When I finally fell asleep I was running. To this day I do not know what from. Whatever it was it must have been the most terrifying thing ever to exist for I seemed to be running without trying to. It was as if I had almost no control over my body. I wished to see what I was running from so I tried to open my eyes. I don’t know what I was expecting to happen. Perhaps I thought that my body would not respond to my commands as it didn’t with the running. Therefore it was a surprise to me when at my first attempt to open my eyes they did. I so wish I hadn’t. What I saw still haunts me most nights. I know that it was worse than any horror story ever made. For that reason I have great difficulty in dictating what I saw on that dreadful night not just emotionally but for the fact that the words do not exist to express exactly what I saw but I will do my best. It was worse than any horror story ever made there was a thick liquid dripping down the walls that looked suspiciously like blood. And it was not just dripping; it was splattered over the walls as if someone had been brutally murdered there. There were scratches in the walls, like someone- no not just someone- but a child by the size of the marks-had literally worn their fingers down to the knuckles trying to escape, as if that was there only way to survive. It did not seem logical that they stopped there at the time for it looked then like there were miles and miles left before the end of that gruesome tunnel. But then my feet felt as if they were on fire. I looked down and I saw then why those poor unfortunate souls had stopped there. Nails two inches long at least, sticking up out of the floor, and the walls and the ceiling, but these nails were red hot. I mean you could actually see the words scratched lightly on the wall ‘turn back’ ‘this is your doom’ and little scratchy tally marks all over the top of hundreds of tiny little skeletons all stuck on the spikes like spoils of war. As I looked at the
most of us were little, we were afraid of the basement, right? You know, that room, in your house. The intense and shadowy room. Well when I was little, I wasn't afraid of the basement. I watched tons of horror movies, so the basement wasn't very scary to me...
I had a family once, my parents and a little sister. I was the oldest child. We bought a new house. That house had a authentic frightening basement. When I walked downstairs, the old wooden stairs would creek. There were spider webs all over….
Professor: Jay Michaels
June 1, 2015
One day, I was going to the gym with my friend and we were riding bicycles. Three blocks away from the gym, there were 4 big African American guys were standing and they were looking at us. We were just slowly riding our bicycle on the side walk and then those 4 guys came up to us and blocked our way. There were no people on the street except us. I knew why they stopped us, because my friend and I had an expensive….
I DO NOT BELIEVE IN GHOST IT WAS MY BELIEF WHEN I DID NOT EXPERIENCED THE TRUTH OF FOREST ARDEN.THAT DAY WAS LONG ENOUGH AS WE WERE TRAVELLING DUN .THE ATMOSPHERE OF DUN WAS CHILLY COLD BUT STILL QUIT WARM IN BUS. MY FRIENDS WERE BUSY CHATTING AMONG THEMSELVES ABOUT THERE LIKES AND DISLIKES.I WAS INTERESTED ABOUT FOREST AS IT SEEMED THAT THEY ARE SYMBOLIZING SOMETHING . I AND MY FRIENDS REACHED HOTEL AND WENT TOWARDS ROOM.WE ALL WERE TRIED SO WE SLEPT ALL NIGHT.Mad Henry was a hermit who lived….
When she opened the door, she immediately knew there was someone in her house. She asked “Is there someone?”, but no one answered, so she went to the kitchen and started making supper. While she was chopping tomatoes, she heard knocking upstairs. The knife fell out from her hand. She picked it up with shaking and went to the stairs. The noise was going from bathroom in the end of the hall. She turned on the lights and went straight on, holding the raised knife. The door was ajar. She was very frightened….
A married couple were going out for the evening and called in a teenage babysitter to take care of their three children. When she arrived they told her they probably wouldn't be back until late, and that the kids were already asleep so she needn't disturb them.
The babysitter starts doing her homework while awaiting a call from her boyfriend. After awhile the phone rings. She answers it, but hears no one on the other end — just silence, then whoever it is hangs up. After a few more minutes the….
Personally, I am a big proponent of students being active or in fact hyper active in co-curricular activities. In my personal opinion, there is a lot of value to gain from being active in such activities.
A lot of soft skills would be able to be obtained through such involvements. You would be mingling with others (outside of classroom setting), so you get some interactions. There will be some skill sets learning as well, depending on type of clubs/societies etc.
For those uniformed….
On a dark and stormy night Shelby is traveling down Route 44, and then taking Route 40 heading home. Shelby has been in college, she finally gets the summer to go home and be with her family for a few months till college starts up again. Shelby hasn’t been home in almost a year, she hasn’t seen her brother either. Shelby is bringing home her boyfriend, to stay with her till they leave again. Shelby’s boyfriends name is Jeff. Shelby is traveling down Route 44, as she is driving this bizarre driver….
The Old Abandoned House
It seemed like an ordinary day. Everything seemed to be going well, but little did I know something terrible was going to happen. I gazed through window which seemed to me that it was going to be a bright, sunny day. As hours passed, it got darker, cloudier, and windy. It was my parent’s anniversary that day. They went to go to dinner around 6pm and left me home with the babysitter. I hated my babysitter with every ounce of my being. She puts on a fake smile and pretends….
Normal day at school, walking home listening to music you could feel the breeze going through your hair. Sun light shining into your eyes made it hard to concentrate on where you’re going but you could manage. However the afternoon didn’t seem normal at all. While taking a shortcut home, turning and walking through an alleyway you could see drops of red liquid leading into a circled shaped red puddle. The emotions and feelings going through my head were mixed. I didn’t know what to do, “Is….
What makes a good scary story? A good scary story is only good if it’s based on something that happened in reality and could happen to anybody. My story is something similar to that. Now that I look back at it, maybe it was just the sugar rush I had from the Surge soft drink. It had my blood pumping and my heart beat was racing. I haven’t been back to those woods since that day; however, there was still a part of me that wondered if what I saw was there in reality and not just my imagination. Either….