1. Write the opening to a story called Spirits. In your writing, create a sense of mystery and suspense.
I have never had such an experience like this before, maybe a few sudden chills whenever I enter a funeral home or hospital, but never like this. In the beginning things would be moved out of place, a cold sensation on my face before I went to bed, or I felt like I was being watched. I would be in the shower and I would feel like if someone was behind me as I closed my eyes. My diary would be open when I distinctly remembered that it was closed and on my bookshelf. These experiences soon progressed more into things moving on their own in my presence, and soon these events spiraled out of control until it started affecting my school and love life. I realize that I am probably saying these things out of proportion, I’ll start from the beginning.
My name is Scarlet, and before all of this I had a normal life, normal school, normal friends, normal house, and normal parents so it is unclear why this happened. I guess you could say that my life was perfect. The only devastating thing that happened to me was the death of my grandma but I know that she is not connected to what has been going on in my life, and besides she has been dead for a year. I am usually not one that would believe in the supernatural, and these experiences that I had been through sound like something that should be part of a horror film. The events that had been going on had been occurring for almost a month now and I really want it to stop. I had no idea how this can happen to me, I had never hurt anyone or started some satanic cult! The worst part out of all of this is that no one believes me, especially my parents, they just think that I’m stressed out about school. I won’t even get started with my friends, they would probably laugh at me if I tell them.
I won’t consider myself as one of the popular people so let’s just say that I’m mostly nice to everyone, and yes I have had a few boyfriends. The last boyfriend that I had was about a week ago, but with what’s going on in my life it is impossible. For starters when I was with my last boyfriend Jimmy I would try to get ready for our date but my makeup would be destroyed and some of my favorite clothes. I don’t have any siblings so that is impossible for them to destroy my stuff except before I was born my mom told me that she had a stillborn. When I walked into my bathroom I saw the most horrifying site.
On the bathroom mirror were the words “beautiful” sprawled to what appeared to be in crimson blood, it looked wet and shiny like fresh blood. I stood there quivering with fear, and my already pale complexion looked like a ghostly white color. Then I tried to snap out of my fear and I went to go get my cell phone because I heard Jimmy calling me, and when I got back the words were gone. All that was left was my broken crimson colored lipstick that I planned to wear for Jimmy. I know that I was not imagining this, what I saw was real. My date with Jimmy was a disaster. Just as we were about to kiss I heard a screaming sensation in my ear as if a thousand crying souls were on a satanic rant and then I started screaming. After that Jimmy was too freaked out to talk to me and he would not return any of my calls. When he left me he had a sallow color to his face as if he saw the devil himself.
Whenever a boy would even try to flirt with me something would happen that would make him turn away. During my first class I sit by the window, and once when I was bored out of my mind during AP Chemistry I saw a boy outside the window on the street. I couldn’t see him very well but he appeared to be smiling and waving at me, he looked incredibly familiar to me, and just as I was about to squint to get a better look a bus came in and took him out, and then I screamed.
Carnival (focus on colors and sounds)
A cloudless, cerulean sky framed the landscape of festivities with cheer and a jolly forecast of the day’s events. Below, the carnival guests were just beginning to trickle in through the entrance, excitable and expectant of a fun-filled event. Children tugged on their parents’ sleeves, pleading to see the animals already and growing irritable and cranky under the heat of the consistent sun. Pleasant, heavenly aromas of cotton candy, popcorn, and deeply fried foods wafted through the air and into the noses of its hunger-starved occupants. There was an exceptional abundance of elephant ears.
Crimson tents, each with its own elaborate decoration of vivid stars and moons and swirls, had been pitched upon the soil; this was to be where the shows would entertain the temperance of those who needed a break in the cool shade from all the hustle and bustle and pushing and shoving of the crowds. Cages, covered by draping scarlet, lemon, and emerald sheets to hide its inhabitants, were set up all over the terrain, with carnival attendants waiting dutifully to pull it off in dramatic fashion and reveal its contained inhabitants.
Impatient with the wait time, children clawed at their mother’s dresses and hung off their necks, desperate to see some action. Impatient with their children, fathers roared at their litter of troublemaking tykes in an aggressive yet effectual way to silence them. Impatient with their impatience, mothers growled at both parties, warned them that they were stampeding on her parade, and settled them with a single predatory glare.
The upbeat and lively tunes of fair music began cranking from unseen speakers, alerting the herd of guests that their experience was about to begin. Bugles sounded and an announcer’s booming voice crackled,” Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, your day at the Uman Emberi Carnival is about to begin! Whether you have an elephant’s appetite or that of a teeny mouse, please be certain to check out our deliciously delectable food booths. Or if you like to live a little more on the wild side, direct your fancies to the East end of our park where you will find an unprecedented array of the best roller coasters, rides, and thrills we have to offer. We all know what you’re really waiting for though, so, without further ado, may I present to you, the animals!”
Whoosh! went the scarlet and lemon and emerald sheets as the posted workers removed them from the cages, presenting the audience with a view of the creatures behind the metal bars. These animals were of the average-sized, nearly hairless variety, ranging in colors from white to tan to dark brown. They were unlike anything the carnival attendees had ever seen, opting to walk on two legs like a bird, yet sharing more similarities with their four-limbed mammal cousins, some of them even seeming to sport lion’s manes. Some of them grasped the bars tightly and howled while others curled into reclusive balls in the far corners, unwilling to participate in this mad display of their originality within the animal kingdom.
“How ugly,” a disgusted buffalo mumbled.
“How savage,” a wolf sneered.
“I think they’re cool,” one of her pups sniffed indignantly, believing full well that his opinion was correct.
“How a creature of such weak and weird proportions ever survived this long, I don’t understand,” a giraffe grumbled.
“They may not be very pretty to look at, but these creatures are sure to be fun to watch! Head over to our large show tents to enjoy their antics as they cartwheel, roll, and follow orders without fail before your very eyes! Or perhaps pay to feed them a cup of their healthy and nutritious grains – they love it! Only 50 cents a cup!” the announcer added on enthusiastically.
Write the opening to a story called Spirits. In your writing, create a sense of mystery and suspense.
I was not sure if this was a good idea… or just plain terrible. Not one aspect of it seemed right. Yet here I was, confined in this house for one night. I recently moved to the neighborhood about three weeks ago, and everything seemed nice… but this one house. Everyone seemed nice and welcoming, they answered all the questions I asked with ease. In exception for one topic that seemed to horrify everyone greatly: the place I am currently in. The residence was simple, made with snow white wood and shaped like those you read in the literature classics. It was old and wear down, and from the various clues I gathered from the neighbors, haunted by a horrific past.
What made me decide to come this one night and search the house? In all honesty, I had no reason at all. Curiosity won over my fear, and I realized that the only way to know if this place lives up to its reputation is real is to experience it myself. The living room was huge, with grape colored old furniture decorating its center. Why is there still furniture here? Does someone live here? The living room smelled like rust and old rubber, and there was absolutely no light coming in. Luckily, I was prepared and bought a flashlight. If there is one thing to know about supposed haunted house that is to bring a flashlight. There was dust everywhere. In the furniture, in the floor, in the roof, and even the air. I could not think straight with all the dust that stuck on my face. I moved stealthily into the kitchen and next thing you know, BAM, the kitchen door shut in front of me. I jumped because of my surprise and let out a quick but sharp scream. How did that happen? Was it the wind? Was it automatic? A ghost? My mind was thinking of many idiotic conclusions. Any person with a right mind would have panic and left the house at one. But not me. Yes I might be scared, but I have a purpose, and I will achieve it.
I was never the type of person to get along with peers from school. Many thought I was just too complex to befriend. In solitary I had fun with my imaginary friends that had odd shapes of two mixed animals, since they were nicer than the real life ones. I had always wanted to just leave this world and enter a place where all my imaginary friends were real. Perhaps that would be the only thing that will make me the happiest person alive. It wasn’t like I did not have any friends, there was one soul that had the courage to befriend me. He was peculiar kid, always thinking of weird and out of this world ideas. He used to tell me he can talk to ghost, and like any commoner, I did not believe him. His unusual obsession with the dead interested me, though. He used to say he will call spirits at night and talk to them. He swore on his beloved mother that they were real and to do something. I asked him what was that ‘something’, but he would not utter a word. Instead, he will panic and try to change the subject. He told me that ‘something’ never must be told, for it was something too evil for this world. Until this day, I still do not know his hidden little secret.
In fact, he told me that if I wanted to know, then coming to this house might be the solution. Maybe that is the real reason I was here. Maybe I actually believed him. Especially now that it seems something is keeping me trapped in this residence. The air was too cool here… beyond normal. My mind cannot focus and I am afraid I might as well faint. As I walked deep into the kitchen I noticed a dark wine red liquid in the floor. Blood? No it cannot be! Oh get me out of this place! I panicked and ran as fast as I could towards the kitchen door. That is when I noticed I was locked inside.
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