Horror Story A - Chapter 1

My sister, Alice, and I had always done everything together...until that night. It was Friday, June 21, 2004, and Alice was having a new friend, Tori, over to spend the night. In the wee hours of the morning, after a night of horror movies, we dragged ourselves upstairs to bed. Usually when one of us had a guest, we would all camp out together, but this time, I was just glad to get to sleep, I was so tired.
My mother, an early riser, always checked on us when she got up, usually around six o'clock a.m. It was always me first, and then my sister. Being a light sleeper, I awakened when she creaked the door open, but pretended to be asleep. I heard shut again, and was just drifting back to sleep when I heard a full-fledged, high-pitched scream coming from Alice's room, the kind that you hear in horror movies. I jumped out of bed just in time to hear the thud. My mother had fainted. I dashed down the hall toward Alice's bedroom, saw the scene, and that was when the world slowly started to fade away into darkness. What I had seen was an insane-looking version of Tori, feasting on my sister's cadaver.
The next thing I knew, I was laying in a hospital bed feeling significantly dazed. My thoughts were a disorganized blur as the bounced around in my head at the speed of light. Where was I? Had what I seen before blacking out been a reality? Or just a freakishly realistic dream? I pried open my eyes and looked around, but regretted it as soon as an over-joyful nurse shrieked, "She's awake!" at the top of her lungs, all the while blowing out my eardrums.
After regaining my hearing, my first question was, "What's going on?" A polite nurse told me that I was on a good ammount of medication, and that I may feel a bit dizzy. That explained my feeling dazed. Directly following that, I came to the realization that I was in a double hospital room, and I directed my gaze to the hospital bed to my right to find a frail looking woman faintly resembling my mother. Then the time came for question number two. "Who is that?" I asked, directing my gaze once again towards the woman, thi time with a bewildered expression about my face. A gruff voice answered, "That's your mother," and I looked up to a person whom I barely recognized and whom I had not seen in years.

Narrative Essay for English

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 my heart pounding, I was ready to go for the door on a moment's notice. Without warning, I felt a paper towel, or something like it, dragging on the back of my neck. I whipped my head around, and when I saw an apparently not-so-dead mummy standing over me, I jumped back and gasped. I almost started to run toward the door, but, unfortunately, the Mummy was blocking the way. He must have been at least six feet tall, towering over me like I would have towered over an ant. Wrapped in something that seemed like gauze, or maybe paper towels, I had no idea where he had come from. When I had jumped back, barely two seconds ago, the glass doors of the cabinet had shattered. CRASH! I heard as the glass fell on my legs. "OUCH!" I exclaimed. The mummy made a noise that sounded kind of like he was trying to say, "Go away!" but I couldn't tell because of the gauze that covered his entire being from head toe, with the exception of his mysterious beady black eyes. These eyes glared down at me with such an intensity that I could not stop myself from muttering, "Oops." That was when I noticed what he had in his hand. It was a pure gold sword, with a blade as long as my arm. He was obviously planning to decapitate me. My eyes opened widely, and it felt as if I had completely lost control over my body. I saw a loose end of his gauze covering flapping at his side. Without thinking my risky escape plan through, I grabbed the loose end and tugged with all of my might. When the mummy started to spin, I knew that he would get dizzy and collapse, so i darted for the door. BANG! The door slammed behind me, and I bolted down my street to get back home. "Phew!" I said as I wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I spread out on my sofa, winded from the running. As I lay there, I decided that later, I would tell my family about my adventure. I felt very brave after defeating the mummy. I was dozing off from my tiresome adventure, but my hope before I drifted off to sleep was that some day I would be able to tell my children and grandchildren all about the periluos adventure that I had experienced that day.