Scary story short essay

I grab my overstuffed duffel bag from the boot and race toward the fence leading to the beach. The grey rocks are splattered a creamy-yellow with near-sprouting lichen. Under them are the brightly colored, orange-brown weeds, with white sand sprayed across the water and rocks. You could see the water all the way to the bottom, as clear as light viridescent bottle-glass. If you looked closely, you could see starfish and sea-urchins sleeping lazily on the wide pieces of flowery pink coral. I paused for a second to breathe in the sea breeze, the seaweed and the salty sting of the water in the air. I couldn’t wait any longer. I leaped into the ocean. The icy water froze the toes that had been warm just a second ago and the water swallowed my head as I dove down. I could taste the bittersweet, salty, cold water running down my throat and I came up for air, not wanting more water being accidentally swallowed. I could hear the water smashing against the yellow-white sand, the joyful squeals of small children and adults as they watched their kids have fun, and the soft swishes of my feet in the water. Suddenly I started to shiver. It was too cold in the water. I hopped out and raced toward my mum, who was setting up the umbrella and towel. The hot ray of sun slammed onto my freezing body and my drenched hair slapped against my wet back while the hot sand squelched in between my soaked toes. After eating a delicious lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches, I stood up. It was time to go exploring. I ventured into the forest that lay beyond the beach. I stopped suddenly and gasped. Lying on the smooth green grass was a rowboat, streaked with layers of dirt and made of aging wood. The paint swirled off the boat like carrot peelings. It didn’t look like it deserved to be sailed by anyone, but it was too late. I hopped enthusiastically into the boat after pushing it near the water’s edge. I sailed out far on the ocean, bobbing on the sun-dotted water, my eyes locked on the skyline, where blue met blue.

?27th Thursday 2013
Haunted House

It was the first day of autumn, not even a month away from my birthday I was quite excited as it was my 16th birthday. My parents decided to move house again, as they didn’t like the neighbourhood. The new house we moved in seems very interesting and very old. My new bedroom was in the attic.
Very excited, I went to unpack my stuff. Soon as I entered in the house I had a feeling that I was not welcome, but I ignored it. I had the impression that this house is our ‘paradise’ everything was so fascinating and incredible until one night. I had my cup of hot chocolate in my hand and I decided to go to my bedroom to sleep because I was exhausted after school. That night the room felt really cold so I brought an extra blanket. It felt even weirder in the attic than any other room in the house. I woke up several times at night barely able to breathe, with my blankets wrapped tightly around me.  I was confused. I kept seeing shadows out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I would look directly at them, they would disappear.  All the lights were flashing, and I could hear weird voices surrounding me. When in front of me appeared an old woman. My hands started shaking, I tried to pull my blanket over me, but then everything suddenly stopped. My brother told me before that at night whenever he would get up to go to the bathroom or put on a T-shirt he would feel someone tap his shoulder, now I knew what he was talking about. The next day I woke up and the whole room was rotating, I had a terrible headache. I walked down the creaking steps holding the railing firmly to make sure I didn’t fall. I flicked the light switch on and made myself some tea to calm down.
I drank the first cup of tea and decided to make some more. I was just about to pour in the boiling water, when I felt something as cool as ice rest on my shoulder; it sent chills through me. Just to the right of me was the same women I...

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