Once upon a time when I was 8 years old. It was a pitch-black night with bone-chilling winds. I went to an horrifying Haunted House In Los Angeles California where the people say it’s the most paranormal haunted house in the city. Right when I went in, there where people gripping my arm and glaring at me and all of a sudden, boom someone grabbed my legs and a disturbing mortals with the most nerve racking costume crawled on me. I went screaming out and crying with a terrified look on my face.
I felt a cold breeze throughout the house like I was in a field out in the wind. I got up and my father was still here he told me to go out and get the garbage. I went and did that my drive way was really long so it took me about a minute to get it to the curb. On my way back I heard a scream like I had never heard before. The sound hit me like a bullet.
Hello i 'm going to be telling you about the time I went to my friend Jackson’s house. This will include details about jeff the killer like he was killed in texas and other good facts. And how a game of hide and go seek can turn into find the hurt friend and hope he does not seek us And I quote You would not believe were we found him. I learned any body can get hurt.
I felt like I was plummeting to my death as the wind whipped all around me. For a brief moment, my body was vertical to the ground and I felt as if we were going to flip into a forward roll. Just at that moment, the cables snapped tight and we went swinging like a pendulum. My eyes were sealed shut. I continued screaming as we swung back and forth several times.
I so badly wanted to scream “mom help”! But I was afraid the tiger or monster would eat me! I would die! The light stopped shining and the growling started again and she went to bed.
I exclaimed! My arm had hurt like it had never hurt before. It was a sharp pain, that ran up and down my arm, like mice scurrying away from a cat. My dad jogged over.
Trey #4 One day I was standing in line to buy a snow globe. When I picked it up, then flash I was stuck in the globe it was very scary. When I tried to get out I pushed the door but it was frozen shut. So I turned around there was a very beautiful village.
I only knew I was screaming because I was trying to. Huge arms pulled me away, under shelter of a building. Then he arms disappeared with a bang, and I was on the ground. I looked around and where a counselor just was was a piece of metal and some arms. I passed out then.
When I got to the 82nd floor, I saw her just standing there in panic. I quickly grabbed her she was scared to death. “PLEASE HELP ME” she
I begin to get frightened as I turn the corner to a fogged out jail, seeing prisoners banging on the cells, and trying to touch us, but as I turn the next corner, a prisoner comes out of nowhere, and scares me out of my shoes. I fell straight to the ground in shock. My heart suddenly just dropped in fear. My parents began to start laughing hysterically because of my fear. Thankfully, I was able to make it out alive and well, but I was definitely shaken up.
I slipped on the floor. My head went BANG! My body fell to the hard floor. The jagged floor smashed onto my face. Good thing I was wearing very strong glasses.
It was a hot, humid day in July. The kind that makes your hair frizz and your pits stink. My dad’s softball tournament was in full swing. They were in the bottom of the fifth with two outs, and his team was up by four. “It’s candy time!”
Difficulties from spondylolysis plagued me for years in my teens. When the discomfort first began, I presumptuously told myself I remained tough enough to continue to play baseball through the pain; however, the soreness worsened, I needed to wear a back brace, and required several months of rest to heal. The downtime proved almost as painful as the injury itself. I felt well after this recovery period, except just as physical therapy ended, the achiness returned; a CT scan revealed not one, but two unhealed fractures that needed to be surgically repaired. During the weeks after surgery, I relied on a walker, and my pessimistic attitude caused many mental obstacles, one of which questioned my capability to be the athlete I was prior to my injury.
The first day of middle school for me was both terrifying and exciting. I made a lot of new friends within the year. I remember the first day very well. I had woke up at 5;30 a.m. I was extremely tired.
All of a sudden, I heard a huge bang and then a scream from a woman. My nerves jumped up a little bit, and I started to have some second thoughts about going in. However, it was too late, and we were already in. The worker showed my dad, my brother, and I, a long, narrow hallway we were supposed to follow.
