This is the fourth in my series of story ideas, by the way. Somehow, using only clues from the internet and what he can worm out of his coworkershe has to figure out which of those people was the actual target, and why. Agatha Christoph get it? She never married and has no children, so her friends are everything to her.
The Haunted House It was a dark and gloomy night and there I was at the bottom of a long and windy dirt road, which partially conected to the main intersection of the town, at the end a large abandoned manor, guarded by a tall black fence with an even taller and creepier gate, surronding it was a few tree's which were eithier dead or had collapsed.
The wind was howling and the thunder was crashing, I felt scared, I reached the gate, it was locked, I was about to go back when suddenly there was a massive strike of thunder and the gate creaked open, a voice in my head was telling me not to go in, but I was curious to see where the strange noises were coming from.
I creeped up the few steps that there were and stopped, the door staring at me, I felt like it was calling me in, I heard a bang from inside and quickly galnced at the window, then I looked again, taking longer this time to see if the glowing red eyes I saw were really there.
There was another crash and the door swung furiosly open, the chandelier quickly lit then as I walked in the smell of rotting carcus and burning fabric lingered in my nose. There was a grand staircase in front and two archways eithier side, there was a piano at the back and next to it a boarded up door.
At that moment I heard the rain druming down on the roof. I stared at the chandelier, which constantly swung back and for, all of a sudden I felt the room go cold, and there was sharp crash from the piano Probably a cat I thouht and with that I glanced at the piano hoping I was right, the stool then moved back, as if someone was getting up from it.
I then felt another thing brush past me, a couple of seconds later, I heard footsteps walking up the stairs.
I stared up at the top of the stairs, the creepieness of upstairs was calling me, wanting me to explore it. I slowly creeped up the stairs, I put my hand on the banister for support, as most of the steps were broken, but quickly removed it as the banister was damp.
I went to wipe my hand on the wall but just covered it in a small part of the blanket of cobwebs in which the house was wrapped. I was nearly at the top when I heard a loud bang, i jumped and scurried up the rest of the stairs, I heard a small noise. I quietly made my way down the hall when a large grandfather clock which was purched nicely in the corner struck midnight, I quickly jumped into closest room, and a candle in the far corner lit, by the look the of it I was in a nursery, on one side there was small, black cot and on the other, a old rocking chair sitting beneath 4 black shelfs, each with it's own stack of dolls all accompanied with glowing red eyes and blonde bun tails.
As I went to leave I could hear the faint sound of a music box which lay on a black, gothic style desk also full of dolls, the sound quickly got louder and louder, then the rocking chair started aggressively rocking back and for, back and for, at this moment I was petrified, I quickly looked down at my foot to investagate what had just scurried across it, I looked back up, glanced quickly at the rocking chair and ran out, as I thought I saw a zombified woman sitting in the chair.
The grandfather clock struck again and I ran quickly to the steps, but I only I managed three steps before stopping to galnce at the wall, it seemed that part of wallpaper was tared which I then realised had probably been pulled when I tried to wipe my hand, there was large red line on the wall, I grabbed the remaining wallpaper and ripped off the whole sheet, I stared at the wall, I could'nt believe it Then something latched on to my hand, I pulled it away quickly and looked at it, I had three deep scratches on the back of my hand.
Ignoring the blood dripping from my fingers, I ran down the stairs my heart now pounding and my body shaking at the sight of With a sharp pain in my chest I frantically looked down to see a large gaping hole, then I realised This story was done in a english lesson i go to Pontarddulias comprehensive school and my english teacher is Miss.
Biscoe she is a excellent teacher and gave me the inspiration to write in year 8 when she told us about these writting competitions and a couple of weeks ago i am in year 9 now she told us to write a haunted house story and gave us a picture to look at and put on creepy music but as good as she is i came up with the story with no help from anyone at all i have created many stories and i hope this first one you will love.Register.
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Retell some of your favorite ghost stories, too. This will get your child excited about the activity. Students will read a fun story and then write their own ending.
Everything I Know About How to Write a Story Since I started The Write Practice a few years ago, I’ve been trying to wrap my head around this question, how to write a good story. I’ve read books and blog posts on writing, taken classes, asked dozens of authors, and, of course, written stories myself.
To write carelessly.
To ignore spelling. To hop over plot holes. It’s a ghost colony with no record of anything catastrophic or any indication of what went wrong. The people are simply gone. A man with writer’s block attends a hypnotic dream workshop where his dreams will be recorded for story premises.
Except, when he awakens, one. Want to learn the difference between a paranormal novel and a story with a supernatural element? Today’s tip of the day from Writing the Paranormal Novel answers this question and others you might have about writing paranormal books.
In the excerpt below, from chapter one, author Steven Harper explains what a paranormal book is and why supernatural stories are so fascinating to read. “I love ghost stories in the brightness of day," Washington says with a laugh.
"It’s the best! Anybody can tell a ghost story at night, but the real good ghost stories try to get in the mind.