Karen Scout Bowen
3rd Hour
English
Spoopy Spoofy Story I remembered growing up in my little house, in fact, I remember lots of things about my house. I remember 6205 days I spent in that house, for it was 17 years until I moved out. I remember all the creeks and cracks I would hear at night when I would try and sleep. The little imperfections of paint chippings on the wall that the sunshine would catch as the it glowed through the windows.
I hated that house. That house was the reason it drove me into my insanity, that house was the reason why I didn’t feel normal. That house made me feel numb, alone, crazy, and hollow. I know that when my friends would walk in they would feel very uncomfortable. I felt relieved when I turned 17 because …show more content…
Fuzzy, small, and green.
“Nothing this perfect should be on this property..” I mumbled.
I stepped on it.
The door swung open, and I could hear mother getting giddy with excitement.
“Bobo,” she gushed. “It has been so long! Welcome home!”
“Hello, mother. Uh, is Papa coming to see me?”
“I’m sorry dear, but Papa is across the country.”
My head looked at the ground and smeared my foot against the cement, causing a green slime to stain it.
“W-Well, come inside!” She stuttered. As I walked inside the house, I saw that everything was still the same. There were newspapers piled on the dinner table, the kitchen sink was filled with dishes, the same furniture, and the same candle my mother buys was burning on a bookshelf.
I took a seat in the living room. I saw one things that was different and it was her T.V. I kept staring at the T.V., admiring how different it was and how it didn’t trigger anything in my mind. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and it shocked me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” My mother …show more content…
Her left hand grabbed my leg, and she dug her long nails into my skin.
I yelled out in anger and fell backwards against the kitchen sink. The dishes that were piled had fallen on my head. Plates, bowls, and a pan. My eyes shut.
A few seconds past and I opened my eyes. I saw the horror to my eyes that my mother had gotten outside,.
I moved all the dishes and got up. I then ran into the wall from my blurriness and dizziness. My head ached with pain.
I got my head on straight and started to walk outside. She was nowhere to be found. I stepped off the porch and looked out to the road. I could see her hopping down the street, yelling for help.
My mouth curled back into a mischievous smile and began to sprint towards her. I stopped in my tracks and realized that neighbors had been calling the police.
I looked behind me and saw that police officers had been crowding around me.
“Arrest him!” My mother shouted, “Arrest him! He is mentally ill!!”
The cuffs were put on my wrists, as I got into the cop’s car, and got my mug shot taken.
I realized as I was getting my photo taken that my mother or the house was not the problem, but it was me.
I was the
3rd Hour
English
Spoopy Spoofy Story I remembered growing up in my little house, in fact, I remember lots of things about my house. I remember 6205 days I spent in that house, for it was 17 years until I moved out. I remember all the creeks and cracks I would hear at night when I would try and sleep. The little imperfections of paint chippings on the wall that the sunshine would catch as the it glowed through the windows.
I hated that house. That house was the reason it drove me into my insanity, that house was the reason why I didn’t feel normal. That house made me feel numb, alone, crazy, and hollow. I know that when my friends would walk in they would feel very uncomfortable. I felt relieved when I turned 17 because …show more content…
Fuzzy, small, and green.
“Nothing this perfect should be on this property..” I mumbled.
I stepped on it.
The door swung open, and I could hear mother getting giddy with excitement.
“Bobo,” she gushed. “It has been so long! Welcome home!”
“Hello, mother. Uh, is Papa coming to see me?”
“I’m sorry dear, but Papa is across the country.”
My head looked at the ground and smeared my foot against the cement, causing a green slime to stain it.
“W-Well, come inside!” She stuttered. As I walked inside the house, I saw that everything was still the same. There were newspapers piled on the dinner table, the kitchen sink was filled with dishes, the same furniture, and the same candle my mother buys was burning on a bookshelf.
I took a seat in the living room. I saw one things that was different and it was her T.V. I kept staring at the T.V., admiring how different it was and how it didn’t trigger anything in my mind. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and it shocked me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” My mother …show more content…
Her left hand grabbed my leg, and she dug her long nails into my skin.
I yelled out in anger and fell backwards against the kitchen sink. The dishes that were piled had fallen on my head. Plates, bowls, and a pan. My eyes shut.
A few seconds past and I opened my eyes. I saw the horror to my eyes that my mother had gotten outside,.
I moved all the dishes and got up. I then ran into the wall from my blurriness and dizziness. My head ached with pain.
I got my head on straight and started to walk outside. She was nowhere to be found. I stepped off the porch and looked out to the road. I could see her hopping down the street, yelling for help.
My mouth curled back into a mischievous smile and began to sprint towards her. I stopped in my tracks and realized that neighbors had been calling the police.
I looked behind me and saw that police officers had been crowding around me.
“Arrest him!” My mother shouted, “Arrest him! He is mentally ill!!”
The cuffs were put on my wrists, as I got into the cop’s car, and got my mug shot taken.
I realized as I was getting my photo taken that my mother or the house was not the problem, but it was me.
I was the