Dialogue Essay: Timmy's Haunted House

Timmy slowed his breathing. His knees dug into his chest, as he curled up in fetal position in the small dumbwaiter situated across from the kitchen, where Lynda was. Timmy held his breath, and peered through the hole in the dumbwaiter, looking directly at the kitchen door. He saw nothing; Lynda was nowhere to be seen. As if on cue, a hand punched through the drywall dumbwaiter wall and grabbed Timmy by the neck of his shirt, slamming his face against the dusty material. As Tim struggled to escape her grasp, a blood curdling voice could be heard. “Why can’t you be a good kid Tim? Like all the other boys at school!” Tim broke through the wall and crashed to the floor, bringing Lynda with him. He immediately picked himself up and bolted towards the front door, breaking …show more content…
Its shingles hung loosely and were largely cracked in the multiple places. The chipping white paint on the fence did little to make the house look welcoming. The grass was unkempt due to years of vacancy and the windows were dirty. This house needed a makeover; a makeover that would never come, because eleven year old Timmy and his estranged mother, Lynda, were its new residents. Timmy was small, often bullied at school, but he never let other people’s words affect him. Timmy was intelligent, with knowledge and guts years beyond his age. Some might say the same for Lynda, but with a far more negative connotation. Lynda had been through a nasty divorce; impoverished, she chose to never seek remarriage and instead decided to raise Timmy by herself. Timmy loved her, but he knew how his mom could get. She was prone to tantrums and headaches; Timmy was never scared, he simply pitied her. He had more pressing things to deal with, like the other boys at school that went out of their way to pick on him because of his clothes and materials, or lack thereof. Timmy and Lynda were broke, but at least they were happy. At least until they met this house. This house was