Creative Writing: Haunting ! By Jessica Baker

You can hear the crunching under your feet in the crisp October air. It's Halloween and you're not out with the rest, you wanted to take a detour to a party and no one wanted to go with you so you decided to go alone. It's hair raising, being alone on a night like this and feeling so vulnerable to any persons or creature in this dark wonderland. The fog is like a blanket covering the ground and you can't see anything below your shins, you feel your skin crawling as you hear more crunching but it's not coming from your own two feet. You pause and look around, seeing nothing and your heart begins to race although you don't start to run yet because you think it's just your mind playing tricks on you. Eyes peeled, you continue your way through

Tizio brought Painted Girl home after a long day of work. There was an odd car in the driveway. Painted Girl got out of Tizio’s truck and waved goodbye to him. She made her way up the walkway, pausing to look at the plain stoop. Beige siding, railing and door, the only color change was from the off-white concrete. She made mental plans for the entrance but wondered about the spiffy new Land Rover in the drive. She sighed. She hoped that Sarah had followed the plans for the house. It was written down in clear English, all she had to do was follow directions. She continued to hesitate worried that the house would be chaotic. She wanted to be home for Christmas. She reached for the door handle but it was jerked out of her hands and she

Maela hadn’t spent two minutes in the the tunnel to freedom when she had strongly considered turning back. Each stop brought her closer to otherworldly wailing that got louder with each step.

Corbin sat in the borrowed interrogation room across from Alexandrov. The FBI was being very accommodating, especially since they were the ones that would be able to take the credit for the arrest. Depending on what TV show you liked to watch, the FBI interrogation room looked just like that. Plain white walls with a metal table bolted to the floor. Alexandrov sat across from him, his handcuffs clipped into a hook on the table. His reflection in the mirror behind Corbin’s head. Multiple red lights from cameras glowed from different corners of the room. Recording every word, every facial movement, and every flick of the eye.

Wes was exhausted. It was Monday morning, an no amount of coffee could help him at this point, he was a lost cause. He had gotten about half an hour of sleep the night before while doing more ghost research. He had only slept at all because he tripped over a few art supplies left over from when he was making his charts, and decided that the floor was somewhat comfortable and it was worth too much effort to get up. His father found him in the morning, choosing to ignore the creepy pictures of both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom tacked to the wall. Thankfully, all Walter said was to clean his room as soon as possible, because frankly, his room was a complete mess. Everything from sharpies and bottles of superglue to cassette tapes about ghosts

One day there was a babysitter named john and 5 baby’s and their names where john Jr. bob, frank at 12 o'clock the phone RANG and the girl said “hello” but no one said anything and when I looked outside I seen a girl looking at me and John said who are u get off my property and the girl said nothing.

Kaitlyn loves her dog Ash so much because he’s her best friend. This was one of the most beautiful mornings she had seen in Centerville Ohio, the sun was shining through she looked outside her window and there were multi colored leaves covering her yard:red, yellow, green, and purple. She could feel a cool and gentle breeze blowing in through her window. She was in a very good mood now especially when she smelled her favorite breakfast coming from downstairs bacon, eggs, grits, waffles, oranges, and fresh squeezed orange juice. After she finished the delicious breakfast her mom prepared for her she decided to take Ash for a walk and along the way saw her friend

“I can’t wait for the haunted house adventure in the old mansion near 13 main street!” said Sadie. “I bet it's going to be fun,” said Carter “ But good thing we found this old cabin to stay in while we wait for the rain storm to pass,” said Amos. “I wonder who lives here and why does it smell like dead meat.” voiced Carter. “Who cares who about I just want to know what the owner going to think when he sees three teenagers in his

You heard about me in hushed folk tales and Creepypasta I'm the original, though there are a few lame imposters. Do you know who I am? Yes, I think you ought to.

Dressed in her plaid apron, Amelia swipes her hands across the pockets before rushing out to greet me. “Ivy! It’s so good to see you, honey.” Her motherly glance sweeps me from head to toe. “Look at you, getting prettier by the day! And, you’re just in time for dinner.” Amelia’s golden curls graze my shoulders as she draws me in for a tight hug. Obviously, you didn’t have to look very far for the source of Harry’s curls or Niall’s color.

When I looked across the bare street the man with the cigar was nowhere to be seen. I was by myself, with two animals that could possibly be injured within the next couple of seconds. To my relief, Mayson let go of the dog. As soon as she let the dog free it snapped at her front right paw. I quickly yelled “Mayson!” in hopes of stopping her from focusing all of her attention onto the small dog. At this moment, I thought that I had escaped the possible ridicule of my neighbors but the same odious thoughts began flooding my head again. Once Mayson looked up at me the Chihuahua began yapping and heading towards me as its next target. Mayson quickly picked up the small dog again and began to shake it faster because the dog had crossed the line. Once Mayson did this, I was certain that it would be the last of the obnoxious dog’s days. However, she released it again and gave it a third chance. Thus, the dog ended up barking once and storming back to its owner that was now standing in front of his lawn. I cringed at the sight of him just standing there while I had to deal with Tom and Jerry because

Juli Baker loved Bryce when she first saw him. All through fifth grade Juli would chase Bryce around the school. In seventh-grade she learned how to control herself, but she sat right behind Bryce and would smell his watermelon scented hair. Finally in eighth grade Juli looked beyond the surface, and she saw who Bryce really was than just his beautiful blue eyes. Juli didn't really know Bryce. Until I went to deliver eggs to Bryce from my science fair project. I saw him throw out my eggs, my perfect eggs. Bryce has been doing this for 1 year. I realised he was a coward and my feelings for him disappeared. Until the Basketboy auction, Bryce was number 9 on the list. Even though I though my feeling were gone, I had to bet on hom or else Shelly

John felt alone. He had felt alone for the last three years. Lestrade had attempted to keep their friendship as it had been. They had gone to pubs and drank a few pints for the first months. Then it became obvious that John wasn't actually trying to heal. Lestrade stopped trying to force him, and now he only checked up every other week. Mrs. Hudson hadn't quite given up on John, but she understood that he needed space. John had broken Anderson's nose when he tried to say something about Sherlock in front of him. Surprisingly, Sally Donavan had let him and spit in Anderson's face afterwards. Mycroft visited once to say he was 'so terribly sorry'. John had shot the politician in the shoulder, but Mycroft had refused to press charges and made

“Makuahine,” I cry, tugging on my mother’s skirt hem. A storm is coming and Makaio is still in the surf. Momma scoops me up and makes her way down the beach to where my little sister and brother play in the sand. The rhythm of her stride calms me. Nothing hurts me so long as I’m in her arms.

The Silent Maze By. Madelynn Tamer Lost in a maze… It’s nerve driving silence is maddening but, how did I get here? I notice quite quickly that i am here with others. “Hey, who are you people?!