All Nonfiction Bullying Books Academic Author Interviews Celebrity interviews College Articles College Essays Educator of the Year Heroes Interviews Memoir Personal Experience Sports Travel & CultureAll Opinions Bullying Current Events / Politics Discrimination Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking Entertainment / Celebrities Environment Love / Relationships Movies / Music / TV Pop Culture / Trends School / College Social Issues / Civics Spirituality / Religion Sports / Hobbies
- Summer Guide
- College Guide
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Personal Experience
- Travel & Culture
- Current Events / Politics
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
- Community Service
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
The Cursed House
My friends locked me in this haunted house at ten o’clock,
Telling me it would be enjoyable.
Being my naive teenage self I listened
And now all I can do is run run run
The doors creak, the floors groan, the whole house howls with agony,
But through it all I still hear voices whispering my name.
“Justin,” they shrill as I speed up my stride,
“Come stay with us, we’ll be great friends, you’ll really love this place”.
My feet pound the wood floor as I run,
Trying to abscond the cries.
Then I see an open window,
And a thought emerges in my mind
I run to the window as fast as I can
While the house shakes and cracks.
Blood trickles from my arms as I jump through the glass
only to descend into darkness.
No one knows what happened that night,
They all think I vanished.
Everyone told me those friends would betray me
And now I regret not believing them.