Terror and Horror By: Jia Yu Cheung Looking back at that day, I feel stupid. I start chuckling. When I think about it, a cold shudder still goes down my spine, but it’s all good. Everything is normal, well at least it is now. “Are you sure we’re old enough to go in?” I asked with a waver in my voice. “They will let us in. Chill out!” my friend, Kristen, said with a tone of assurance. “Yeah! Don’t be a little chicken! Bak! Bak! BAK!” my other friend, Crystal, teased with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “I’m not a chicken!” I protested. I was steaming. How could she say such a thing! “Cut it out guys!” Kristen, the only mature one, said with annoyance. “It’s not my problem.” I muttered under my breath. One Sunday, my friends and I approached the most petrifying haunted house in the whole corn festival. Trees like large …show more content…
Everyone was steeped in shadows while darkness echoed around us. The putrid stench of decaying matter stung my nose, as I blindly searched for the path, like a newborn chick. Only the faintest signs of orange light shone through the cracks of the weathered walls. The intermittent creaks and moans were heard from a distance. I knew I was near something. I looked around and saw the slight outline of Crystal. The somber portraits were staring at me under layers of dust. It penetrated every part of my soul. I felt the warm moisture of a puff on my shoulder. Crystal was …show more content…
I ran my fingers over the surface of the closet. Dust created a cloud of dirt on my fingertips. The red sunlight illuminated a child's wooden rocking horse that sat on a tattered rug. The toy's wooden seat was worn smooth, coated in dirt, and cobwebs matted the corded mane and tail. I gasped with exhiliration. The horse began to rock slowly, much to the jubilation of its ghostly