Short Story: Summerford Farms 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

Through elementary school, I was blind to what other people thought of me, both because I didn’t care nor did I care to notice. Something within me change that summer though. I went from a bubbly, smiling girl to someone who was riddled with insecurities. My confidence evaporated as I started to pay more attention

Finally…. Halloween was here. I have waited all year for this day. My all time favorite holiday. School was finally over and I slipped on my costume and jetted out the door. I was ready for the spooky scares, chilly air, and crazy dares that happen on halloween night. My friend Kayla and I walked to each door chanting “trick or treat”, but one house appeared to be kind of peculiar. The house was big, white, and the tiles were falling off. Nobody dared to step on the property of the house.

Page one. I read the words all the words and to my surprise it wasn’t too bad. So, I flipped right ahead to page two and I was so engaged and loving it even more. I couldn’t put this book down for even a second, so when it was time for dinner, I sat at the table and snuck not my phone, but my book. It was extremely fascinating that's why. I couldn’t let go until Bud stuck the pencil right up his nose, I threw the book right under because I couldn’t handle the imagination while eating. I felt queasy and uncomfortable, so I asked to be excused and sprinted up the stairs tumbled, and then got right up and sprinted down the hall and slid right into the carpet. This marked the day i pulled my first all nighter. I finished the book. I finished the whole entire

On a dark and creepy day on Halloween night some kids were going trick or treating but not all of them. Except the three Jameson kids who decided to stay home this year. The oldest boy’s name is Tommy, the middle child is a girl and her name is Sara lastly the youngest boy’s name is Tyrone. Before the permission from their mom, she has warned them about the missing kids who didn't decide to participate in Halloween last year who went off to do whatever they wanted and were missing so she is hopeful that they are not planning on going anywhere this halloween. An hour passed by and they realized that it was only 11:00 and Halloween wasn’t over yet. On the other hand, they were not even receiving candy so Tommy has come up with an idea that instead of staying in the house empty handed; he has something else in mind. Maybe we can sneak out the house and go to the haunted mansion by the gloomy corn field. Sarah did not agree, but it will be better than staying in the house. Tyrone agrees with anything but he just wants a piece of candy before the night is over.

When I was in kindergarten, I floated around. Because my family is not from around here, I did not know any of the children in my class and they did not know me. Local children had been around each other for years already by the time kindergarten rolled around. Many of my classmates already knew who they wanted to hang out with and I was much too shy to join their groups. My main friends were Trevor Kuehn and Dakota Neu. We spent all of recess staring at random houses, telling scary stories, and declaring ourselves “The Ghostbusters.” Before the end of the year, they had rejected me because I was a girl and they were boys. So I had to find a new friend group.

Underhill listened carefully as Malvinē served dinner to Clement in the kitchen. She had called him once and no more. He had refrained from making any more contact with her, due to his injury. Though vampire blood calmed an angry werewolf, it did not work in vice-versa. His nerves were frayed, the slightest noise in the house sent him on edge. He decided to stay in his office and avoid any unnecessary injury’s with Malvinē. Yet despite this effort, Malvinē could not put aside her caring effort. It wasn’t long before her feet shuffled close to his office door. She knocked.

The night before Halloween, Hailey and Lucas went to take their dog Harley for a walk. Even though it was only 8pm, it was pitch black outside. While Hailey was scared of the dark, Lucas was not. During the walk, they came across three very scary houses, so scary even Lucas was scared! First, was an abandoned house. The windows were broken, and the door was missing, but one single light was flickering. Hailey ran scared, while Lucas was laughing. Next, they came upon a very old house. Smoke was coming from the chimney but the house looked like it hasn’t been touched in years. Suddenly, the wind blew and all the shutters blew open! Hailey screamed! Scared to continue, Hailey wanted to go home but Lucas talked

Bob,Jimmy and Tom are going down Normal street to stay the night at the haunted house after losing a race to Robert. Now Normal street sounds normal and it is during the day,but at night it’s a different story,it is rumored that the trees come to life and the ghost of an abandoned haunted house at the end of the road comes out. Not even parents would go near it. So they were going down the street to the haunted house “hey Jimmy,Tom isn't this street haunted.” “Bob calm down it's just a myth.” Tom said “But Robert said a little girl was locked inside a closet and forgotten about.” “Tom where's Jimmy” “I don't know. Hey Jimmy!” “BOO” “Aaaaaa” “HaHa you guys screamed like a little girl.” “Hey I screamed like a big girl.” “ya and i'm a dancing

Elementary school was different. No one had curls like mine. I hated being different from the other girls, hated not having little styles like they did. This was the first time I noticed differences between me and other kids, and they kept increasing. Everyone else played soccer at recess, I read Harry Potter. Other girls had big, beautiful houses, I didn’t. My friends went on vacations, I went to theater camp. Although I liked other kids, feeling so different made friendships difficult.

Kids naturally avoided me and it hurt to be an outcast. My social life besides my interaction with my family was stunted and my reputation didn’t help at all, but I knew I was a good kid, probably even nicer than all of the kids at my school. I didn’t talk bad about people. I didn’t bully others. I was merely a curious child that wondered if safety scissors could cut off someone’s fingers. I even had a willing experimentee, but I was still the one getting in trouble. After all that’s who I was to everyone, nothing but a problem child, that no one talked to, and no teacher cared enough about to

Unfamiliar horses were tied to the Homestead's posts, making a slightly injured Wynonna reach for Peacemaker, again. Revenants might not be allowed in Earpland anymore, but Wynonna was beginning to suspect not everything that wanted to kill her would be so explicit in nature.

“I’m with ya” I said pulling my textbooks closer to me. “I’m going to be a skeleton bride” I replied to her first question. “I can’t believe Halloween is tonight!” I commented excitedly.

The kid was crying and saying that she didn't want to go home already, that they were late starting trick-or-treats because her mother, the woman in the Witch costume, was late coming home from work. The woman then continued jerking the child harshly down the sidewalk, yelling and scolding her as they went. “I don't care if Halloween only comes once every millennium, I said we’re going home!”

“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.