought that it could be a mugger, or even a murderer! Where ever I went I could still hear the footsteps. I began to walk faster to get away from the noise of the footsteps.

All the street lamps were broken with the exception of one, a few seconds later even that street lamp went off. The only thing that could be seen was the moon, it was shinning brightly. I was taking a lot of different routes just to get away "from the thing", but where ever I went I couldn't escape it. I heard a car alarm and looked around in horror. I started to run. The footsteps had stopped. I slowed down again thinking what it could be. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept looking around making sure nothing was there. Every time I heard something my heart beat increased.

I had reached the cemetery. I could hear dogs barking. I looked

High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense haunted house he didn't dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor, with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was gold, and he had...show more content...

This fellow looked fellow looked a bit to fearless for the wizard's liking.

That night, Titan stepped through the rusty gates, as he did the surroundings seemed to change. The air became misty all of a sudden. The weather became cold and when he looked towards the trees, it looked as if they were alive. He turned his concentration away from the trees, which did not freak him at all, and continued his journey up the hill towards the house. Without hesitating, he unlocked the door and went in, as he went in the silent still sinister house, the door slammed shut behind him slowly the gloomy light started fading. A butler appeared from nowhere, he was holding his head under his arms like a ball in his hands. "Jeeves at your service, sir," he said, creepily. "Follow me." "Thank you, my good man," said Titan excitingly, handing him his coat and following him up the creaking staircase without blinking an eye. Ancient portraits followed him with their eyes like human eyes. Titan winked at them as he passed expressing his bravery. An empty suit of armour waved at him. Titan waved back. "Good evening," he said. Jeeves led him on down a murky passage. A heavy door creaked open and they entered a dark bedroom, with a tattered four poster bed. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and a thick layer of dust covered the furniture. Titan opened the wardrobe and a skeleton came Get more content

What Is A Scary-Camping Story?

The first thing that needed to be established in the process of making this skit was deciding what story we wanted to create. Taylor Eickhoff coined the idea of a "scary camping story". From there, the group went in the direction of a comedy, poking fun at the clichГ©s found in typical scary movies. We employed a heavy use of stereotypes in our characters through their names lines, costumes, and mannerisms. This was done not only to quickly introduce and establish the characters in a short period of time, but to mock the typical format of many scary movies. We decided to use a ditsy blonde girl named Tiffany who was my character, a nerdy girl named Qwen played by Brianna Bayens, a "bad" girl named scarlet played by Azaria Hunt, and your typical

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On a cold fall evening in the town of Dankfurt, Alaska with a small population of 73. There was a boy named Derek. Derek was just an ordinary boy who attended the school of Winterfield which was 10 miles away. He did this because his town had no school along with two other friends. Every morning he and his friends would wake up at five–thirty to walk to school. Because of the Alaskantime zones it was dark during the day and light at night. On their walk they would pass one house and one house only which was in the heart of the woods. It was a dark brown house with white curtains. The house was very old and looked to be falling apart. They assumed it was abandoned and thought nothing of it. But every time Derek walked passed he would get a minor headache not even recognizing...show more content... Many of the football players would hit or choke them for it. The boys could do nothing they were scrawny and weak except for Joe he was fat. Joe stood up to the biggest kid this time saying "Buzz of man." They replied with "In your dreams twinkie." Joe attacked him with "well that is why the football team sucks!" "screw you man" said the bully and walked away. After their hellish days at school the boys would head to the drama club. This is where they all fit in and thoroughly enjoyed attending the meetings. They were at these meetings until six–thirty or sunrise in Alaska at the time.

The boys would stroll home and get back at about ten o'clock. They would do the same thing every day. Early one morning Derek's power went out and his alarm clock did not go off. The other boys waited for him but he did not show up so they assumed he was sick and left without him. A few hours later he woke up and realized he was late. He threw on his clothes and bolted out the door. Because of Alaska'stime zone it was pitch dark when he started his journey. But he carried on his journey just like any

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Scary Story By: Morgan Moser 7th grade Long time ago way back when, in the little town of Lime Springs, stood an old creaking building. They used to grind wheat and flour, and they would split wood. They also made electricity. One day this older boy who was very intelligent, found a way to get into the mill and not leave any trace. He scattered around all over, in every room and he really liked the electricity room. This one boy whore ripped up jeans and a old ripped up flannel shirt. This older boy had dried dirt on his face, scratches all over, and blood stains. This older boy found the materials to make the electricity. He was messing around with the red and black long wires, and then he touched the blue one. He was there for a while and then, a worker came in and was just checking around, and she saw the older boy. She grabbed an old rusty shovel and hit the older boy right in the head with it. The boy was unconnected with blood running down his neck and back. He then died...show more content... Some were loud and some were quite but everyone could here them. They were all getting worried and then the lights were flickering on and off. They all ran to the electricity room and no one was there. Obviously something was there... They all went back to work thinking everything would be alright, and then someone screamed in fright and there it was a person who looked familiar. It was the guy who was killed when he was messing around with the electricity. At this point you could see the body, and you could do nothing about it. The ghost was doing nothing and the workers all went back to work. A worker was grinding wheat, another was researching how to make long lasting electricity, and another was working in the jail. The ghost was still by the grinder with then man. The man said to the ghost "can you please get a" then the grinder turned on and that was the last word you heard from the

"Uncle Chuzube, uncle Chuzube can you tell us a scary story," the five children in the room said in unision. "Alright, alright kids I'll tell you one scary story then bedtime, okay?" Uncle Chuzube said. "Hooray," the children cried. "Before we start this is may or may not be a true story so don't think this is fake let us start. One day on a snowy night when I used to work at KFC as a manager there were five kids in the establishment, one of the teenagers named was Zack he sat with his twin brother Jack at one of the tables. Another teenager was named Britney and her best friend Sarah, the last teenager was named George. The lights started to flicker but I didn't think it someone was doing it I thought it was because of the snow so I...show more content...

Britney is the first to speak and says, "What do you want with us, I'm pretty sure the cops will find us so you may as well release us now." "A hello would've been nice or good morning. Well anyways my name is Ruth Smith and we are going to play a game some may die and most likely one will live." Okay I'll be going now, in five minutes your ropes will dissolve and in ten minutes a table will come up with a dice and instructions, now have fun." Like Ruth said in the next fifteen minutes their ropes fell off and a table came up with instructions and a dice. The instructions said use the dice to move forward and search for the key to get out. "Hmm thats seems simple enough we just have to search for the key," Sarah says. George then takes the dice and puts it in his pocket, but once he put the dice in his pocket they fell through the floor "AAAHH," the teenagers cry in unison. Once we landed we landed on a soft cushion. "Where is Sarah, not again," Britney cries. "We just gotta keep moving we most likely find her eventually," George says. They started walking in the hallway. Once they made it to the end they pondered on how to keep going. "Wait aren't we supposed to use the dice to keep moving," Zack said. "Yeah let's use the dice," Jack says. George took the dice out his pocket and put it against the wall. The wall then started opening but once they walked in the saw something they wished they didn't see. Sarah was tied

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Personal Narrative: A Horror/Suspense Story

Here I am, fingers poised above my keyboard, a soft melody in the back ground plays through some old speakers, and a blank document is pulled up in front of me. For my English class, I was asked to write a horror/suspense story. But, in all honesty, I can't focus or come up with anything good enough. I haven't had a very scary life to base my essay off of, and I doubt a short story about the time I failed a paper would count. Outside, the bright moon light trickles into my room, and a soft breeze flows in through the partially open window. Sighing, I concentrate on the screen, thinking about a somewhat horrifying story that won't lull my readers to sleep.

"Emma honey, can you come here for a second?" My mothers soft voice calls from the downstairs kitchen. I grudgingly pull myself from the plush office chair, and stroll out into the light less hallway. Out of nowhere a forceful grip strikes out, engulfing my upper arm. My eyes widen with fear, but before I can chirp out in surprise, a soft hand is placed across my month, promptly silencing my shrike. In a fit of desperation I spin around to lock eyes with my mom, her expression spikes my heart beat once again, the obvious fear radiates off of her.

Before I get the chance to speak, she blurts out in a hurry "I heard that too."

"But that's impossible, it was your voice."...show more content...

My eyebrows draw in tight as I see the colorful feathers scattered around the ground, I look back towards my mother, but she looks as confused as I feel. We continue to push on, scanning every inch of the house for a threat. As if it wasn't scary enough the first time, another scream screeches throughout the house. I come to a sudden stop, my eyes frantically searching for answers. With no cure to my racing heart beat, I continue on, slightly dragging my hand on the wall for support. More feathers cover the wood floors, almost coming across as a colorful

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English Horror Story – Original Writing

I was driving for about three hours when I realised I had taken the wrong turning and was hopelessly lost. I pulled over to the side and found my mobile phone in order to phone for help. Surprisingly, the battery had run completely low and I began to feel a sense of panic as it was rapidly becoming darker. In the distance, I saw the outline of a house and I thought that I could detect smoke coming out of the chimney. I decided that I had no option but to make my way to the house and ask for directions and for the use of the telephone as my family would be getting worried about me.

I drove to the house which was completely isolated and as I pulled up...show more content... But nevertheless, I moved closer and I realised that it was only the door knocker. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I could hear the scuffling of shoes as if a person was rushing about inside, making me wonder whether these people were trying to hide something. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened, and on the other side stood an old tiredman in what seemed to be a butler's uniform. However, the old man did not look like a regular butler as he was quite plump and seemed to waddle instead of walk. He gestured for me to come in and to follow him. He waddled into the living room where a younger man sat, smoking a pipe. The younger man looked up at me, and startled me by his left glass eye, which seemed to be constantly staring at me.

"Ah, hello my friend. What brings you here on this night of the full moon?" The young man asked with the glass eye still staring intently. "Oh, and please do keep your voice down. My son is already asleep upstairs."

"I'm sorry to disturb you at this time of night, but I am lost and my car has broken down. I was wondering if it would be possible to use your telephone; that is if it's not too much trouble."

"I'm afraid to say that the storm earlier on has cut all the telephone lines in the area. However, if you wish, I have a spare bedroom

"Let's go. Would you walk faster please, I'm really excited."

"No Vernon. Could you calm down we go there every year."

"I know Jimin, but I heard this year is going to be big, espectacular"

"I know, Charles told me that Henry went all out this year."

"Yes. Did you hear anything from Mark, Jackson, and Kris?"

"They are still not going. Mark and Jackson have a competition somewhere and Kris is leaving the country for two weeks, also it is not like they are missing much."

"You are such a killjoy."

They came to a stop in front of a tall gate. Vernon stopped to admire the beautiful gate, but Jimin urged him to walk forward since they still had a long trail to Henry's house. "I do not really enjoy Halloween. It is fun and all, but I just don't get scared like everyone...show more content... Help me bring out the snacks."

They headed to the kitchen. Jimin could swear that Henry's house way too big for a family of three. The group began their Halloween movie marathon. They made jokes, laughed, screamed, and groaned every time Jay yelled trying to scare them. Halfway through the second movie Henry took a mattress out for the floor sitters, and since Jimin had already seen the movie he unintentionally napped throughout it. The chatter, the yelps and surprised squeaks at every jumpscare, made it easier for him to be lulled into sleep. When their third movie ended, they all got up to stretch, and move around a little bit. Meanwhile Henry loaded the fourth movie on his computer. Three of them went off to the kitchen to get more snacks, and drinks. The younger one, Gus began whining about his back so Jimin helped him stretch.

Charles tried to move the chair he was sitting on, when he saw some movement out of the windows, he stopped and stared off into the darkness. He would never admit it, but his heartbeat accelerated a bit.

"Guys, I... think i saw something or someone outside."

"Maybe it was an animal. Are you already scared?" Gus said, teasing the

Have you ever been scared? So scared that you felt that your heart might stop any moment. A feeling so intense that you wished that you never have to experience it again. I am not someone who possesses a weak heart. I have always considered myself a brave and calm individual. But I guess there is a point in life when even the bravest of hearts are tested to their limits. This is no different. It was May 3rd, 2007 just another day. I had classes in the morning. As it was a Thursday, I stayed back and spent some time with my friends after school. We had chicken broast for lunch at Helvatia and then we left to our respective homes. It was early summer. So I went to sleep after a shower and didn't wake up till 9 p.m. My Parents were leaving...show more content...

After ten more minutes the knocking started again. And then it got louder and louder until the door started shaking. Esha looked startled. I wasn't moving from my chair either. We looked at each other and finally realized that both of us were not lying to

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It took weeks of convincing and reassuring that everything was going to be just fine before I budged. I did not agree because I suddenly was not scared, I felt guilty that we would not go on my accord. So here I was, hours away from hopping on the thing I promised myself I would never get on.I closed my eyes and to my surprise fell asleep. I was asleep for what felt like all of five minutes.I was woke up by a distant car horn, I looked ahead and saw the blurry light turned from red to green, we hung a left. I read the big blue print on the concrete sign," Roanoke Airport," We were finally here. I heard a low roar that seemed distant, but it grew louder with the passing seconds.Then a huge plane soared over top of us! The fear gather back inside

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They told him the house was haunted. They told him the house was strange. Five families had moved in, and never made it out. Alive anyway. He had already survived two days with his family. His second night in his new home, what could possibly happen?

A whispered name.

The boy stirs in his sleep. A pale, vaporous moon lights the room. Shadows are deep. He twists his head, turning towards the window so that his face becomes a soft mask, unblemished, colourless. But the boy's dream is troubled; beneath his lids, his eyes dart to and fro.

The whispered name: 'Daniel....'

Its sound is distant.

The boy frowns; yet the voice is within his own slumber, a...show more content... He stands at the door, as if fearing to touch. But he is puzzled. More– he is curious. He twists the handle, the metal's coldness leaping along his arm like iced energy released from a source. The shock is mild against the damp chill of his own body. He pulls the door open and the darkness beyond is more dense; it seems to swell into the bedroom, a waxing shadow. He shrinks away, reluctant to allow contact with this fresh darkness. His vision adjusts, and the inkiness scatters as if weakened by its own sudden growth. He advances again, passing through the doorway to stand shivering on the landing overlooking the staircase. To descend this would be like sinking into the blackest of all pits, for darkness down there appears final.

Still the hushed whisper urges:

'...Daniel...'

He listens for a moment more, perhaps wishing that the minor voice would also rouse his sleeping parents. There is no sound from their room; grief has exhausted their bodies as well as their spirit. He stares into the centre of the darkness below, terribly compelled to descend.

The fingers of one hand slide against the wall, as he does so, their tips rippling over the textured wall paper. Disbelief mingles with the fascination and the fear. Small lights– caught from who knows where? At the foot of

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The Landlady: A Horror Story

Can you really identify what a horror story is? A horror story does not have to have a vampire, or a zombie, or any supernatural being to be classified as horror. The Landlady is a horror story because it is suspenseful, it has elements of the supernatural, and the setting is scary. During the beginning of the story, the setting was scary, but as the story went on it got cheerier. As the book stated, the neighborhood that Billy was walking through was run down. Buildings had paint chipping off the sides, and it was dark. Overall, that is not a very warm feeling to have while strolling through a neighborhood. However, when Billy arrived at the woman's house, suddenly the scene changed. Upon walking through the front door, Billy saw flowers...show more content...

Billy notices in the guest book that there has not been a guest at the inn for over two years. Automatically, Billy starts to question if he should stay; however he, ends up disregarding it. This is suspense because, at most hotels and inns, there is usually more the one guest staying at a time. While this is just a bed and breakfast, and there could only be one guest there, it is quite odd for two years to go by without any guests. Then, Billy had a second thought. He had recognized those names stated in the guest book. He had thought he may have seen there names before, possibly a newspaper or something. The second Billy brought this up in conversation, the old women ignored him and, the topic was not brought up again. It is also odd for the women to not say a thing about the previous guests. At the beginning of the story, Billy strolls through a run down neighborhood. After that he finds this Bed and Breakfast. As Billy is walking up to the house, he gets this strange feeling of doubt. This odd feeling was almost preventing him from wanting to go inside the bed and breakfast. Billy almost turned around and headed back toward the hotel he was heading to. However, he ended up ignoring this, and headed on in to the bed and breakfast. When reading a horror story, don't look just for a scary supernatural being. Instead, look for the characteristics of the suspense, the setting, and elements

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Scars. According to Webster's Dictionary, a mark left on skin after the healing of a wound. Now a scar doesn't have to be physical, it could very well be a mental scar. To me a scar tells you were you have been and leaves the memory of how you got there or how you recovered from it. I recently talked to a friend of mine, Ashley and asked her to tell me the story of each and every one of her scars. It turns out she didn't have many physical scars one on her left elbow and one on her right eyebrow. The scar on her eyebrow was from the time her family went to Sacramento for a weekend and she was playing with her Barbie RV. She was running alongside it as it rolled under the hotel suites coffee table, she hit her head as she was trying to reach for her beloved possession. The night ended in tears, blood and eight stitches. She was only three. The scar and her elbow was from the time the church went on a picnic at a local college and she had brought her bike to ride down the hills. She eventually fell off her bike and scraped her elbow pretty bad, it turned into a scar. She was 10....show more content...

It was the mental scars that told a true story of a journey she would have rather not taken, but was necessary.

At the age of 8 she was an outsider in her small class of 18 kids. Kids, who have known each other since pre–school. Kids who didn't think before they used their words. Words that ultimately felt like bullets when said to make everyone laugh. At the age of 12 she had image issues, she would scratch and claw at the parts of her body that she hated, until blood vessels would come up to the surface. No matter the weather she would wear sweat shirts because she was uncomfortable with her body. At 14 she started cutting her self with her shaver, just enough so that it wouldn't scar her

My Worst Nightmare Essay example

My Worst Nightmare The howling wind rattled the windowpanes in the bitter, damp night outside. I twisted and turned under my thin covers. My teeth chattered in the chilly air around me. I couldn't sleep. My sweat dripped down my forehead and my heart was thumping hard at my chest. I was always afraid of the dark and I still am. But this was the first time I had slept alone in a hollow, ominous and shadowy room with no wallpaper. Instead of a carpet, there were filthy floorboards that creaked and moaned. There was also a wardrobe that I had never opened before because we had only moved in this huge house yesterday. I...show more content...

He was wearing a silky, black coat but it was too long for him that it trailed down the floor. He was also wearing a golfers hat. The man turned his head towards me and smiled. My eyes were wide with terror and fear and for a moment I thought my whole body was going to collapse.

" You must be Drake, are you not?" Said the man cheerfully.

" I am," I said slowly, my voice cracking with fear.

" Do you know who I am," said the man, sitting comfortably on the couch as he spoke.

" N–no," I stumbled.

" I am your fairy godfather," the man pronounced proudly. "And this is Wellard, my transformer."

" You're what?" I blurted out.

" My transformer," repeated the man. "Look, I'll show you." The man stood up and began to bark at thedog and in an instant it turned into a mouse trotting on the carpet.

I was shaking like a jelly. What the hec is going on, I thought.

" Transform back, Wellard," the man shouted. Wellard turned back into a dog.

" Very useful you know," said the man." Now let's get to business shall we. Well Drake, I've come here to warn you about something." His voice was slow and very serious now. "The great witch Sathia will visit you when the clock strikes one. I want you to know that this grand house once belonged to her. She gets furious if anyone else lives here. For many years,

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Over the course of my life, I have encountered many eerie locations that have given me the chills. Despite all those fearful situations, only three places have ever successfully handicapped my lungs from providing oxygen to my heart. I could not begin to predict the events that would occur when I decided to visit a jail hostel, a cemetery, or a cellar. Until these visits, I have never been frozen from head to toe, unable to conduct a move. My previous hair raising experiences are practically nonexistent compared to my journey to The Ottawa Jail Hostel, the Garden Cemetery, or a friend's basement cellar. To begin, the first place that is soon going to put goose bumps on my skin is the Ottawa Jail Hostel. In order to reach the hostel I...show more content...

My curiosity leads me closer and I soon find myself inside the hostel. Once inside, the scene of a hotel lobby jumps into view, although everything is beaten down as if a pack of wolves ran through. To my left, a few broken remains of the front desk lay scattered on the floor. Now, this decrepit structure sits upside down in the corner of the room. I slowly creep into the next room which leads to a stairway. Immediately, I want to explore the upper level. Suddenly, I see a strange shadow appearing from the corner of my eye. A loud crash leads me to believe the figure is in the lobby. Goosebumps appear on my neck and arms as a harsh wind blows through an open window. I scream as I run back out of the building. Panting and confused, I try to retrieve myself from a frightened state and gain control of my body once again. Therefore, the first frightening experience I have ever encountered happened at the Ottawa Jail Hostel. The second stop on my haunted journey, is to Garden Cemetery. To reach the cemetery, I start to walk through a spooky forest. This forest contains vast wisps of dead grass, fragile to a single touch. Occasional gusts of wind forces these stands of death to dance and rustle against each other. Tall trees lean in all different directions, with leaves no longer clinging to their branches. These dormant structures lurch over my body, trying to hold me captive in their distorted arms. As a result, I quicken my pace and my breath

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Scary Short Story What if you went to a haunted house but, you figured the "decorations" were not fake decorations? The night before Halloween, My friends and I had a sleepover so we could plan our outfits,and go to the store and get stuff we wanted. So, Kylie's mom took us to school the next day. After school, her mom picked us up again. We all went to her house, her mom had to go back to work. She told us to be careful and that we could to Trick Or Treating BUT, we could not go in someone's houses IF we did not know them! We went and we went all around town just walking and not stopping at every house just walking and talking. We saw this one house that had amazing "decorations"! We went to it and rang the doorbell. A guy answered the door, Get