Imagine living in a town where lightning strikes, muck fires and sinkholes happen all the time. Well in the book Tangerine by Edward Bloor, Paul Fisher lives in a town that has all these terrible events happen almost daily. The town that Paul lives in is Tangerine County. Paul lives with his mom, dad, and Erik. Paul’s dad only pays attention to Erik and spends all his time with Erik because he wants Erik to become a pro football player.
Finally the moving truck came to a screeching stop. As Sterling exited the family car he looked so shocked at his new neighborhood it was like he had been dropped off in a haunted town. As the front door opened, it let out a loud squeak, and all that came to Sterling’s mind was haunted house. “Click” turned on the lights and slowly a huge smile formed on Sterling’s face” Pretty nice” he thought to himself. As Sterling ascended the stairs in leaps and bounds, he couldn’t wait to see what his room looked like.
The ceiling dropped suddenly and the wooden floor collapsed..the roof above gave way .. the bookcases right behind her swooped
It was getting dark outside, only a red glowing disk was left in the sky. ’’ Ouch.’’ I say as my neighbor’s kitten scratched my hand. My mum had left me here to go check up on my dad who had went to our little camp about a mile behind our property.
I sprinted to my front door, now starting to panic, but it was locked from the outside. “HELP,” I shouted banging on the sealed window. “Is anyone there!? Can you hear me!?” Hours passed and the only person that stopped was me.
Fort Fear: A Story of Family and Bravery I set my foot one step inside the hallway. Had I gone crazy? The air was musty, the path was dark, and everything was ancient. Did I dare?
The wooden planks creaked with each stride. Every door slammed shut as in accordance to the beat of its conductor. Draped curtains flailed uncontrollably atop the windows throughout the house which seemed to shake with every gasp of air. Never before was there any intimation to a presence, a ghostly figure. However, today, it now became clear, that this was not a home for the living, but a resting mansion for the already deceased.
This time the sound was muffled. I looked around for the most likely place for Bugsy to be. The sound seemed to be coming from under the house. Calling his name softly, I walked the length of one wall looking for the opening I knew had to be there. Again came the sound, muffled and indistinct as if from somewhere deep.
My Memoir Why are there no lines? Why are there no goals? Why were the benches not moved? Just some of the things that went wrong on 9/12/15. That is the day my soccer team won 8-0 at our first home soccer game. The tensions were high and we were stressed no lines or goals.
A little girl, named Sophia walker, was given a small doll by her parents. The doll was gift from her great grandmother who had sadly passed on. Sophia was instantly unsettled by the doll, which has murderous black eyes which seemed to follow you around the room with an unfavourable grin on its face. Sophia, had the impression that she had to accept the doll, as she was well raised and didn 't want to upset her parents by not taking it. Her parents told her that the doll 's name was Suzie, which made Sophia even more scared of it.
As they went up the stairs they kept hearing the knocking as they went up the stairs, they heard it again coming from the same room. It was so silent you could hear their own hearts pounding with fear, they all were heating up by the millisecond as they walked into the room, they noticed there was food wrappers scattered all over the bedroom floor. There was a slight urge from all of them to sprint out of the house, but they knew they couldn’t, they didn’t do all of this for nothing. They all paused as they heard a creaking noise outside the bedroom, they all jumped up, “thump.” They all were silent after they jumped, they all stood there for 15 minutes, after they went out of the rooms and into the other room upstairs.
The thought that the world would end simply because a culture ceased the production of a calendar was, in my mind, preposterous. But for an unknown reason my mind began to change. The story was on the internet, in the news, and there was even a movie made about it. I was becoming convinced that the world would truly end in 2012. I dreaded the day when I, and everyone I loved, would see the world come to a standstill; but we never did.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
and she was getting tired. She only carved one of the pumpkins. She sat them out on her porch. The next morning Kate jumped out of bed with excitement because it was Halloween. Later that Halloween night, she got dressed in her costume.
As I approach the house, I smell the old musty smell of the house. When I step on the front steps of the house, I hear a creak from underneath the floorboards. With every step, it seems like the creaking gets louder. I rap my hands around the dusty door handle and slowly pull open the unlocked door. The inside looks like what you’d expect.