In 1979, when Frank D’Amico was staying in the mansion his wife experienced something rather bizarre. It was late in the night and she was preparing to climb into her bed when she saw what looked like a dark figure standing at the foot of her bed. It seemed to be coming straight towards her in a strange gliding motion. Panicking, she found the lamp on her bedside table and turned it on. As the light flickered, it illuminated all corners of the bedroom and there was nobody there. Whatever dark figure that had sent chills down her spine had vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.…
“That summer the strangest things began to happen in the rear of the house,” John said. “Doors and windows began to slam. I’d go back there because I thought someone had come in.” Upon inspection though, he would discover the screen door and windows were securely latched from the inside. “There was no way anyone could go out and relatch the door or windows,” John said. One of the more unnerving occurrences even stood his friends’ hair on end. When his friends hung out in the kitchen, which is located in the rear of the house, their cigarettes would mysteriously snuff out. This happened on numerous occasions, but never in the front portion of the house. “I was scared to death of that bedroom, “said john of the room from which most of the spooky happenings seem to take place. That room, which had a window to the kitchen, happened to be his late grandfather’s bedroom and the room in which he died of natural causes 16 years…
Katie Makanya and Florence Nightingale both contrast the modern phenomenon of urban life with traditional life in the countryside. In Katie Makanya, Margaret McCord portrays the black South African life that Katie lives and how she has to adapt to the European culture during the years of colonization. Around the time of Katie Makanya’s childhood, South Africa was beginning to change rapidly due to the discovery of diamonds, which kept bringing Europeans into their territory causing their cultures and race to blend together.…
In the article, the appeal of pathos grabs the readers attention first hand. Living in a haunted house as a child was…
Imagine being jolted awake in the middle of the night only to see a ghostly figure staring at you by the foot of your bed. This is what many people witness while staying at the Myrtles Plantation Bed and Breakfast located in beautiful St. Francisville, Louisiana (Nickell 12). The Plantation house is split into two parts, a museum and sleeping quarters for the brave guests who dare to stay the night (Rule 238). The Myrtles Plantation is known as one of “America’s Most Haunted Houses,” thanks to the ten gruesome murders that occurred in the house (Lewis G10). The infamous Myrtles Plantation has a ghastly history, which many people believe are the causes of such paranormal activity.…
-Yes. My grandmother paid ten years ago a down payment towards the house. I was only ten, but I still remember the day when we moved in. We were all very excited with our new home and each one of us had his own thoughts about the future. Of course mine were connected only to the present. I could not imagine how things will turn up and the impact this house will have on our lives. I was only glad to have my own room and not to sleep on a couch anymore. I was also very glad to have a backyard where to play with my buddies, Jimmy and Paul. But our excitement was soon over. On the first night after we moved in, we were awakened by a terrible scream that was coming from my grandma’s room. I remember how I jumped out of my bed and ran to see what was happening. My grandma’s room was facing the front lawn where a huge white cross was burning. I could not understand what was the meaning of it but I was very scared and I saw the same fear in my grandma’s eyes, while on my father’s face was only anger and disgust. That was only the beginning. Although the malefactors were found and arrested, we were never left alone. One by one, they took my family out of this neighborhood; dead or alive. First was my aunt, Beneatha. It appears that our neighbor, Mr. Miller was good friend with Mr. Loudon, who was the dean of the Medical Institute of Chicago. He was also Beneatha’s professor of chemistry and anatomy. One day she was summoned in Mr. Loudon’s office and she was told she had to convince her family to sell the house in Clybourne Park…
According to officials around midnight, a group of men heard shrieks coming from the historic Thornewood mansion off Spine-Tingling Way. “Someone kicked open the door,” said one man, who refused to identify himself. “Inside it smelled of mold and McBride’s slightly sour aftershave. With one hand on my flashlight, I entered and felt a wave of cold air rush past as I came face-to-face with a figure that was too solid to be a ghost, too blue to be human. He was as decrepit as Methuselah, wearing nothing but scraps of material and an ill-fitting toupee.”…
Thus, when the ‘ghosts’ are present in the nursery, parents are unable to connect emotionally with their children, repeating and reviving their own experiences and depositing these patterns onto their children.…
Paranormal activity has been a hot topic worldwide for decades. Horror movies, novels, and television shows have been based on myths, legends, and even stories that are claimed to be true. Since many choose to watch or read about ghosts, there is debate over the authenticity of the stories and the existence of apparitions altogether. Author Joe Nickell, a stage magician, private investigator, and journalist argues that his experience with apparitions proves that paranormal accounts are entirely false, specifically involving notoriously haunted hotels, inns, and other lodgings. He offers several premises to debunk the ghostly accounts of people worldwide, using quotes and analysis from a variety of researchers and also his own personal encounters.…
In most haunted house stories now, the tormented inhabitants of the house usually discover some secret just before the biggest, most powerful ghostly display at the climax of the narrative. These discoveries are a way to explain the horror of the house. The 1999 film adaptation, The Haunting, embraces this kind of plot structure. If I had, I would’ve known on page 50, when Dr. Montague says, “some houses are born bad… What it was like before then, whether its personality was molded by the people who lived here, or the things they did, or whether it was evil from the start, are all questions I cannot answer.”…
A 14 year old girl borrower named Arrietty Clock lived with her father, Pod, and her mother, Homily under the floorboards in the kitchen of Great Aunt Sophy‘s house. There used to be many families of Borrowers living in the house. There where the Overmantels, the Harpsichords and the Broom-Cupboards, just to name a few.…
The second part of the story, which takes place a hundred years after the first, is both disturbing and mysterious. It involves a group of young people, Mr. and Mrs. Jenny, their pretty sisters and their sisters’ lovers who talk about the possibility of having a ghost inside their house and eventually discover the house’s dreadful secret. This part reveals the secret from the first part. Without it, the first part would have been very vague and incomplete. Along with the characters from the second part, we must attempt to read across a hundred years of silence to reconstruct the first woman’s story. We are forced to discover what traditions, what historical and cultural continuities link the two halves of the story together.…
MRS ALVING: I'm haunted by ghosts. When I heard Regina and Osvald out there, it was just as if there were ghosts before my very eyes. But I'm inclined to think that we're all ghosts, Pastor Manders; its not only the things that we've inherited from our fathers and mothers that live on in us, but all sorts of old dead ideas and old dead beliefs, and things of that sort. They're not actually alive in us, but they're rooted there all the same, and we can't rid ourselves of them. I've only to pick up a newspaper, and when I read it I seem to see ghosts gliding between the lines. I should think there must be ghosts all over the country - as countless as grains of sand. And we are, all of us so pitifully afraid of the light.…
As you walk through the big white wooden door to my one-story house that contains four bedrooms, we have our new brown suede couches. In the front corner there’s a 50” plasma TV rested on a glass TV stand with different types of systems laying on the shelves including a stereo, DVD player, and a cable box. By our brick fireplace there is a really tall 80’s speaker along with another one laying on top of the wall. When you first walk through my door and look straight you there’s the kitchen, most kitchens on my block are rather small including mine. Every twenty minutes a gush of tropical fragrance will shoot out of our Febreeze machine hooked on the wall along with the Frebreeze machine there’s two paintings both nature related hanging on the wall also. While you continue off towards the back of the house through the hallway it’s like walking through a museum full of pictures of my family. My hallway being long kind of reminds of a hospital hallway because its length and with open doors on every side.…
It was Halloween night and I was throwing a Halloween party. My two friends Ella and Rachel were staying the night. I couldn’t wait because we were going to tell scary stories. Rachel started she told the story of the hand. Ella sat a thought for a minute when it hit her the story of the girl that got murdered a hundred years ago. She told us we would have to go to the grave yard to make it fun. We arrived at the grave yard a spent a half hour looking for the grave of Mary Louise. We started to get suspicious were was her grave. We thought for a second maybe she was not killed. We started to investigate first by going to her rich fiancés Henrys grave. We decided that it was getting creepy so we went back to my house to get some sleep. I dreampt the whole night long of where her grave was. As the sun came up to break the shadows of the night we rose form our slomber for a new adventure. I decided the best place to go was the haunted house on the top of the hill the home to Mary Louise. The door crept as Ella slipped through the little gap in the old door. The first place we went to was Mary Louise`s bedroom where we found the diary to this beautiful girl the first page of the diary read 12/03/1913…