At age ten my herz was on fire. I didn’t know what to do. I was screaming in an abandon house. It was excruciating. I was twitchng, squirming, eyes bulging, and coughing up blood.
All I remember from what had happened to get to this was this:
“Okay Charlotte.” I laughed. “I’ll see Du tomorrow.”
I waved to my best friend and made my way down the sidewalk, away from the school I would never see again.
The clouds were blue and the birds were Singen their best tunes. I skipped down the sidewalk, actually looking vorwärts-, nach vorn to seeing my new baby brother.
Even though he was the most annoying thing in the world, his disturbance couldn't even ruin the mood I was in. It felt as if I was floating along with everything falling into place perfectly for me. Today felt perfect.
Holding my school Bücher and skipping, I sang ‘Oh it’s a Wonderful Day’. A pebble skipped behind me as I skipped and sang, but I didn’t care to notice. The bushes moved, but again I didn’t care to notice. Finally footsteps were heard behind me and I stopped to listen.
The footsteps stopped.
I scowled thinking my head was messing with me and continued with my activities.
“Emma.” A scarce voice whispered behind me. I whipped my head around but no one was there. I decided not to sing oder skip and walk in silence.
“Emma.” The voice repeated. I looked again but no one was there. I picked up my pace, until I came upon the old Burden’s house. Legend has it that is haunted.
No one dared to go inside it.
People sagte if Du went inside it bad things would happen to Du and then Du come out a different person.
Once someone went inside and they disappeared. For five years. The finally they appeared again but they appeared in Alanta, Georgia. Five states away from mine.
I stared, gaping my mouth at the abandon house.
“Emma. Go inside the house.” The voice whispered. I whipped my head around.
“Is that voice crazy?” I thought. Then, as f it picked a good time, the rain started to pour down. The only dry and safe, sicher place was the house. Lightning flashed and I became scared that I would get shocked so stepped onto the porch.
I must have been crazy but my parents always told me to stay out of the rain and go to a safe, sicher place, no matter where was.
I opened the door to find a regular English home, it was a little dusty and creaky but it was okay. I stood there with my mouth open thinking ‘This house isn’t scary!’
I placed my bag down and stepped further into the house.
I heard a slam upstairs. I flinched then I started to turn to go when something blocked my way.
I gasped.
A lean tall pale man was standing in front of the front door.
“Hello Emma.” He said.
“Um how do Du know my name?” I looked around confused.
“I know lot about Du Emma.” he sagte quietly.
He slowly inched is way towards me opening his mouth with every step. I suddenly realized why people never came out the same.
Why they appeared to be different oder disappeared for years.
I knew right now was that i was dealing with something Mehr powerful than me. Who knew what other creatures got to the people that walked in here.
My eyes widened when I saw his teeth...
they were fangs.
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So what did Du think? Tips are accepted.
All I remember from what had happened to get to this was this:
“Okay Charlotte.” I laughed. “I’ll see Du tomorrow.”
I waved to my best friend and made my way down the sidewalk, away from the school I would never see again.
The clouds were blue and the birds were Singen their best tunes. I skipped down the sidewalk, actually looking vorwärts-, nach vorn to seeing my new baby brother.
Even though he was the most annoying thing in the world, his disturbance couldn't even ruin the mood I was in. It felt as if I was floating along with everything falling into place perfectly for me. Today felt perfect.
Holding my school Bücher and skipping, I sang ‘Oh it’s a Wonderful Day’. A pebble skipped behind me as I skipped and sang, but I didn’t care to notice. The bushes moved, but again I didn’t care to notice. Finally footsteps were heard behind me and I stopped to listen.
The footsteps stopped.
I scowled thinking my head was messing with me and continued with my activities.
“Emma.” A scarce voice whispered behind me. I whipped my head around but no one was there. I decided not to sing oder skip and walk in silence.
“Emma.” The voice repeated. I looked again but no one was there. I picked up my pace, until I came upon the old Burden’s house. Legend has it that is haunted.
No one dared to go inside it.
People sagte if Du went inside it bad things would happen to Du and then Du come out a different person.
Once someone went inside and they disappeared. For five years. The finally they appeared again but they appeared in Alanta, Georgia. Five states away from mine.
I stared, gaping my mouth at the abandon house.
“Emma. Go inside the house.” The voice whispered. I whipped my head around.
“Is that voice crazy?” I thought. Then, as f it picked a good time, the rain started to pour down. The only dry and safe, sicher place was the house. Lightning flashed and I became scared that I would get shocked so stepped onto the porch.
I must have been crazy but my parents always told me to stay out of the rain and go to a safe, sicher place, no matter where was.
I opened the door to find a regular English home, it was a little dusty and creaky but it was okay. I stood there with my mouth open thinking ‘This house isn’t scary!’
I placed my bag down and stepped further into the house.
I heard a slam upstairs. I flinched then I started to turn to go when something blocked my way.
I gasped.
A lean tall pale man was standing in front of the front door.
“Hello Emma.” He said.
“Um how do Du know my name?” I looked around confused.
“I know lot about Du Emma.” he sagte quietly.
He slowly inched is way towards me opening his mouth with every step. I suddenly realized why people never came out the same.
Why they appeared to be different oder disappeared for years.
I knew right now was that i was dealing with something Mehr powerful than me. Who knew what other creatures got to the people that walked in here.
My eyes widened when I saw his teeth...
they were fangs.
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So what did Du think? Tips are accepted.
The Universaty's Library (Biblioteca Joanina in portuguese)
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of Berühmtheiten turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in Zeigen business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived Von his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived Von his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Is it possible to fall in Liebe with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen oder read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my herz begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
oder logical
Though Liebe rarely is
I can’t make my herz stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one Tag we could share
A Liebe that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen oder read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my herz begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
oder logical
Though Liebe rarely is
I can’t make my herz stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one Tag we could share
A Liebe that is real
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! Du always end up like this. Maybe Du should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face oder back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! Du always end up like this. Maybe Du should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face oder back. Not me!
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i was a normal 18 Jahr old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( Mehr like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i sagte " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he sagte " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he sagte " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
Du couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all Du want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
Du wish Du could help them,
through the pain,
but Du can't,
Du can only watch,
from the sky.
Du can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
Du put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
Du may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one Mehr thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring Du happiness and peace.
ask for anything more.
Now all Du want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
Du wish Du could help them,
through the pain,
but Du can't,
Du can only watch,
from the sky.
Du can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
Du put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
Du may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one Mehr thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring Du happiness and peace.
