Question

Write an essay about somthing spooky that happend to you.

Answer 1

Answer:

I still remember that dark and gloomy night. it was raining heavily outside. As I was scared to sleep alone in my room, my mother stayed with me till I fell asleep.

Then suddenly a strange noise woke me up. I found myself alone in the room. I gathered courage and opened my eyes to look through the window. The only thing I saw was a strange shadow dancing near my window with its eyes wide open. I started screaming with fear.

My parents came running to my room and found me crying. When they asked me, I told them about the strange noise and the shadow.

After listening to my story, my father looked out the window and started laughing. He hugged me and holding my hands brought me near the window. I was still very scared to look through the window.

Gathering courage, I opened my eyes and looked. What I saw, made me laugh too. It was the old tree outside my window. Its branches were making the noise because of the strong winds outside, and its leaves were forming the dancing shadows. As for the eyes, they belonged to an owl sitting on the tree!

I felt very foolish. I promised my parents that I would be braver and stronger in future.

Explanation:

Answer 2

During the Halloween season, one popular activity is to visit a haunted house. As a child, some of my earliest and most frightening memories happened in a haunted house at Halloween.

So, let me take you inside a real haunted house. This short story also gives you vocabulary and idioms for describing something scary.

We begin as many scary stories have: It is a dark and stormy night.

You walk alone down a desolate street. The rain has been falling steadily all night and is only getting worse. You are soaked to the bone and need to get out of the rain.

Then you see a house. “Thank heavens!” you say out loud. But at second glance, your relief is chilled by the look of the place.

It's dark. Only a lone street lamp casts a dim, yellow light on the sad features of the house. It looks as if no one has lived here for many years. The windows are broken. An old, ripped curtain blows from a third-story window.

Now, you remember where you are.This house is from your childhood. Neighborhood kids talked of ghosts, from a family long dead, walking through the house at night.

The front yard is tangled with overgrown weeds and vines. A pathway lined with broken stones leads to an old house.