Free Write - The Scariest Place
Take 10 minutes and begin to write about the scariest place you know. The place can be real or fictional. Our writing emphasis is on describing the place - precisely. Or "Warm Up" page 135 of the book.
Take a page to paint a picture of this place in words. Use mainly nouns and verbs, a minimum of adjective and adverbs. Invent the details. Remember smells, tastes, and textures as part of the atmosphere. Where is this? What has happened here? What is the effect of the weather on the scene?
The scariest place I know is the spooky place in Nationwide Children's Hospital in Columbus, Ohio. When I was in the hospital at a young age, there was this cafe in the hospital that I would refuse to go to. It was dark and was down a flight of stairs. On the wall there was a painting of a child that resembeled the lady from The Scream pairing. The colors of the wall were beige and grey. No bright color anywhere. As you would walk towards the stairs it would get darker and a chill would touch your skin. It was frightening to look at or even think of. Shivers would rake my body whenever I would pass the cafe and glance at it. As you would walk past it, the painting of the little boy's eyes would follow you as you went, almost begging you to come touch him. It is still frightening to think of now when I am older. I can never get the feelings or image of the spooky place out of my mind.
ReplyDeleteI don’t think it necessarily the place that makes it scary but rather who we have to survive the place. To me the scariest place is a place where I don’t have my family and close friends. That would be a world of torture and one of many scary nights. Who would I talk too? Who would I confide in? A world with none of the people I care and love for is the scariest place
ReplyDeleteThe first thing that comes to my mind when I think of the scariest place I know is the McKamey Manor. I have never been here, nor do I intend to ever go here, but it is a pretty well known "haunted house", in the United States. Located in Tennessee, it is possibly the most extreme and violent haunted attraction, that people willingly go to, that has ever existed. What almost looks like a run down mansion on the outside, the inside was designed to look like a torture chamber filled with people dressed in costume inflicting terrible and painful torture on the willing participants who try to make their way through the entire manor for a $20,000 prize, but everyone has failed. The employees are allowed to assault participants, waterboard them, force them to eat and drink unknown substances, tie them up, drug them, pull out their teeth, shave their heads, and many other kinds of physical and psychological torment. I have no idea why anyone would ever legally agree to put themselves through this sort of torment for the unlikely chance of receiving the cash prize.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place i know is my middle school church’s basement. As you go down the stairs you hear the loud creaks that echo throughout the concrete walls. Once you hit the ground a wave of cold air hits you as something starts to feel off. I remember it as smelling like there had been a hundred people lying dead in the corner. You could practically taste the dust floating in the air when you breathed in. I usually had to walk to the back to find the candles to get ready for mass. Passing all of the creepy nun gowns that you swore someone was hiding behind, I finally found the candles. They felt waxy and smooth on my fingers which was a sense of relief. After finding them, I immediately ran upstairs, hearing my school shoes thump against the hard ground as I ran. After hearing precisely 23 creaks, i finally made it up the stairs. I was free again. -Kate Henderson
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I can think of is Lake Superior. Lake Superior is one of Michigan's great lakes. This one is the most northern, deepest, and coldest lake out of the five. Now when you first think of Lake Superior you may not think that it is that scary, but along with the scariest lake it is also known for the many ships that have sunk it in. When a storm passes over the lake the waves get so big it is like the ocean. The currents become so strong that you don’t have a chance for survival. On a windy day in Lake Michigan sometimes the waves get so big you can surf them so I can’t imagine how bad Lake SUperior's waves can be.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I’ve ever heard of is the McKamey manor in Tennessee. I first heard about this place in middle school, thinking it’s just a normal haunted house that happens to be popular. I then heard the most gruesome details about his haunted house. Right from the beginning, you have to be a twenty one year old adult that has to sign a forty page waiver to even be decided to compete in this house. Although you win 200,000 dollars for competing it, you also lose your sanity. Through the whole experience, the employees of the haunted house verbally harass you and will try to make you quit. Since the adult signs the waiver, that means that the adult will be recorded through the whole trip and the workers are allowed to physically touch you. That means there is almost no limits as to what they can do to make you quit. As I was watching YouTube videos about the house, I saw how inhumane they will be just so you don’t win the prize money. I’ve seen people have their teeth pulled, have all of their hair shaved, face their fears with spiders and snakes, and are forced to throw up. The fact that someone decided to make this pathetic house become a reality is vile. From this day, no one has won the competition, although there was an ex military man that finished the competition. The reason he didn’t “win” is because the people don’t even have the money to begin with. All they do is give you a physically and mentally devastating challenge and then scam you out of your money. The man behind the haunted house sees nothing wrong with it, so that’s why i fear this attraction and the guy that created it.
ReplyDeleteHer feet were surrounded by rubble. The dust and smoke stung her eyes. Her shoes are now colored black from the soot. The burnt smell in the air attacked all of her senses. This was a beautiful place once. Laughter used to fill the hall, but now the air hangs stale. She crumbles to her knees, her hands finding left over pictures floating around. Their edges are crisp but she can still make out the photo. A small girl running around the lawn, a boy chasing her. War took many things from many people, and for Anna and the kids in the system, it had now taken their home.
ReplyDeleteThe ocean is the scariest place I know, how much of that dark blue water is unknown. The deepest parts of the ocean, the parts that never see the light of day, that have the animals that look like they would be in a movie. To go swimming out in the ocean past the sand bar where you cannot feel the sand and shells under you feet and knowing that anything you be underneath you is terrifying. The videos you see of the huge deep blue waves during storms, and how far the ocean stretches. The ocean is huge and is just all around a very scary thing if you really think about everything that occurs in the ocean.
ReplyDeleteFor starters, I’m a medium so I can communicate and see spirits and energies. Over the last few years, I have traveled to some of the most haunted places in the United States. My favorite, because of how much evidence I gathered and communicated, is the Conjuring House. I’m sure a lot of people have heard of the house from the movie but there is a lot more behind the original story that most would care to share. Basically, the house is haunted by many different entities, some demonic some not. However, the main resident are what has come to be known as the “7 Dead Soldiers” who are supposedly buried in the walls of the property. When I went there it was a different kind of eerie, my senses were heightened and I felt very overwhelmed with all the energies. One thing that I remember the most is all the children that I saw, and it is said that demonic entities portray themselves as something innocent to be seen as non-threatening. Throughout the overnight hours that I was there, it seemed that all the spirits were being controlled by one specific power. That was the scariest part, the control. The walls are all seeped through with this energy and even from the outside it looks uninviting. With my abilities, it’s very rare for something to truly resonate with me because of how it affected me on a “spook level” as I like to call it but here it was like an beacon that needed someone to hear them and all they were suffering too.
ReplyDeleteChurch is the scariest place to be at night, when its dark and empty. Im not even that religious anymore but when I go in, it just reminds me of a cult. There are bright lights hanging from the ceiling and rows of pews with the Bible. It usually smells like old people, or dust and moth balls. It feels lifeless. Even though we are giving our lives for Christ it feels eerie and dark. And it feels as though I have no purpose. There may be a cross with Christ but it feels that the purpose is empty.
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Dark and scary. Very dry and dirty. Trash everywhere and buildings destroyed. You can smell the dust and can hear everyone’s coughs as they walk by this abandoned building. Not many people come near this area, as it is abandoned and there is nothing there. It seems to have been burned down. I wonder if people lived in there? Or if it was a work building? I hope no one was inside of it when it burned down. The sky is cloudy and gloomy. I can’t tell if its all the smoke on the air, or if its a big storm. There is no color, it is all black and white. It almost looks like there’s a filter over it. I can taste the dust and ash in my mouth as I scope out the scene. I trip over all the fallen branches and leftover decay.
ReplyDeleteThe house on the corner was absolutely stunning. It was a huge structure made of red brick. It was not abandoned, it was not broken, it was not lonely. The family that lived there consisted of a boy, a girl, and a mom and dad. It seemed just perfect. However, the secrets that lay in the foundation were sinister. The girl would fall asleep in her bed and wake up freezing in her dark basement. Doors would slam in the brothers room without him being home. She would go to school aching from bruises and scratches that she had received when sleeping the night before. It was decided. Her and her friends were going to contact whatever presence had occupied her home. They used the board and not only had it worked, it revealed the dark pasts that the structure had possessed. A man who had died from pneumonia, a scientist with a promising future that overdosed, a woman who was murdered. Some spirits were nice, however the majority were angry. This was their home.
ReplyDeletethe scariest place in my opinion that I've heard of is the deepest parts of the ocean. I think this because nobody really knows what is down at the bottom of the ocean, and from pictures that I've seen, its just miles and miles of endless darkness that probably has broken ship parts, trash, and other non safe ocean factors that are down there. Not to mention the different species of wildlife
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place on earth is the catacombs of Paris. There is a popular imagine and story of a photographer going down into the catacombs and not making it out. What makes it so scary to me is that it is dark and narrow tunnels underground that holds many bones which is a terrifying image. There was also a group of people that found a video camera in the tunnels that had a recording of disturbing noises and supposedly the owner of the camera going insane because he was lost and couldn't find his way out. I am a little claustrophobic and the darkness amplifies that so that would be the most scary place on earth for me.
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ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I know is my Preschool classroom. The first time I found myself in class full of strangers my age that I was meant to get along with I tried to run away and find my way home. I remember not being able to comprehend why I was dropped off in that building to play with crayons and listen to the teacher read a childrens book that was duller than my fat head I hadn’t grown into.
History never leaves a place, its forever etched into the walls, the ceilings, the floors. The room had held some of the craziest people Michigan had ever seen. Stains still painted the walls, and thinking about what could have caused them made my stomach turn. No one had been forced to live here in many years, but their spirits still lingered. From one room to another, the temperature never stayed the same. A cold draft with no source made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A second later, my entire body felt scorching. I imagined the patients living here, being trapped here, with no way out. Scratches and claw marks affirmed my beliefs. While I never saw anyone in hospital gowns roaming the halls, I could feel them. A heavy pressure on my shoulders, and the chills down my spine made sure I wan't alone.
ReplyDeleteStale air hits you and your stomach starts to feel nauseated. No one is close to you. Nothing surrounds you but this feeling of overwhelming heartache. It envelops you in its cold clammy hands as you try to pretend you’re too strong to be brought down by it’s force. The wood is weathered, dirt and decay fills your nostrils, and you seem to somehow taste the grime. You don’t have to be told that something horrible happened here in the past; you can feel the lost souls lingering around you in search of closure. Here, that feels impossible. There’s too much history for this place to ever find solace, even at a new dawn.
ReplyDeleteMy dad does real estate and is constantly buying houses to flip or turn into rental properties. I usually do the initial demo and cleaning of these houses. These houses are often on the brink of foreclosure, extremely run down, or even vacant for extended periods of time. He will buy the house and often the former owners will leave majority, if not all, of their belongings. These houses are sometimes time capsules filled with old pictures, magazines, records, and other items that date back to when the house stopped being taken care of. I would consider these houses some of the scariest places that I have been. It is almost eerie to step in to these run down places and see the remainders of someones entire life left to rot and I sometimes feel like the old owners might walk back in any second. When I do this work I am alone which just adds to the chilling atmosphere and creepy feeling that can come with the environment. It looks like the setting of a horror film even though at the point I encounter it, it's just an empty house.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place i have been to would probably be this abandoned building in my home town. No one knows what t once was or why it was abandoned. My first time going there was when I was probably 13 or 14, and at this age I wasn’t exposed to anything like these. I didn’t watch horror movies and anything relative to such. When you first walk in, its just an empty, wide open, pitch black room. The ceiling tiles are falling off, there’s random objects on the floor, clothes, papers, and more of what a young teen should not see. When you walk out of the entry way, you enter a hall filled with different rooms. All are almost ripped apart completely. The rooms are filled with the scent of toxic fumes and i don’t even wanna know what else. The scariest part about this was at the back of the building towards the back lot. You enter a room with chairs in a circle with a children’s toy (from what I remember it looked like a Barbie play set) in the middle of the circle. I have never seen anything like that so I was just absolutely horrified.
ReplyDeleteThere's fire everywhere. Lakes of fire. Even though it is full of fire, it is very dark. All you can hear is screaming. Painful screaming. The smell of burning flesh is overwhelming. And the scariest part is not the place itself, but if you are called here, you experience this fear eternally.
ReplyDeleteIt was desolate. Bleakness was written all over it. Humanity had left a nasty, foul smelling, never leaving, footprint in the middle of something that was once naked and bereft of it. It was something dredged up from the bottom of a swamp when it had been an oasis before, we got our finger wedged in it’s serenity and strangled it until all the pretty air had ran away and all that remained was the scent of rot. Trash grew from mountains on the right, bugs were born from the carcasses on the left. The last remnants of innocent, earthly beauty claws itself away, through the smog of greed and ugly stains of selfishness…
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DeleteThe scariest place that I know of is Chernobyl. A place that will forever be stuck in another time and is a standing testament to the ignorance of mankind. A town of rust and grey that has been engulfed in radiation. A hospital full of radioactive clothes of firefighters that were sacrificed for the fault of another mans choices, where you can still hear their cries of pain through the hallways.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I can think of is the basement of my grandma's house. When they first built their house, before I was born, they ordered the builders to leave the basement unfinished. My grandma saw beauty in the opportunity for her to take part in building the house too. This basement was a doorless wood frame that located itself almost entirely set apart from the rest of the house, sitting next to the back door down a hallway nobody bothered going toward. Years go by, and my grandma never touched the basement. When my mom had my sister and I, my grandma would baby sit us at her house. The basement became a storage area for all of our un-played with toys, old furniture, extra food, and fixtures for the house. There were never any lights installed, no sounds but the ringing of the water heater, and definitely no signs of life down there. Growing up, our grandma took advantage of the fact that we were terrified to go down there as a threaten of punishment if we acted out. The eerie smell, lack of noise, and dismemberment of pieces of walls and ceiling were enough to keep my sister and I in line. When we spent the afternoons at grandma's, my sister and I used to see how close the both of us could get to the basement before one of us turned and ran back to the front of the house. Still, to this day, it is one of the scariest places I can remember, maybe not because it actually instills fear in me at my age now, but because it had always been the place my sister and I avoided at all costs.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I know isn’t an exact location. It’s a time when I used to be someone I can’t recognize now. A place where I was scared of what I was capable of and what I thought I once was. Being so far away from this time, I am able to see how and why this is the scariest place I know. It’s a place I wish upon no one and one I never want to see myself at again. The wrong people, wrong location, and wrong headspace lead to this time being the scariest place I know. Being surrounded by the right people has been something I was never really good at. It was also something I never noticed until well after it was too late. That certain people expressed how genuine they were when in reality, they wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. I am happy I am in a place now where that isn’t the case. That I can look back at that scary place and time and not recognize myself, or any factors leading to the same place.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place i know is not a place but a thought. The thought of being forgotten; the thought of not leaving a big enough impact on those around me to be remembered. The thought of that does create an image in my head. A place that you've been to before at least it feel like you've been there before, a place where you can see for miles and not see anything, a place where there's no color to the sky. That's what i think it like being forgotten.
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DeleteThe church was brightly lit with the natural light of the high risen sun during the day. The blues and peaches of the biblical scenes portrayed in the stained windows colored the otherwise dull brown church pews aligning the center of the building. It was beautiful when you were there with family, friends, neighbors, and even strangers who were passing through the small town just interested in praising God for this week before they made their way through. The echo of the red, brick walls made it sound like the angels were singing with you, or repeating the pastors’ lengthy speeches to make sure you wouldn’t forget them in the days to come. I could smell the sweet wine when it was time to honor the blood of Christ, it seemed to linger in th ear for hours after.
ReplyDeleteBut when you were alone, especially at night, the creaks in the cracked wooden floorboards that occurred after every step, echoing off the chipped brick walls, created the feeling that you were being followed. The crucified Jesus hanging on the wall, bloody and with opened eyes that seemed to track your every movement was enough to make me never leave the pastor’s side when it was time to clean after service.
I hated reaching into the cushioned benches in order to sweep out any crumbs left behind as the loose, black threads made it feel as if insect legs were playing with my fingers, mistaking them for one of their own.
the place that is actually the scariest place i know is actually a place i have never been to before but i refuse to go because of the main fact it looks so scary. the place is called mickey manner and i think its located somewhere in California but it's a haunted house that you have to sign a waiver to go to and they can do anything but kill you. ive seen videos of it and i don't see why people go there in the first place. i hate haunted houses in general with a passion. it looked like something you'd see in a nightmare, to be honest. its dark everywhere you go and it makes me claustrophobic just seeing the videos.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place i know of is the Further from Insideous. The Further is a dark and terrifying place. It is cold, evil and full of dead spirits. There is a fog which is constant there, and can be seen if one carries a flashlight. These spirits look to take and possess the body of any person whose soul went too far into the further. If the spirits find you it causes trouble, so you have to be extremely quiet. There is no weather there because it completely still and pitch black, save for a few buildings. These buildings are significant to the soul which the spirits are trying to attack. To conclude, the Further is not a real place, but if it was, I would never want to visit ever.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I know is the ocean. The unending deeps give me chills just thinking about it. To float in most of our oceans is to float in a void. The seemingly infinite space below you holds more than you can possibly imagine, but it is all out of sight. You look above and see rays of sunlight pierce the water, acting as a secure base you know you will return to shortly. You look below and see emptiness that holds 80% of all life on earth, all behind a barrier of darkness. You are surrounded in blue like an astronaut is surrounded by nothing, just floating there, helplessly.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place that I know is the Whitehall Classroom Building. This building is where hopes, dreams, and GPA's go to die. Most students at the University of Kentucky have to take late-night exams in the building. For these poor students these exams are the beginning to the end of having a GPA above 3.5. As GPA's lower, so does self-confidence, and hopes of getting dream jobs. Moving forward, as soon as a student steps foot in the building, they start to sweat from the humidity. The steps are a pain as well. Students get to enjoy a leg workout on top of an hour and fifteen minute lecture. Once a student walks down to a seat in a lecture hall, moving the seat can be as hard as the class itself. Everybody that is forced to go to the Whitehall Classroom Building never actually wants to go. It is so scary in there that walking out is similar to walking out of a haunted house.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place that I have ever encountered is the haunted woods. I’ve been to a haunted house twice, but the haunted woods I have only been to once. I do not like to be scared or startled, however, when it comes to the Halloween season I am willing to have this experience. The haunted woods surrounded you in a vast open space, and it was dark outside. I did not like not being able to see my surroundings. There were extremely tall trees and you could only move forward. There was no turning back. As I ran through the woods it was decorated with terrifying Halloween decorations. The haunted woods was more scary than the haunted house because it felt more real. Since I was outside in the cold weather, my senses felt like I was having a true experience.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I've encountered is an abandoned house in the woods in my home town. It is rundown, with broken windows and smashed walls, graffiti covering the walls. The living room is massive, but it was scary because you couldn't see the other side of the room in the dark. The stairs were broken and the roof was collapsing in.
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One of the scariest places I know is my cousin's house. Ironically it's also one of my favorite places but my cousins would agree that their house is haunted. They have a large ranch style house with their most of their outside walls being windows. I have spent a lot of nights there babysitting my little cousin and when I'm sitting on the couch I feel like someone is watching me. Not only things like that, but they have caught their dog barking at "nothing" in the hallways, and my little cousin saying there is someone standing behind them. There is also an unfinished crawl space in the basement that has always been a creepy place we steer clear of.
ReplyDeleteThe first thing that comes to mind is the Bobby Mackey's Restaurant, located in Wilder, Ky. My mom and I were just talking about how we both never want to go there. It's about 20 minutes from the town I lived in. The stories that I heard about that place was enough to keep me away for good. Legend has it that in the basement, theres a giant hole in the ground. Nickname "gate to hell". Prior to the restaurant, it was slaughter house.... There is never a night that goes by that something does not happen. Even the travel channel has something to say about the place.
ReplyDeleteDisaster. This is a word that we use to describe events that occur that cause great damage. September 30th a day where so many Florida citizens will never forget because of the terrible hurricane that swept in and destroyed their homes. What once used to be such a vibrant town filled with joy, laughter and so many lights and color is now left in shambles with debris and misfortune every where. You used to be able to walk outside and smell the salt in the air, feel the cool ocean breeze flowing through your hair and hear the happiness flooding the streets. Now, you can still smell the salt in the air, but this time it burns your nose. The cool ocean breeze is now so cold it stops you in your tracks and you are reminded of where you are. There is no more happiness flooding the streets there is only water so high you can not longer touch the ground. There is no color on any of the building they are dull and in despair. Florida what once was now as the sunshine state is now under a grey cloud of darkness.
ReplyDeleteWhen my friends and i were younger we would go to this abandoned factory building near our houses, since there isn’t much to do in our hometown. It’s a 4 story building with a basement. Looking back on this now i have no idea why we thought it was a safe/good idea to do this. The building smelled of chemicals and had a heavy humid feel. All the walls had graffiti on them, majority of which was some creepy phrases and images. The building was completely falling apart, half of the walls torn down and debris all over the ground. The basement was the worst part, the chemical smell got so more more intense as we walked down the stairs. The factory closes down because someone died there.
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ReplyDeleteLight seeped through the cracks, in the roof, just enough to to safely navigate. The moss on the decrepit stone, like eyes, following the creaks in the floorboards. The shadows cast by the rotting pews, shied away, as if being as scared of you as you are of them. Scurries of what you pray to be rats rush in the dank corners, on the bars above your head. The boards blocking the once stained glass, bleeding the old colors that once marked a story of hope, dissolved into nihilism. Held high on the wall, the picture of the greatest Savior, carved from an ancient redwood, carved erosion of flowing waters flow down the corner of the eyes. You stand, stare, transfixed. It shifts.
13 floors haunted house. Standing in line to walk into this dark and smokey house, we were accompanied by creepy creatures of different sorts, creating an uncomfortable environment. Of course they went for the people who were scared easily, and I am one of those people. With a target over my head, a man with a bloody chainsaw creeps behind me and riled the chainsaw up making me jump in my skin. Once inside the house, the terrors didn't stop. "They aren't allowed to touch me", I thought to myself as I worked my way through the many different themed rooms. The first room I entered, there was a tall man in all black with a pumpkin as a face, and cut up body parts all throughout the room. The next room, clown themed, had a handful of different clown creatures hostilely laughing in my ear. I looked down at my feet and grabbed onto my friend in front of me, and the clown screeches become louder as they come right up to my ear. What I didn't realize, though, was I was at the back of the line. I go to turn to my friend, who I thought was behind me, and instead see pennyweis screaming in my face about to grab me. I shoved my way through the line of my friends, and ended up in a prison cell. The lights were flashing on and off making my vision blurred. The prisoners were trying to escape their cells, lunging towards the metal bars and reaching their hands through the openings. The final room, a shed filled with several bloody tools, had a handful of men who were hidden until you walked to a certain spot. I did not walk in that room, I sprinted out. Never will I go to a haunted house again.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I know is my childhood home. I lived there from when I was born to when I was 10 years old when my parents got divorced. I loved the home but growing up and realizing everything that happened and went on in my house is a scary place. I didn’t know my parents were going through a rough time. I didn’t know my sister was going through a rough time either at such a young age.
ReplyDeleteI remember being terrified of the old tobacco barn that sits on my grandfather’s farm when I was a little girl. Its blackened wood walls sat on a concrete foundation, and the rafters were held up by ancient trees. The barn had weathered over the years, making the wood rough and brittle. In the evenings when the wind would blow, you could hear the creaking and stretching of the old boards from my grandparents’ back porch. Owls sat in the tall rafters, peering down to the dirt barn floor from their perch. Mice and snakes were common visitors to the tobacco barn as well.
ReplyDeleteThere was also a mysterious door in the side of the barn wall; it was a normal door that would be found in a traditional house, but it was stuck in the middle of the barn wall. It was covered in ivy and held shut by an old chain lock. The door handle was rusted and felt like it would fall off when you grabbed it. It made a little girl wonder if some secret villain was living behind the door, waiting for someone to get close enough to grab and take to their lair.
The eeriest part of the barn was probably the front of it. It was an open barn, meaning there was no door or physical barrier on the front. A small overhang on its face was the only thing that was on the front. On this overhang, which was probably 50-60 wooden boards wide and reached down to about a quarter of the barn’s height, a shape had appeared after years of weathering and wood rot. Parts of the black boards had been weathered away to reveal the light, almost white grain of the original wood. It just so happened that the shape that was weathered away in the shape of a skull. Once I noticed this as a child, I was very aware of the skull looking at me as I approached the barn.
The scariest place that I know is back at my high school in my hometown. It’s scary to me because it’s where I met my very first friends but also where I lost those same friends. High school is such a hard time in most teenagers lives because some start to mature while others do not. As I walked through those halls I felt alone and betrayed. The friends that you once called family constantly turned on you and made you feel ashamed of who you are. It constantly felt like a competition. Who would get accepted into college first? Who would get the scholarship that everyone was fighting for? Who’s prom dress was the prettiest? Who would win homecoming king and queen? Looking back at it now I realize how silly these questions are. It’s scary to think that I even lived my life in this type of environment. I was constantly forcing myself to hang around people I knew because it just felt like the safer option. It’s scary to think that I allowed myself to believe that I wasn’t good enough to be friends with some of those people because they made me feel less of myself. The girls I knew tore me down and ripped me apart making me feel less worthy. I felt behind and less accomplished because those girls put out this front that they were better than everyone else. It is scary that we let people like the ones I know from high school control our happiness. It’s so important to know your worth and to think that there are people out there who like to degrade others to fool themselves that they are accomplishing something good. High school is the scariest place to me and I am so thankful for the opportunity to grow up and to be able to attend a university like UK where I am my own person.
ReplyDeleteOne of the most scariest places I have encountered was in a local neighborhood back home. There is a house on a dead end street, that is completely blocked off and there are cones infant of it. The blinds in the window move, but the garage door and front door are boarded up. It looks run down, apparently a family died in it, and it was never resold. Going down that street at night to drop my friend off was such a terrible feeling. I had once seen a man come running out of the back yard, terrified at night. The vibes you can feel the house giving off is such strange feeling to describe.
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ReplyDeleteIt was chilly. A brisk fall night in a new country I had never been to before. It was around Christmas time so the smell of pastries and hot chocolate filled the air. There was faint yellow lights surrounding light poles and wreaths. We were exploring the uneven cobblestone streets when a man approached us about what we thought was child welfare, he had a thick accent and he didn’t speak English. Later my family decided to hide behind a wall and scare my brother who was dragging behind in hopes of cheering him up. He was not a fan and ran away angry and crying. My father chased after him for a few minutes until he got him in a corner. Then that’s when it all happened, the man who had approached us earlier swooped in and punched my dad. They ended up getting into a brawl of fighting and punching. I remember being terrified and shaking not knowing what was going to happen because we couldn’t understand their language. My mom soon dragged us away to the other side of the courtyard and tried to distract me and my siblings. Such a magical scene turned into a terrifying moment of not knowing what would happen to my father. We were in a foreign country and I was terrified that he would go to jail in this unknown land. The police showed up and were able to speak english and broke up the fight and determined it a misunderstanding but it was a moment that is burned in my brain.
The scariest place I know of is a barn at my farm during the summer. The barn itself isn’t scary at all. It’s just a normal barn. But it’s what’s inside that scares me. Our barn has the biggest spiders in Kentucky. If you aren’t scared of spiders the barn wouldn’t scare you. Although, I have severe arachnophobia. There’s genuinely parts in my barn I would never go to due to the spiders that are simply minding their own business.
ReplyDeleteDark, empty, and unknown. The place I describe is the life after. Many people go there. Everyone will eventually. Friends of mine have gone and I never saw them again. Everyone knows of a way to get there, whether it be natural, unnatural, or supernatural- but nobody seems to know the way out. Looking forward to the inevitable is pretty scary. I can get past most things, but I will always have to live with the fact that someone will eventually pack my bags as I take my trip to the vastness that awaits my arrival. I'm not sure what awaits. More questions rise as time goes on. Will I be greeted by my loved ones or will I be alone. Will I suffer eternal pain or come back to do it again but not as myself. Will this be a cold tundra, a hot desert, or like a summer vacation. Nobody has an answer so I will have to wait my turn to eventually see the vastness myself.
ReplyDeleteI placed my eight year old selfs hand on the glass doorknob, I turned the doorknob slowly, as slow and as quiet as I could. The cold glass on my hand and the looseness of the old thick wooden door on the hinges did not allow for the quietest entry. As the door opened a slight breeze of chilling air brushed across my legs, and that basement smell tickled the front of my nose. I placed my foot on the top stair, as the darkness and UNkown of the unfinished basement stared right back at me. The stairs looked and seemed as if they went into the depths of hell, the light from behind me barely illuminated the first stair. I felt my way into the abyss, as i walked down the thin, creaky wooden stairs, I could feel the splinters and chipping paint on the bottom of my foot, my hand gliding down the smooth polished hand rail. The coldness of the basement began to surround me, as well as the darkness. The light from the top of the stairs dimmed down and it was just me and the darkness of the basement. The sounds of the heaters, washers and dryers began to turn into whispers. The whispers of the basement faded in as fast as they faded out and became foot steps. As I would walk on the cold unfinished cement ground, I would stop and still hear a delayed step or too after. I felt as though the darkness around me was alive and I was in its domain. I gave my eight year old self the best pep talk you could ever imagine. I turned around faster than the darkness could see, I turned around so fast the cold air became hot, and to my surprise their was no darkness alive behind me or cornering me, it was black lab Mazy, just sitting behind me looking up at me with the most confused dog face you could think of. The darkness and coldness soon faded away, my eyes focused, the darknesses grip around me like a python loosened, and the bitter coldness blew away as I began to hear my dogs hot breath.
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This pictured was captured after a tornado hit in a city. As you walk through the city it is filled will dust and debris from the collapsed and decaying buildings. The dust creates a thick grey film through the sky that makes it harder to see and fills your nose with a musky smell. It is so quiet but loud at the same time. There are no longer the normal sounds of the day such as cars driving by, people socializing, ect. instead, you hear fire trucks and ambulances coming by to help and an occasional sound of a family having a conversation . As you walk around it feels so empty. You are stepping on pieces that were once apart of someones home or work.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I know is the haunted woods. I enjoy going because I love the thrillbut it is truly scary. Some of the workers walk around with chainshaws and they get super close to you. So close that it makes you think that they have hit someone before. There are of course no lights and they have this orange strong that guides you through... ( not finished )
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place to me is the ocean. It is so deceiving, its beauty and calmness. Some days it is peaceful and welcoming. I love the ocean, it is one of my favorite places to be. The truth is though, it scares me. Its darkness and strength is intimidating. The unknown that it has is unfathomable. The sea creatures, the sharks, the big fish, and many others that have the ability to end a human life. It is deep and millions of miles large. When it gets angry, it can take out towns, even cities. It does this through storms called hurricanes or tsunamis. Although the ocean can be breathtakingly beautiful, it is also terrifying.
ReplyDeleteAs a child, I spent much of my time with my grandparents going shopping, for sleepovers, or for movie nights. I loved their house, and it felt so comforting to be there. The one place, though, that I refused to sit alone in was the basement. It was a dark and cold room that housed a bar and a small movie area. When I was alone, I would never consider walking down the creaky stairs. When my grandma was down there, though, it felt like the most comforting place. I loved cuddling with her and watching my favorite movie, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. It didn't matter if it was December or if it was July, that was the movie I chose every time we were in the basement. The last opportunity that I got to spend quality time in that basement was when I was nine years old. My grandma passed away just a few days before Christmas and we weren't able to watch my favorite Christmas movie together that year. Ever since then, I've avoided the basement. I only knew it as scary without her during my younger years, and I never got to grow out of that phase. If my grandma were here today, I think I'd be able to sit in that basement by myself, but because I was so young the last time that we had a movie night, I never got a chance to get over my fear.
ReplyDeleteI have always been terrified of hospitals, I don't know why but I have. I remember sophomore year of college one of my friends who was older than me broke his ankle while I was with him. When I got him to the hospital we were rushed into a room, the fluorescent lights started to give me a headache and all I saw around me was this sterile white that was void of life. The doctors and nurses asked me question after question that I did not have any answers to. I was then told to leave the room and wait in the waiting room. I was there for hours, with no answers or guidance. I felt intense anxiety sitting in a chair with no direction or update. Watching people walk through the doors high on different drugs. One man stood directly in front of me, his body almost contorting while he scratched at himself. He jittered and mumbled to the nurses in the wait room. I felt truly alone and terrified.
ReplyDeleteI’m walking on what’s left of the once sidewalk, debris crunching under my feet, looking at what was left of a building. So many stories are being told with each step I took. You’d expect a scene like this to be silent, but it’s far from it. The sounds of cell phones ringing, loved ones calling their family to make sure they were okay. People were running, screaming trying to save everything in sight. The biggest disaster to ever hit our town has somehow made us all closer. The smell of burnt wood filled the air and thick smoke to where you could barely see your feet in front of you.
ReplyDeleteI walk down the stairs, a loud creak coinciding with each step. The moment that I reach the bottom, I instantly feel cold and heavy. In an unnerving contrast, the air down here feels warm and thick. The red light above reflects in the puddles in the corners of the room, creating an uncanny resemblance to blood. The only noise penetrating the suffocating silence is the persistent drip of water joining these terrible red puddles. The dark walls make me claustrophobic, like the room is closing in just like my throat. I finally build up the courage to venture out of the corner the stairwell creates. I can’t help but feel uneasy as more of me becomes exposed as I walk towards the center of the room. I fight the urge to run back into the corner, which allows me to see everything in front of me. I can’t tell if that is just human nature, or if something deep inside me is sounding the alarms, telling me I shouldn’t be here.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place in the entire world, according to my unreliable and warped memory, is my elementary school principal's office. I was in 2nd grade when I got called to his office, and all I remember is the dread and anxiety. To me, I was face-to-face with some eldritch horror, and a single slip up would lead to my death. I do recall how fast my heart was beating, and how I was trying to shrink into my jacket. According to my mom, I got talked to for around ten minutes, told not to say the bad words I had been saying, and then went right back to class. However, in my mind, that office will always be the incarnation of fear and dread.
ReplyDeleteThere was a cloud of dust surrounding the area. The air was so thick with dirt that you had to have a cloth covering your mouth so you didn’t breath it in. That wasn’t enough though, you could still taste the burning ashes and debris that were flying through the air. Everywhere you walked you had to steer clear of the little fires burning in random places, and step over broken rocks and concrete from the blown up buildings. You could still see parts of them crumbling, like at any moment the rest of the building was going to collapse. Cracks lined all the walls and they had a sandlike film on them from all the dust and stale air.
ReplyDeleteAfter watching some of the Jeffrey Dahmer documentary, I image his apartment to be a scary place. It's old with very minimal furniture and decorations. It rather dark, and the little lighting it has is dim and flickers. The apartment has an unusual nasty smell to it that lingers from room to room. There are random barrels spread around the apartment. The bed has dingy sheets and blood stains hug the mattress. Houses and apartments are often described like this in horror movies and shows because they are very private and suggest that something is off with the resident.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I can think of is being locked in a haunted house overnight all alone.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine a distant sinister laugh and the subtle creaking of the floor boards above me. I search to find a place to take refuge and hide from the darkness I feel engulfing me. A figure that I can only describe as evil towers above me. I freeze for only a moment then I see an opening and I take it. I bolt to find safety but in the my peripheral vision monsters continue to spawn. I hear the sounds of their loud cackling getting closer and closer. Fueled by adrenalin, I run to the closest door I could find. I attempt with all of my might to open the door. I bang and I bang and scream for help but the door does not budge. In defeat, I fall to the floor and stare into space. A single tear drop drops from my left cheek to the hardwood floor. I close my eyes and imagine myself in a much happier place as the footsteps get louder and louder, until finally, I am overtaken.
The scariest place on earth is only found when you are not looking for it. It happens to come out of nowhere as you stumble upon it. This place is full of many people’s biggest fears, all compiled together. Creepy crawling spiders swarm the cold concrete floor and fill the cracks in the walls. As you stand surrounded by huge fuzzy spiders, the walls slowly start to come closer. Making you feel as if you are experiencing claustrophobia. You feel stuck with nowhere to go as the walls get shorter and the floor gets higher, resulting in you feeling overly enclosed.
ReplyDeleteWe were just sixteen trying to have stupid reckless fun after our parents had gone to bed. This is was not out of the ordinary for us, we met under the dim street light at least twice a week after midnight during the summer time. The breeze of warm summer nights blew our freshly washed hair as we walked to wherever the night decided to take us. Something in the air that night decided that we would look at the newly built home just a couple houses up from the meeting spot. The pavement of the driveway was slick as ice and still had no signs of being used. We walked up the wooden stairs to the front porch and walked through the opening of where the door was soon to be. It was dark, we were very used to the dark, but this house was a different sort of dark. The rattling of leaves through the trees as the wind blew was loud as it echoed in the empty walls of the house. We made our way upstairs and wandered through the empty doorways trying to decipher what each room would be for to the family that would call this place home. We tried to be quiet as if someone was watching but our quiet whispers resonated down the halls despite our best efforts. We walked into what I can only assume was the master bedroom and continued into the bathroom....
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place isn't a known place to me. It can be anywhere, but if it is dark I am scared. The dark is so unpredictable so many places for scary people to pop out. How a trash can can look like an approaching predator. When it is dark nothing good happens, the dark is taken advantage of for our inability to see into what is happening, or what is about to happen. So ominous and creepy, just a dark room is enough for me to be uncomfortable. But if you put me outside in the pitch black I am in hell. I hate it, everything about it. I never understood how some people appreciate the dark, the peaceful sleep, or perhaps just the coolness it brings to the air. But I for one would be much appreciative if it never got dark again, it's always light so I can see as to what my future holds.
ReplyDeleteI have not been to many scary places in my lifetime but the couple I have visited definitely stand out. One place that scared me to my core was an abandoned train maintenance station in my home town. The first time I walked into this train maintenance warehouse I was shocked to see office equipment thrown everywhere along with very vulgar graffiti portraits. This all led to a singular large office room in the back where there were bucket seats from a car and every other imaginable item that could be used as a seat. All of these make shift chairs were organized chaos all forming a somewhat rhombus. After more looking around my friends and I discovered a loft hidden by a white blanket, high up toward the ceiling. One of my friends crawled up and saw nothing but the black causing him to be a little confused. As he felt around he discovered a full bed and one singular chair. As he emerged from the loft covered in pink insulation debris he told us what he had discovered and our immediate impression was someone was living there. We ran out as fast as we could, with the thought of invading someone’s personal space engraved in the back of our head. A week later curiosity had come over my friends and I again as we were near the abandoned train maintenance warehouse, but this time at night. We approached the warehouse with more caution this time. We entered the darkness, illuminating a small path with a singular headlamp. The same Graffiti pieces seemed more alive at night along with the building itself. As we walked on our limp light path we started to approach the eerie back room where at first glance it looked as if people were sitting on the make shift seats. This must’ve been an illusion of the shadows though, as what I thought I saw was no longer there upon entrance. After we convened in the back room with the loft, The same friend from a week earlier volunteered to look up into the loft with the headlamp. As we lifted him up to the loft there was silence. Once He was inside the loft he saw what he had felt the week prior. A fully made bed and a singular chair. As he exclaimed “there’s nothing up here” to us, buckets started moving around all around our feet. I was not entertained but I could not leave my friend in the loft. Everyone else around me ran and panicked. Once they all had evacuated the room the buckets stopped moving. I slowly started to help my friend down from the loft and he innocently asked what just happened. With the fear of god stuck on my face I replied “I have no idea but we need to leave”. After this incident no one returned to the abandoned train maintenance
ReplyDeleteOff a side street where barely any cars pass. This building is old, frail, and dark…just with the taught waves a cold wind across my body accompanied by chills. The steps look decent but yell with every step…the screeching, the warn wood under the matted wooled carpet make me question the fearless adventure that i thought i wanted to explore. The sudden sounds echo throughout the house…” am i really alone?” The walls were bumpy, covered with debris spider webs dangling things suddenly falling. The air is stiff…the flow of air through the shattered or open windows waft a continuous old smell across my nose, but then its gone for just a second.
ReplyDeleteThe scariest place I know is an abandoned house in the middle of a field. This field is right between the road and a river. People like to camp along the river, but to get to it you have to drive around the border of this field. During the day it appears to just be an abandoned house. All of the windows have curtains covering them except for one on the top floor that is always closed during the day but open at night. There is no sign of life in or around this house. I have never seen anyone coming or going. No cars, no neighbors, no nothing. But in the dark of night, if you drive around the field, you can always see a candle burning through the open window upstairs.
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