Students,
This week's blog prompt is in honor of Halloween. Choose one of the following prompts below and add your scary story in the comments section. Try to add sensory details to your stories that will send shivers down the spine of your readers, and provide a beginning, middle, and end!
Story starters courtesy of: jenswritingdesk.com
- Daylight, dense fog, muffled sound. You go for noon walk anyway. Describe your walk, and what happens when a dark shape suddenly looms before you.
- Late at night, flat tire, country road. What do you hear? How do you feel? Do you trust the man who pulls up in a pickup truck?
- Children are in bed, you’re reading a book in the living room. You suddenly feel a prickle of skin – someone is watching you. What happens next?
- Turn several lights on in hotel room, put wallet on dresser and use bathroom. When you come out, wallet is on the bed and two lights are turned off. What do you do? How do you feel?
- Dusk, walk through autumn woods with dog, listen to birds. Dog whines. Birds silent. Describe how it feels. What’s happening?
- Strange noises come from abandoned house at end of lane. What do you hear? Do you go in?
As I'm reading my book Die for Me, I get this scary sensation. I feel like somebody is watching me. I don't think it's me being paranoid, I really think that there is someone in or outside my house and I'm scared. I turn all my lights on and turn the t.v on so I can have some light and hear some noise. It works for a while then I hear a moan and my name being called over over and over. When I turn around I see a tall shadow and when I peek my head out I see a man. I scream and then I realize its my brother.
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ReplyDeleteI'm walking my dog, Bubbles. It's just about to turn dark for good. I don't know what gave me the sensation. Maybe it was the dog, or maybe it was just the feeling to get some fresh air. Anyways, I come to the end of the road and see that there is a porthole in the sidewalk. I get closer and see that it's not very deep. My dog gives a yelp and I look up just in time to see that there is a great big, shadow of a person just beyond the other side of the hole. The shape was oddly familiar, as if I had seen it before. Actually, I knew who it was, but I wasn't ready to believe it. The thing spoke. "I've been watching you, Gwen, and I know all your secrets." I stood there, unable to move, rooted to the spot. Bubbles starts howling at the top of his lungs. The figure waves its hand, and everything goes quiet. Not just Bubbles, but the whole of the street. Then horrified, I try to speak, but find that my voice is gone as well. I look down at Bubbles. He seems almost as scared as me. Then, without warning, the figure comes around the hole. I try to run, but I'm literally rooted to the spot. Unable to move, I watch, horrified as the person comes to me, waves his hand and grabs hold of me, and throws me down the hole.
ReplyDeleteI'm in some sort of underground tunnel. I can't remember hoe I got there. All I know, is that its very muddy and slimy. I look up. All at once my memory comes flooding back. The hole seems so much deeper now, as if some sort of dark magic made it deeper. I start to feel around for some sort of ladder, or anything to help me get out of this seemingly bottomless pit. The only thing I can get my hands on is darkness. It pulls me in, deeper, and deeper still.
For what seems like hours, I finally find a lantern and some matches. I start to make my way down the tunnel. But 5 minutes in, my way is blocked by hundreds of rocks and bits of dirt. I start to go back, but almost instantly, I run into a towering wall. I turn around, horrified, looking for another passage. All at once, my lantern goes out, and I see, once again, the black figure, this time outlined in a soft whitish glow. He advances on to me. I back away, and hit the wall. He is so close to me, and I'm so cold. "This is it." I think, "I am going to die." ... (To be continued)
I could feel my death advancing. Yeah,I guess that was it. Everything was gonna end. And it was all because of that awful night. I'm a thirteen year-old vampire. Can you imagine?! I haven't even kissed a guy yet and I'm gonna be immortal forever! Great, that's just awesome. The worst part is the night I turned into a vampire that WAS the night of my birthday. And now my "Master" told me that if I don't capture others he'll kill my family. EVERYONE. I know this probably wouldn't mean anything to you, but now that I'm dead and immortal, the only thing I wish is that I was not immortal. "Maribel, where are my new children?" said a deep, cold voice. I turned around and saw him. Theodore. My so called "Master".
ReplyDeleteI smiled at him, my fangs piercing into my bottom lip. "I...Uh, Jake was gonna come with me. I,I've never made another vampire so...just don't-" He cut me off. "I am sick and tired of your playing around! If you do not follow my directions I will have to punish you personally." He gave me a cruel smile. He moved his black cape aside and began rubbing the whip he had in the side of his black jeans. Theodore grabbed my hair and lowered his face right next to my ear. "Maribel, why can't you be a more obedient daughter?" I turned my head to face him. Our noses were touching. "YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER AND YOU NEVER WILL BE!!!" I screamed in his face.
He threw me to the ground. He let his whip loose and swung.
Wow, Celia and Rosa! These are terrifying. Vampires, holes in the sidewalk: the making of spine-tingling tales.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was walking home after getting off of the 3 bus, I felt a shiver down my back.After that, I had a feeling that something was up.I walked down the cold street.The cold air went down my back.My legs where clacking together.Then, I heard a mobile come up the street.It was a school bus.Then,it stopped.I look to see if there was a drver.But,there wasn't one. I was saying, how could there be a moving bus with no driver?Then, I got off.After I got off, it was on the move again.I tried to catch it but, it was to fast.But I still say to myself, "Who was the mystery driver"?And that is still the question today.
ReplyDeleteA divorce. That's what my parents were getting. Walking down the block while listening to music did nothing but clear my head. Tears rolled down my face, feeling like hot lava melting on my skin. A dark car approached and pulled up next to me. I quickly walked back to my house where the tension was already making the room feel like a sauna yet as icy as a mountain. I wasn't but a few doors from my house when the window slowly rolled down and a face popped out of the car.
ReplyDelete"Do you know where 5th street is?" The deep voice seemed masked by the smell of smoke and beer that was pouring out of the car, and burning holes through my sneakers. I shook my head, tightened my hood and proceeded walking. I sat on the step of Ms.Carney, the lonely, stubborn woman who hated me to her core. The same car had rolled up again only this time the back door opened. The door was shaking and so was the man that was walking out of it making his way towards me.
Dark. Agony. Discomfort. I could barely breath; a hand was over my face, covering up any source of fresh air. I felt my body being tossed around in the back of the car. The ride was so long, and painful. I woke up to water on my face and a video of Sesame Street playing. But there was something weird about it, almost like Elmo was holding a secret message from kids that could probably get me out of wherever I was. Where was I? The room was dark but had one light that shook back and forth. Elmo's voice practically hypnotized me. Suddenly a figure shattered the screen with a gun, then pointed it at me...
To Be Continued (maybe maybe not)
“What can I say? It was not the most unexpected thing to just appear out of nowhere. The sign a mile or so back had said to beware so I was driving a little under the speed limit so that I wouldn’t hit them but fast enough not to get caught by them. I thought it would work. I guess not.
ReplyDeleteIf you’ve ever heard of the invasion of ’96 then you know how truly petrifying they were: oily black skin, dull orange eyes, tattered and eaten skin and clothes. The worst part was you could barely see them in the moonlight, the only time you really ever saw them. The zombies were nightmares.
When I hit it I wasn’t expecting it to be a little girl with a cute little doll in her hand. I definitely didn’t expect it to stand back up on it’s splintered legs after running it full over.
When I first saw the news on TV and heard about it at work, I was amazed by the enormity of it all. The president and all of his troops had pulled back to a defensive position on a hill 370 miles west of the capital and were already getting the “clean-up teams” in position. If you had ever seen the devastation of those vile beasts, you felt the way I felt.
My parents’ home had been washed away by one of them, and they’d gone with it. I wasn’t about to let my kids go through what I had so we packed up the mini-van and drove north. The problem with going north that at the time no one really knew about was the… traffic. Every fifth car you saw had an infected one in it. I guess there were more, since most of the bites were hidden but every once in a while you’d have a grabber. They would reach out of their window and scratch at you. I actually saw one of the unfortunate ones with the window open get scratched on the arm. The driver went wild and so did the car.
One time an arm came flying out of nowhere and landed in the car behind us. The driver closed the window at the wrong time and was literally ripped to shreds. I could see it in the rear view mirror. That was another thing I won’t forget.
I’m not quite sure what the most unexpected thing was on that journey north, but I do know we crossed many of the infected on our way to the freeze zone and even more animated. We were all just trying to get to the area where the zombies froze for the winter and some of us humans that were left tried to go even further north. Some succeeded in making it to the poles and some over-succeeded and ended up in infected Asia. Some were still trying to make a stand down south, but were loosing ground quickly. As for us...” The strange man I have found stops suddenly as he tries to recall. Driving with him in the passengers seat I notice for the first time he unusual scar he had on his right arm. He’s been hiding it the whole time. He sees me looking and quickly covers it with the bandage again. After another 10 miles or so he starts talking very slowly and clutching his right arm: right over the bandage. Then his skin turns a pale shade of white and his eyeballs real back into his head. Then he turns very slowly over to me. “He-elp mee” and lunges.
One day I am walking down the street back home from another successful hockey game when all of a suden I feel this hand touch my leg I look down but nothings there so I start walking again,but after a few more steps I feel it again but this time when I look down see a hand gripping my. I scream pull out my hockey stick and wack it as hard as I can but it doesn't budge then more hands come up and start pulling me down when i'm almost down I thought is this the end buried alive or eaten by whatever grabbed but i know this is the of my life.
ReplyDeleteFinal Nicaragua Essay Nicaragua is 129,494 square kilometers(120,254 square meters). Nicaragua’s landscape is defined to be somewhat flat, rough, and with tiny mountains. It also has a line of young volcanoes which are still active. Nicaragua has a body of water around it, and a lake inside it. There are about 19 volcanoes in Nicaragua, and one of the volcanoes in Nicaragua is called Azul, and it’s about 659 feet. Nicaragua mostly has all sorts of animals, and plants. Some of the plants are tress, flowers, and vegetables. The animals are frogs, chickens, monkeys, alligators, and birds. Nicaragua’s landscape is different from the U.S. landscape because Nicaragua’s landscape has volcanoes. In the U.S. we don’t have volcanoes, but we do have mountains and so does Nicaragua. Nicaragua is different from Philly because Philly has trash everywhere, even if it’s a little bit of trash. Nicaragua doesn’t have around everywhere. It stills has trash but it’s not everywhere you go around the city. The U.S. has cities and Nicaragua has a city, but the cities in the U.S. are bigger than the city in Nicaragua. Nicaragua has a lake and Philadelphia doesn’t have a lake. Finally Nicaragua has more trees than Philly and also animals. In conclusion Nicaragua is bigger than Philly, because Philly is 136 square miles, and Nicaragua is 129,494 square kilometers. Another thing is that the U.S. has no volcanoes, and Nicaragua has 19 volcanoes. Nicaragua also has all sorts of animals that Philadelphia does not have. My Questions: How are Nicaragua houses different from Philly houses? Is Nicaragua better than Philly at sports.
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