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6 Reasons Why My House is Haunted

1) When we first had housemates, they were a spiritualist (person who communicates with the dead, or tries to summon them) named Crow and her son, Zander. Crow held séances (attempts to communicate with spirits) and had decorated her room with these cool crystals. Anyway, they had held the séances in our house and I believe that they had forgotten to bring the spirits back to the Underworld or whatever, because after they moved, strange things started happening.

2) There is a ‘murder closet’ in our house. It’s a small room we found that isn’t very noticeable, with a tiny door. It has hasty splashes of red paint (or blood) on the walls and floor. And it had scratches and writing on the walls. It’s really creepy.

3) When we got new housemates, the girl, Briana, saw a ‘dark, hooded figure’ when she was alone in the kitchen. This led her to believe that it’s name was Fredrick and he was haunting my closet.

4) On the night of December 9, 2013, while I was watching a show on my iPod, my bass (the instrument, not the fish) randomly fell down. That same night, but hours later, my older sister heard a large crash from her room, but everyone was asleep by then.

5) There are strange tapping noises in the night, pots and pans rattle for no reason, our electricity goes nuts and I think I hear voices from my supposedly haunted closet.

6) My older sister had attempted séances, excercisms, and even poured a whole box of sea salt in my closet,but nothing is working.

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Thunderstone

This is a Thunderstone (from Pokémon) I drew on an app called Paper 53. For those who do not know, a Thunderstone is a special stone that is used to evolve a certain Pokémon. The only eligible Pokémon that can evolve are Pikachu, Eevee, and Eelektrik. It was sort of hard to draw it, because on my free version of Paper 53, it has a very limited number of colors, which does not include green (the right color of a Thunderstone), which kind of sucked. Instead, I had to settle for sea green and teal. I think it worked out great.

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The Day of the Doctor

I am watching the first, second and third seasons of Doctor Who, wrapped up in my comforter from my room that I brought downstairs. It is about 34 degrees outside, and my fingers are getting numb, because I am attempting to play Minecraft on my iPad and I can not play it with my hands inside the blanket. My older sister, Kenna, and our housemate, Briana, are playing Scrabble while watching the Doctor save Rose. Again. They are giving each other extra points if they spell out a word that is Doctor Who related.

I think we might be taking the viewing of the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary show too seriously. For instance, I am wearing my 11th Doctor costume from Halloween (with a fez!!). Briana has a 9th Doctor jacket, a TARDIS shirt, and the 4th Doctor’s scarf. Kenna is wearing my fez and has a shirt that reads,”THE ANGELS HAVE THE PHONE BOX”. Tess has a shirt that says,”You Never Forget Your First Doctor”. I’m the only one in full costume. Also, we sent our mother to get fish fingers, custard, Jelly Babies, and cashews (Because it turns out that today is also National Cashew Day).

I am ending this post now because I can’t feel my fingers.

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Beauty and the Beef

The gentle knocking at the large, oaken door startled the prince, but only for a second. He got up, quietly, and made his way to the doors.

The visitor knocked again, more urgently this time.

The prince, with his great strength, pulled open the mighty, heavy door to see a shady figure wrapped in rags.The figure, with a ragged female voice, asked for shelter in the storm that was now apon them. The prince had not noticed the heavy sheets of sleet and rain pounding outside, for he was too busy with his endless boredom, trying to balance a pin on a crooked table. It had not worked so far.

He gazed into the woods that surrounded his home, the thick trees that had lived for hundreds of years, then looked back at the woman. Without notice, he ripped off the hood that revealed an old woman, with her white hair in a knot, sunken cheeks, and dark bags under her eyes.

And he started to laugh.

Strong, deep laughter echoed in the damp stone hall, so strong that it broke the old woman’s heart, stomping it flat into splinters.

But with every laugh, she became angrier, and angrier until she started shouting a curse, a curse that would doom the young prince forever, but at the last moment, she took pity.

And tweaked the curse a bit.

Now, a greenish yellow cloud appeared from her pointed finger, and like a snake, it coiled around the prince like an anaconda to its prey. Instead of the humor, fear as cold as stone replaced it, and a single scream escaped his lips before he kneeled over. A strange sensation overpowered him, along with the smell of grass and milk. The odd combination of the two comforted him.

The old woman had transformed too, and instead of an ancient, hunched lady, a beautiful young woman appeared. With curly, dark hair, skin as pale as snow and long, red nails, she outdid the old woman. She glared at the prince and nodded, satisfied, then disappeared in a flash of rose-colored light.

The prince reached out his hand, willing her to come back, but no one came. He clenched his fist, vowing that if he ever saw her again, he would give the order to throw her in jail.

But his fist did not clench.

In horror, he got a good look at his hand.

And screamed.

But what came out of his lips, frozen with fear

was a surprised ‘MOO!’

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Wizard Academy

Last weekend, my dad’s brother, David, came from Missouri to visit.

I had never met my famous Uncle David. Actually, I had never met any family from my dad’s side. All I know is that his mother, father and sister had died, and his brother had had 3 wives and a new girlfriend. (When I had heard this, I had suspected him of being an axe murder. Turns out, be was only looking for love, but in all the wrong places.)

When I meet someone I had never known before, I try to avoid them as much as possible. Uncle David was no exception, but it was difficult to navigate around him in our tiny kitchen when he was making some weird fruit dessert and I was making my infamous potatoes. He tried to make small talk with me and my sisters at dinner, but we mostly mumbled and laughed at the appropriate times.

On the day before he was to leave on a 12-hour drive back to Missouri, we drove an hour to Driftwood, a city nearby. Driftwood was apparently famous for The Salt Lick, this huge BBQ restaurant that I had never heard of. The trip there was long and boring, and I had politely left my iPad at home, in case David wanted to talk.

He didn’t.

That was an hour of my life filled with uncomfortable silence that I will never get back.

The food at The Salt Lick was good, but I don’t think it was worth the drive. On the way home, I was looking out the window for entertainment. Then I saw it.

The sign that changed my perspective of the whole world.

A sign that read ‘Wizard Academy’.

So of course, we had to go there. We followed this long, dark trail with trees everywhere. There were strange lights that flickered among the mossy wilderness, fireflies. Then we saw it, the other sign.

According to Harry Potter, wizards can’t use technology of any kind.

Well, this sign was lit up with florescent lights, so it must not be Hogwarts.

But I took a picture anyways and went home.

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Halloween Front Porch

This is something I had made up for the ‘Halloween Front Porch’ assignment in Mrs. Kriese’s class.

You are walking, your legs moving against your will, to that door, that awful door hidden in the shadows.
You know which door.
The one where monsters, your worst fears pop up behind in your dreams
Those nightmares where everything is crumbling into darkness.
And you are walking towards it.

Every step gets faster and faster, finally into a blur, yet, the air has turned into thick syrup, making your movements slow.
You want to scream, need to shriek, to get someone, anyone’s attention.
But you can’t.
Your mouth, arms, fingers are frozen with immense fear.
The only thing you can do is watch in horror.

The browning, dead grass, the wind whipping your clothes, everything about this night scares you.
You start to age, the years piling up on your shoulders like weights and you are sweating, thinking about what lies before you, behind the wooden door with the brass knocker and peeling paint.

But soon, your thoughts become still.
Because you’ve reached the door.

And knocked.

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Dark

In a dark, dark world
There was a dark, dark land
And in that dark, dark land,
There was a dark, dark town
And in that dark, dark town,
There was a dark, dark house
And in that dark, dark house
There was a dark, dark room
And in that dark, dark room
There was a dark, dark closet
And in that dark, dark closet
There was a dark, dark coat
And in that dark, dark coat
There was a dark, dark pocket
And in that dark, dark pocket,
There was a twisted, twisted spoon

This is a story my sister made up (I think). Usually, the ending goes different though. We try to make it so it would make the others laugh. There have been pink jelly beans, a sonic screwdriver, the god of all muffins, a few mice and once even another universe in that dark, dark pocket. Now we tell it to our cousins whenever we see them.

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Preposition Poem

Hidden behind the countless trees
Near a dry creek bed
In front a small, murky pool
Next to the connecting small waterfall
Past the damp leaf pile
With a shallow cave nearby
A coyote

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Beaker Ode To Joy

We are learning ‘Ode to Joy’ in orchestra. Although we do not have breaking glasses, violins catching on fire or screaming Muppets, it sounds more or less like this.

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Cheesecake

 
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Photo Credit: James via Compfight

 

Recently, my twin sister made a cheesecake. Not just any cheesecake, but a peanut butter cheesecake with chocolate graham cracker crust and peanut butter chips inside. It gets really boring waiting for the cheesecake your dreams to come out of the oven at your dads house. Forty-five minutes was way too much time for my precious cheesecake to bake. I had to live with it, though.

After watching 45 minutes of TV, I heard the timer go off. I swear, I could hear angles singing right then. My sister took it out of the oven and put it into the refrigerator to cool. For 3 hours. I was unaware of the time, because I had gotten very involved with the TV. Before I knew it, though, we had to go back to my moms house. My dad wrapped up the treasure in tinfoil and we drove it 15 blocks to my moms house. We told our mom about the cheesecake, and of course I wanted to devour it right away, but sadly, we had to eat dinner.

Dinner had gone slow, for my mom made one I didn’t like. My much older sister was the only one who ate it and liked it. After dinner, I had totally forgotten about the cheesecake and started to head to my room. Thankfully, my mom hadn’t forgotten pulled the pie out of the refrigerator. I think I heard angels singing right then too. I sat down again and used a knife to cut it into 8 slices. We ate 4 immediately and then went back to our rooms. The angels were still singing to that point.

The next morning, my sister had the best idea she had ever had in ages. My sisters, our housemate and I ate the remaining 4 slices of heaven for breakfast.

 

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