Personal Narrative: The Haunted House
December 17th 2015; I can remember it vividly, it was a quite cold day and breathing in the brisk, ice touched air made it feel like my lungs were turning into icicles themselves. I got a warm punch in the face as I opened the door that had let out an ear wrenching squeak. Walking up the stairs one by one, while each of them creaked, there was an eerie feeling in the air, and the house that was once filled with laughing and jokes was all the sudden deathly quiet. Deep, dark, and you could even say crisp red was all I could see as I approached the top of the stairwell, all over the floor and splattered on the walls; it was like it had just rained blood over the whole house. My mind began to fill with horrible, heart shattering thoughts
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As I tried to maneuver my body through all of the blood that had accumulated on the floor, I heard a loud gash and all the sudden the screaming that was once coming from my sister had stopped instantly; then what sounded to be a sharp object repeatedly pierced and stabbed for what I counted to be 27 times. Tears began to stream down my face and I started hyperventilating. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and I tried to quiet myself down; the footsteps were getting closer and I crawled my way into the room in front of me, which happened to be the bathroom. The tub was overflowing and what seemed to be blood was dripping out of it beneath the curtain, I easily opened the curtain, but I slipped into the bloody tub, landing on what felt to be …show more content…
I could hear the footsteps running up behind me and I crooked my head that way; it was my father, he was covered in blood holding a knife in one hand and a needle in the other. Tears wouldn't stop pouring out of my bloodshot eyes, I tried screaming, but nothing wasn't coming out, I tried getting on my feet as I stumbled my way down the stairs and out the door into the frosty air, which by then felt refreshing. I stopped outside the front door trying to process everything that was happening at that time, my breath was leaving my mouth in clouds into the stale air, I then felt a sharp sting in my neck, and dropped to the hard grass. Looking directly over me into my eyes was my
As I tried to maneuver my body through all of the blood that had accumulated on the floor, I heard a loud gash and all the sudden the screaming that was once coming from my sister had stopped instantly; then what sounded to be a sharp object repeatedly pierced and stabbed for what I counted to be 27 times. Tears began to stream down my face and I started hyperventilating. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and I tried to quiet myself down; the footsteps were getting closer and I crawled my way into the room in front of me, which happened to be the bathroom. The tub was overflowing and what seemed to be blood was dripping out of it beneath the curtain, I easily opened the curtain, but I slipped into the bloody tub, landing on what felt to be …show more content…
I could hear the footsteps running up behind me and I crooked my head that way; it was my father, he was covered in blood holding a knife in one hand and a needle in the other. Tears wouldn't stop pouring out of my bloodshot eyes, I tried screaming, but nothing wasn't coming out, I tried getting on my feet as I stumbled my way down the stairs and out the door into the frosty air, which by then felt refreshing. I stopped outside the front door trying to process everything that was happening at that time, my breath was leaving my mouth in clouds into the stale air, I then felt a sharp sting in my neck, and dropped to the hard grass. Looking directly over me into my eyes was my