Vacany's Short Story: The Haunted House

Looking through the glass, a car zoomed past the fifteen miles per hour speed limit blasting obnoxiously loud music and laughter. The rusty blue mailbox with the dent in front was still there next to the barren oak tree. Repetitive banging started nearby and I almost fell back. Bright yellow lights were on at the attic window at the house next door. This would usually start about two to three in the morning, but by then, I would usually fall asleep. This was strange considering that the neighborhood considered that house to be vacant. It was assumed that the person who bought the house was using the house as a vacation rental house since every week, a family group or couple would move in with their suitcases and leave at the end of the week. A strange banana yellow car was parked at the front of the house next door. Maybe the owner had come to make repairs? But the question remained as to why they would make repairs in the middle of the

It is present day in a small town known as Salem, MA. Its getting closer and closer to Halloween. I see the leaves are beginning to change, the nights are getting cooler, the sounds of tractors in the field harvesting crops, the sight of pumpkins everywhere decorating houses with faces and designs carved into them surround the neighborhood. Salem, MA is a very quiet town where everyone knows everyone and everyone gets along, for the most part.

She sighed loudly and replied " I am Alison Bergs, and I am head coroner of the Rowland county police department." squinting a bit more harshly at me she continued in a more aggravated tone, " This case is in my neck of the woods so THAT gives me a right to just BARGE in HERE" she turned her back on me and resumed taking pictures of the body on the floor . " What about you, who the heck are you," she questioned as she snapped away.

After giving the detectives the paper, he looked at Detective Wallace, “I’m sorry they murdered the woman. If you wish, when I’m in town, I can check in with you. I promise to always let you know where I am,” Raymond said, shaking their hands, he left the office.

“As soon as (officers) got to the house, one of the officers came over the radio and said that someone had started shooting at them,” Pihera said. “One uniformed officer returned fire, and the suspects ran away.”

I’d previously had such poor service and expectations of realtors that I came into this purchase with a skeptical attitude. I’d sold my home near Austin to relocate in San Antonio and had not gotten any replies off websites or phone calls that didn’t feel greedy and uncaring if at all, until Marie.

It was an in-between time: afternoon bygone, night not yet come, neither summer, nor fall. Leaves had had a six months’ term, but still they hung, dusty and frayed, to the trees. Blooming was past, though. A rose that very morning, round and firm to the eyes as an apple, dropped its petals at Mattie’s feet as suddenly as if winter has exploded in its heart. Days began brisk, were finger-cold in the mornings, as Jess said, but noon there was June heat and coats were a nuisance; and now, Mattie thought, lukewarm, with a funky taste like the last cracker at the bottom of the barrel.

The interior images showed a bright open floor plan. There were a spacious neutral tiled entry and a spacious carpeted living room with arched entrance into the eat-in kitchen. There were neutral tiled floors and a stove and microwave. The gigantic tiled bonus room had a slider that gave access to the rear patio. There were two ample sized carpeted bedrooms with closets and an incomplete view of the full sized bathroom with plenty of built-ins. There was a separate entrance into the extra large laundry room with a utility sink. The converted garage had a huge bedroom with a closet and a full sized bathroom. In general, the home appeared to be functional and in good condition.

There were three clear exterior images provided that showed a beautiful two-story Colonial home with a two-car attached garage and a large front yard. There was a detached garage and many mature tree in the huge backyard. One of the front images appeared to be a duplicate.

Roberta encouraged me to show my buyers the home. She provided viewing information, however, she did not discuss the HomePath procedure. I told Roberta that I wanted to review the property details with my buyers first. She offered to keep in touch. Roberta exhibited very good real estate experience.

It had taken less than two weeks after their trip to New Orleans that Ray contacted a real estate agent and put the house on the market. The following week, a young couple saw the house and immediately fell in love with it. The couple paid the full asking price as they needed to move in quickly. The man had received a new job offer in Macon, and they had to decide soon on whether to accept or not.

We are a big family and the house was perfect with plenty of room and space for everyone to have their own privacy. The house is super clean and stocked with everything and anything you need. The stores and supermarkets is only a few minutes away, Local restaurants, bakery, spice store and more. I was very surprised when I got there to see that the house was actually very well located and not deserted like it seemed to be by the pictures.

Then now, time to meet with our realtor, we gave me my specific location, price, and what I wanted in the house. After receiving my wish list, he started working with showing us different houses, but unfortunately the house that he was showing was not meet my

This is a story about two cool boys who encountered an evil spirit that comes out every December 1st, to collect people's heads and keep them as trophies.

“In the year of 1989, there was a street named Elm, in the state of Wyoming. Few chose to live on that street, and they all knew about the haunted house, up on the hill, on the west side of town, coming off of Elm. Once, I spent the week with some friends and, Halloween came upon us, while I stayed with them.” I was telling my first-grade brother and his friends stories to scare them out of their wits. Besides, no one wants little kids tagging along with you to go trick or treating, when you could go with your friends to Haunted Houses, and not ones set up by the town hall. “We were just about to pass the house, not thinking anything of it, when we heard a moan coming from Old Man Reaper’s house.” Their eyes grew wide with fear. Mr. G.