Descriptive Essay On An Abandoned House

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.

Charlie,Lawson,Ron,and I are walking down the street the sun is starting to fade away.We walk up on this creepy house. We try to look in the windows but, there are vines and cobwebs every where there are even vines going up the house.Charley and Lawson are arguing about whether we should go inside or not,so we take a vote on it Ron,Lawson and I want to go in but, Charlie doesn't so we tell her to stay outside with the bats she runs up behind me and tells me to protect her. We open the door it creaks loudly.We walk in and the door slams with a loud “THUD”.There is so much dust Charlie and I start to sneezing.Everything was covered with white sheets.We start to walk forward every step we take is followed by a loud creaking noise.

I turned on my flashlight, it was the first thing that came to my mind. As, the bright light flashed its way on, were the “shadow” I saw a couple seconds ago was gone, it must have gone back into the house have to check this out. I decided to go into the “Haunted Mansion”, I walked in and every step I took, the wooden floor made a loud “CREAK!!!” The lights are so dim, that you can’t see anything far away into the darkness, this was literally a maze. I walked until I noticed there was a staircase heading up to this second floor. I took a couple steps towards the stairs then All of sudden, the most creepiest sound in history of sounds filled my ears, it was the sound of tiny footsteps of children running around… I took one step onto the stairs and it made a huge noise. Then the running noise stopped. I listen, my heart stopped……

This book talks about a boy named Digory his friend called Polly. This two kids are extremely adventurous that like exploring abandoned houses. But, one day they wanted to explore the last house on the block. They were exploring the third house of the block but they found a secret tunnel which led to a little door at the end. they went to that little door and opened it…

When I went upstairs to look there was a game room and bathroom and a little lap sitting on a table. I went more towards the lamp. Zoom!!! The lamp slides off the table and hits the wall and breaks. I run down stairs shaking. I tripped over a loose board. I hit my head on the stairs I felt like it was the end. After a few minutes I woke up in the basement I was thinking “ How did I get down here”. Then I looked up and I a little boy was looking at me. He says “ Are you ok”? I looked at him “yes thanks” for helping me. You look scared. Yes I am I came here to explore it. I fell down the stairs and hit my head as the lamp fell off the table. Sorry about that was my dad

I wasn’t allowed to do this, but I couldn’t resist. It was a broken down old house in the street behind ours. It is a house with the yellow paint peeling off to show the hundred-year-old red wood that was used to build it underneath. The paint was fading away as rain eroded the house. No one knew if there was someone living in there. It was practically yelling at me, “JAMES, COME IN HERE! I AWAIT YOUR PRESENCE!”

At that moment the once pretty and almost angelic girl changed. Her once beautiful face was almost falling apart and once this horrifying transformation took place she let out a scream like no other. Then the door slammed shut we all tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge and when we turned around the girl was gone. The horrifying scream that had terrified us was no more but the fear still remained. The tension for what the girl meant lingered as we all stood there wondering what we should do. We all went to open the door it opened but we had to put some force into opening it. When we left the house the door closed on its own behind us and we all heard a voice the voice of

I don’t know why I agreed to go to a haunted house. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea for my first haunted house to be the one given the title of world’s longest haunted house by Guinness World Records. I’m a coward, I get scared very easily but yet I agreed to go. Little did I know what was to come. As soon as the clock hits seven o'clock  my dad and I go pick up my cousin Sara so we can head to my doom, Dragon’s House of Horror. As Sara gets in the car and fastens her seatbelt my dad asks, “Are you guys ready for the haunted house?!” my cousin responds, “Yeah” not much enthusiasm shown in her face of stone unlike mine which is ridden with fear. I respond with a squeaky voice, “Of course, I was born ready.” Both of them laugh, my face gives my true emotions away. I’m a mouse on an open field being circled by hawks, I feel vulnerable. There isn’t much talking as we head to the haunted house as we all try to convince ourselves that nothing bad will happen, and that we made a good decision. The thoughts going through my head are, “it’ll be a good experience to tell later”, “it’ll be fine, how bad can it be?”, “You’re going to be alright no need to back out now”. I don’t know what my cousin and dad were thinking but I’d like to think it was similar to what I was thinking. By the time we get to expo gate number eight the sun has already said goodbye and the moon has risen. Everything about the place already seems spooky, the entrance is dimly lit and the only words

My bus ride home came to a screeching halt. My bus driver is not a very good driver. I stepped, well more like jumped down the steps of the school bus and I wish I could say I stuck the landing, but sadly I didn’t. I almost went head first into a tree, but I caught myself and played it off as I quickly got my balance back and walked towards my house as if nothing had happened.

“Pack a ouija board” Noel demanded. “Make sure to bring a first aid kit” Karina reminded. “I will” I giggled to myself. “Where are going to play with the ouija board at?” Karina asked. “Anywhere” Noel said. “ I want to play with it upstairs” I demanded.When nightfall comes around, we all get our stuff and head toward the alley, once we get to the path we go towards the house we all look around to make sure no one followed us.”I am scared!” Noel whisped with a voice so frightened that we thought she would give up. We now are about to enter the house when we hear a CRASH!, so loud we jumped 3 feet in the air, we all are so terrified and start asking each other what that noise was. “ I think a pot or pan just fell we will be fine!” I stuttered. As we enter one by one the floor creaks, there are lifted boards on the floor and, it looks like someone died in this house. “ I am curious to see what kind of death happened here.” Karina treibled. We all split up and take a look around

One Saturday morning my mom woke me up earlier than usual. I remember it was a day with the perfect weather, fresh but sunny and windy. I can still feel the wind touching the back of my neck through my short hair. My parents, my brother and I got in our car, I did not even ask where we were going, I assumed we were heading grandma’s house as usual so that she can take care of us while my parents work, but this time we took a different route. We got to this strange place, so I asked, “What are we doing here?” and nobody responded. It was like a type of house, on the outside it looked like it had two stories, but when you enter, you realize that it was only one story. This place had a very high ceiling, the old paint peeled off the walls, full of bits of rotten wood. The main door was made out of old rotten and rusty aluminum. This site at first glance looked like a haunted house during Halloween, but certainly, the backyard was the darkest part; it was filled with leaves of all colors and sizes, small trees, and shrubs; it looked just like a jungle. The bathroom was separate from the building, it was a small room with a dirty, old toilet and a sink. After my brother and I, two little kids explored that creepy place, we noticed that behind us, more people were coming, we knew some of them, some not, but they brought with them buckets of paint, brushes, rollers, carpentry materials, brooms, and mops. It was then when I had to ask again "What are we doing here?" My parents

OMG!!! I think my house is haunted! I heard doors opening and closing in the middle of the night. The microwave going off for no reason. laughing sounds coming from my basement and And I heard people saying my name I don't know who they are but I hear them it is weird and I told my my parent say that it's just me But it's not just me I hear it I see it one time I saw some black figure out right in my living room it'll is all black and tall and I went to the bathroom as I went back to my room and I almost crap myself I ran into my sister's door and broke it. I got really scared and I told my parents like no you're just trying to scare us But I said okay then it’s okay watch when you get captured in the middle of the

The back door of the moving truck slammed shut, making me slightly jump gasping in surprise. I turned in my seat and look at the house, I've lived my whole life in. Gloomily I stare remembering all the happy and sad times I've had here.

This haunted house was no ordinary old unattended creepy house. It was the most terrifying house, mostly because it was in the middle of Dark Greenwood forest and even at daylight the trees blocked out the sunlight therefore it was always dark. The house had been a town legend since 1950, Mother’s and grandmother’s used to scare their children into behaving good and being home before the streetlights glowed. According to the legend, this house was haunted because even in a famous and wealthy family not everyone is always happy. In this family the girl, Caroline was the miserable one, up to this day she didn’t know that she was adopted but her 14 year old brother Isaac was always telling her she was adopted and that she was unwanted by her old family she usually ignored him but she wasn’t pleased. It hurt her that her brother didn’t like her like he like her younger brother Michael. One day when Caroline was with her friends, Isaac told them that she was adopted just for his amusement, she felt so embarrassed so mad and sad all at the same time but she clarified to her friends that he was just joking but it just wasn’t the same. She felt more bullied at home by her brother than at school her anger built over the years but she kept it to herself One sunny day back to when this house wasn’t in the in the center of a dark and frightening forest, Caroline came home, she slammed the door she was mad because of a problem she had at school, Her mom Sofia and her father Daniel, both

She paced the border of her property, three times she has gone around, I had been counting. I am curious to know how many more revolutions she will make in the next hour. She has yet to notice my presence under a thick layer of underbrush underneath a willow tree, strangled in buckthorn. The medieval looking weed crawls all the way up the trunk, suffocating each of its branches. Similar to how my foster mother has been treating me. Here, I hide out, escaping her grasps as long as I can. The women is now out of sight now as she paces behind her house back by the small pond. The reflection of the setting sun bounces of the water, a blinding array of colors. Yellow. Orange. Pink. It will be dark soon, and my foster mother will commence her journey to find me.