Short Story About The Haunted House

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

Emmeric smelled smoke. He had been enjoying his barley porridge during his break with his younger sister, Emelnie, when he realized something was wrong. He rushed to look out the window of their small home to see where the smoke was coming from. His father’s crops were on fire! Emmeric told his sister to stay put while he went outside to find his father. That was when he saw a large, golden creature surveying the rest of the farm. Emmeric quickly realized that the beast was the cause of the fire. He recognized the scaly creature from stories told by merchant’s from out west. It was a Sunborne, the rarest dragon in Meplioca, Emmeric’s home

We couldn’t see anyone. Than we heard a banging on the back door. We ran down the steps and locked that one too. We were wondering if we should call the cops. We all grabbed something and opened up the back door. No one was there. We opened up the front door. No one was there.We raced around the house and locked everything. We waited for Johnny’s parents to come home, but decided not to say anything. Later that night we went out again and walked down to a pizza parlor. We saw the guy laying down on a park bench looking as dead as a doorknob. We freaked out, but then Brett saw his chest rise and fall. Johnny said “He must’ve passed out.” Brett, the daring one, poked him. He sat up and gasped. Brett stumbled backwards. It looked as if the guy had risen from the dead. “ The guy screamed, and screamed, and screamed. We were scared out of our wits. We all looked at each other with the “what-the-heck-are-we-going-to-do-now?” look. He got up extremely slowly, slower than a turtle and his face was as pale as a ghost, his breathing was so shallow you could barely tell he was breathing at all. His eyes darted around at all of us as soon as he stopped wobbling. His face had the look of confusion and

“4910 Blue Creek Road, Westerville, Ohio. The house next door was known to be haunted. I didn’t get why they were even bothering to sell the house. It was a worthless piece of junk anyway. It looked like it was barely standing. The yellow paint was slowly peeling off, and the windows were shattered. I looked away from the window. If I was going to do it, it was now. My parents were out, and my friends were there to witness it. I grabbed my flashlight and headed out. I walked up to the house, and looked back at the house behind me. In the window of the house behind me, I could barely see the outline of a pair of binoculars. Well, I hoped he was watching me. I pushed the door open and it let out a creak. I crept inside, into the living room. It was bare, and there was only one picture on there. A clown, grinning maniacally. Its face bleach white and its mouth crimson red, it stared directly at me.”

The time was 8:34 p.m. on a warm night Halloween night. The strong winds swayed the trees back and forth violently and the moon wasn’t out. It was clearly not typical to have this kind of weather in Maycomb this time of year. You can hear the animals make their noises as they prepare for nightfall. Scout and I were heading back home from the pageant at the high school. We walked through the bushes and trees until Scout stops us. She said that she had left her shoes and I told her to get them tomorrow. As we continued on our journey home, I had heard something in the woods. I wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly at first but I assumed it was Cecil since he was the one to try to scare us earlier that night. We continued to walk home. Suddenly,

I was getting annoyed and curious so I went to check and see what the hell it was. “Hello sister…” A voice said from behind me. “The hell?!” I said jumping from my current position and spinning around to see a figure about 5’4 in front of me. He was wearing a tee-shirt and sweat pants along with flip flops. It was dark so I couldn't make out his face but he looked young. His hair was short but a bit long. Maybe to his ears then going down to the back of his neck. “You hurt me…” The boy said as he gripped something in his hands. A knife maybe? No knives are somewhat curved and sharp. He was holding something small and long….a pen? “What are you doing in here?! Are you going to kill me?!” I demanded to know. “You don’t know who I am do you?” He said a grin popping on his face. “No!....Wait…..that voice.” It was familiar. Young but stern. Like a boy going through puberty. “I demand to know who you are!” I yelled. He looked up clutching his pen. He lifted it up and the lights turned on. I couldn't believe what I

The abandoned marsh house, just of the shore, was said to transform at night. It's foggy windows, and mildewed wood was already enought to repel most, but when a group of children from the local middleschool decided that their lives needed to be more adventurous, the house's secrets came out to play. That fateful night, the children would learn what real fear meant. They took the smallest boat off the dock and rowed across the cold marsh, to the house. The boat creaked and groaned as it slammed against the murky, green bedding the marsh house stood on. The door slammed open, almost as if inviting the children in. The half moon lit silve light on the steps before the door and not a single sound could be heard. Those children were never heard from again. The marsh house would retain its secrets for as long as time lasted.

It felt like bliss – being here like this, with my friends. We weren’t doing anything special, not really, only driving down the road that led to Mike Anderson’s house. Senior year had us all so miserable that I actually convinced myself to go to one of his parties without having to be forced.

It was 5:00 pm on Halloween night and Jeff and his friend Ben were in the town of Tombstone. They come to a stop at a stop light. A car had come to a stop behind them. Jeff had glanced at a human built like a bear, tall, big chubby. He had a fox mask on. Jeff turned to tell Ben about it, but Ben was gone. Jeff looked over to the sidewalk, and back to where Ben was, and the fox guy was in the car with his head slanted, and had a knife to Jeff’s throat.

A small room. Dozens of tables and GIRLS in frilly lingerie. GIs and locals vying for ladies’ affections.

For the first couple of minutes, Hannah was on cloud nine. Her whooping and hollering reverberated through the structure, drowning out anything Brittany could possibly say or do. In fact, her own ominous figure was quite lost on Hannah, who was reveling in the adrenaline of her first murder, and she was completely unaware of the possible distrust that such an image could sow. Even if she could’ve seen herself, drenched in the blood of the recently deceased waitress, she would have simply admired the gore that now adorned her white tank top.

The house had no wifi, and I had to share a bedroom with my sister. Our house was small enough that it could have been a garage for the house next door. Annoyed and ready for the beach, we headed outside, nearly crashing into an unknown someone. After we introduced ourselves to the person, we found that he was our neighbor, an older man named Ben, who had little wisps of white and grey hair at the top of his head. His feet were larger than bigfoot’s, and they had more hair on them than the amount on his head. He also had a stomach that looked as though it was holding triplets and was three weeks overdue. Ben happened to be renting us the small beach shack. His wife Janice had black hair that was slowly graying out and had a kind teacher’s personality. She was an entire foot shorter than Ben, but what she lacked for in height she made up for in sass. Although their son, Heath, was twelve years old and going into the seventh grade, he was smaller than my eight-year-old cousin. The boy was scrawny, lanky, and showed the clear character traits of an only child, such as the posh attitude he carried around with him and his defiance when being told what to do. Their dog, Pike, was a mix of the breeds beagle, corgi, and dachshund. He was cuter than all of the babies in the world put together. Covered in a light and dark brown coat with grey hairs appearing here and there, he walked slowly with his stomach

After a long time of walking, Hanzmo reached a populated town, a drastic change in scenery. Everything seemed gloomy and dark, just like the demon realm. Nobody there was very inviting, many people stared at him because of the hood on his head, and the addition of red eyes makes it worse. One kid even cried because of his appearance, and trying to reassure him didn't work. This place didn't seem as perfect as before, his vision had changed, drastically. This place didn't seem so perfect anymore. The look around came short, he was already tired already, it was time to rest. He found a place just to simply sit down and listen to the sounds of the night. The roaring of the vehicles and the sounds of the stray animals.

Frist let’s start with the houses, two houses in fact, one made out of straw and one made out of sticks. Both terribly built no structure, no proper design and the garden looked terrible, in fact it looked like a pig sty, see what I did there. But anyway as you now I have morning allergies and as soon as I walked up to that straw house and I snuffled and I sniffed and then came out a huge sneeze, it blew the whole house down and the same thing happened for the house made out of sticks. I couldn’t help myself I just couldn’t hold that sneeze back, and how is it my fault that I blew the house down isn’t a wolf allowed to sneeze and just think about it, it was a house made out of straw, so how could this possibly be my fault.

“Muhahahaha, with my Ghost Machine I can bring back the dead to haunt this world, once and for all!” Shouted Dr Raggu.