narrative essay horror story

As I opened the door to the creepy old haunted house on my street, I started to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I scolded myself for wanting to turn back, and hesitantly stepped inside to explore. My brown hair and dark brown eyes made me practically camouflage in the wood-paneled foyer, except for my old grey hooded sweatshirt and comfortable red sweat pants. I was average height for eleven, but I was still going to have to look up to check for cobwebs. I had to clean my glasses because so much dust had collected on them. My hair needed washed already because so much dust has collected on it. As I walked through the doorway to my right, I realized that this must be the formal fining room. An old, Victorian style table with eight elegant chairs was obviously the focal point of the room, resting on a beautiful green, gold, and red toned carpet. The hardwood flooring around it coordinated flawlessly with the wainscoting, which came approximately a third of the way up the elegant gold-painted wall. The vast picture window was framed by a custom cabinet with a buffet coming to just below the windowsill. My heart was pounding, and the room smelled dusty, musty, and faintly of roses. On the table there was a large bouquet of red roses, and eight green, red, and gold place mats. Another red rose, each in a slender vase, sat at each place. I decided to look through the cabinet by the window to see if anyone actually lived here. If someone did, I hoped they were away. Suddenly, I heard something something behind me. GURGLE GURGLE GURGLE! I swiftly turned around, but saw nothing. It was probably just my stomach, I thought to myself. I kept sorting, but with no findings. Just then, I saw a shadow in the reflection of the glass bolt across the room. I jumped up and looked around, but still, nothing seemed suspicious, so I kept sorting through the papers, but with.
Horror Short Stories Title Filter     Display   1 Survivor Wednesday, 25 April 2012 Philip Leibfried 160 2 The Men With Green Faces Sunday, 22 April 2012 Christian Riley 204 3 The Grinder Sunday, 15 April 2012 Matthew C. Funk 348 4 Watching Kaitlyn Ross Friday, 06 April 2012 Michael Stamper 354 5 Déjà vu Sunday, 01 April 2012 C.F. Ciccozzi 457 6 April Fool Monday, 19 March 2012 Jack Horne 825 7 Ten-Cent Treasures Wednesday, 01 February 2012 Bruce Harris 890 8 Eye of the Beholder Sunday, 20 November 2011 Rose Plantz 1825 9 The Favored Son Thursday, 07 July 2011 Philip Roberts 4427 10 Yellow Roses Thursday, 23 June 2011 Janet Baldey 3413 11 Went Missing Friday, 20 May 2011 Christian Riley 3296 12 The Survivor Kind Thursday, 07 April 2011 Jeff Bull 1784 13 Not Dead Saturday, 12 March 2011 Ross Willard 4908 14 Zombies Have No Respect for Plumbing Thursday, 20 January 2011 Southcotte 2500 15 Silent Partner Sunday, 09 January 2011 Henry Gaudet 2870 16 Spiderbait Sunday, 26 December 2010 C.T.Thomas 1481 17 Mail Order Bride Sunday, 05 December 2010 Adam Francis Smith 1800 18 Stupid Baby Sunday, 28 November 2010 Marlene Leach 2485 19 Loser Freak Tuesday, 09 November 2010 E.J. Tett 1966 20 Astoteph Tuesday, 02 November 2010 Joseph Rubas 1158 21 100 COFFINS Sunday, 10 October 2010 Coy Hall 2444 22 Blood of the Father Friday, 17 September 2010 Philip Roberts 2176 23 Wednesday's Seagulls Thursday, 09 September 2010 Michael W. Lucas 2039 24 Dead Lucky Thursday, 02 September 2010 Len Dawson 2325 25 My Own Reflections Tuesday, 24 August 2010 Andrew Black 1849 26 Siren Song Monday, 16 August 2010 H T Garton 1537 27 Dead Things Saturday, 07 August 2010 Marius Dicomites 2174 28 The Water Bearer Thursday, 29 July 2010 John F.D. Taff 1123 29 The Brokenhearted Leper Sunday, 18 July 2010 William Knight 1085 30 A Hot Time in the Old Town Sunday, 11 July 2010 Desmond Warzel 1600 31 Funeral.
Short Story 1 (The Demon at the Door) – Submitted By Angel I was 11 when this happened. One night, when I had gone to bed, I woke up to hear a noise and looked to my open bedroom door, where I saw a dark figure (which was outlined by the bathroom light remaining on) staring at me with red eyes.Thinking that it was my mother, I had called out to her multiple times, each time getting louder and louder. By the third time I called out to her, her red eyes did not move and I was getting frantic, screaming out to my mom and hiding beneath my covers. Come to find out my mother was in the living room fast asleep and had woken up from my calls, running into my room. When I looked at her, the black figure had gone and I have not seen it since. But I guess I had always been afraid after that of what might be watching me or threatening to harm me at any given moment. I know that was a demon it was too dark and felt too evil Short Story 2 (Party Haunting) – Submitted By Oinny This is what happened to me on a party when I was 9. I had my 2 cousins, my best friend and my best friend’s brother over at my house. We all went into the basement to start playing around. Then, my younger cousin starts screaming. We ask him what he saw and he says, “How many people do we have?” We respond 5 and he starts to cry. He says “someone rushed past you’re friend” to me. I look at my friend and he looks terrified. He says he felt cold down there. “I didn’t” I said. I and my friend go down. We hear strange noises from behind the storage room door. My friend who is 10 has the guts to open the door. As soon as he opened it he ran screaming “A ghost grabbed at me!” We all run up again. I stared in complete horror at my best friend’s face. He was smiling horribly, his eyebrows down like he was mad. I slap him, back to his senses. I see something; I don’t know what, like a figure run down to the.
A Horror / Tragic Story by Jun Li I opened the door, to my horror, a few skeletons lay there, chained on the wall. Okay, time to recap. I and my friends, Jack and Peter, were playing around an old, abandoned mansion. We were told that no one was allowed to enter. However, curiosity overcame us and we picked the lock, granting us entrance into the sacred lair of the unknown. At the sight of the skeletons, the three of us were completely stunned. Our jaw hung wide open for a few minutes before we came back to our senses. My sixth sense told me that something was about to go wrong, so I urged the other two to back out of the mansion. “Don’t be such a chicken,” said Jack, with a shaky voice. “Aren’t you scared too?” I challenged him. “Yes, but we might never get the chance to explore here again if we leave now.” “ All right, but we leave as soon as the first sign of danger shows.” We ventured deeper into the mansion. The design looked like some sort of torture room, or a prison. Even though I was afraid, I was eager to discover more. Throughout the lair, we did not lose sight of skeletons or spider webs. These were at every corner, at every turn. The occasional howls from a distance made the hair on our backs stand up straight. We finally arrived at a long hallway. Jack picked up a piece of wood and lighted it up with his lighter. The flame seared at first, but after it simmered down, I was able to see the walls clearly. There were ancient writings, the kind we usually see in an Egyptian grave robber movie. As the expert in history, Jack tried his best to decipher the carvings. Meanwhile, Peter leaned towards the wall to catch his breath. At that very moment, a cold chill went down my spine. “Watch out!” I shouted. Before he could react, that portion of the wall he was leaning against flipped, trapping him on the other side. All he could let out was a loud shriek and he.