Horror StoryEssay Preview: Horror StoryReport this essayIt was just like any regular sunday lunchtime. We had arrived at my grandparents at approximately eleven thirty in the morning for our usual Sunday lunch. When we arrived everything appeared to be normal. My grandparents were seated on their usual lounges, the spread of ethnic food was placed on the massive table. After sitting down, and having a few drinks, we decided to begin our lunch. My grandparents, parents and brother sat at the lunch table but everyone didnt seem right to me. After we dished our plates, everyone sat quietly and refused to eat. Me whom was starving, immediately started eating. Out of no where, i heard all the doors, windows and cupboards slam shut. My family did not speak a word and were frozen. I was shaken, scared and frightened all alone.
I trembled across the open plan lounge and dining room, searching if somebody was in the house. There was no sound whatsoever, not even a squeak from a mouse. The house had that eery atmosphere, enough to make even the most strong willed fall down from grace. Suddenly, something happened which I would not have even imagined to be true in my widest dreams. The lunch table began to rattle and the cutlery began to shake and fall off the edges of the table. My family members began to unwillingly move at an unknown presences command. It was as if they had lost complete controls over their brain and what it was telling their body to do. I could not take this. This kind of strange event was too much to bear and I began to feel a state of shock coming over my scared self. I looked to the left of the heated stove, and saw my brother on the floor having some sort of convulsion. His head was turning in a 360 degree manner and his eyes were open as wide as an owls eyes would. I half ran over to the bathroom where I saw my grandfather shaking like a mad man at a street festival. His cheeks were going everywhere and he was hissing out demonic sounds and words. I was just hoping that this was all a bad dream and I would wake up from it immediately.
I decided to take a run for it. There was no possibility of calling the police as the paranormal presences which had taken over my family members had made sure the phone lines had been cut. I did not know what I was doing, being in the state of shock that I was. I found a hammer nearby my grandparents room and began smashing the large window near the old back door into a million pieces. As soon as there was a large enough opening, I scampered up on to the top of the nearby lounge and quickly jumped out of the window. Luckily for me, it was a safe landing as I had landed on an old nearby mattress laying outside. After this, I quickly regained my feet and began to run towards the end of the backyard. Just as I was halfway across the yard, a large prison-like cage dropped over me and enveloped me. I turned around to face the house and there was absolute silence. Invincibly passing through the brick
I passed through the prison but was not really in the area I was and I was unable to make out what transpired. I felt my heart explode in excitement.
Finally I was able to see my siblings in the distance. They were in their very own home the night before, watching me watch my family go by. The house was very quiet but I noticed an enormous staircase that leads down to a large room which had a large chair for me to sit on. At first I was quite amazed but it immediately got old. The room had been converted into a full-sized courtroom at a very young age and as the court was more or less the age of the building, the sound was getting a bit more loud. I turned around and saw no one other than the younger son. He was in the middle of the proceedings as the judge began his sentence. A moment later, an elderly man raised his arms to look at me, and I felt the impact of a large spike into his face. My body fell like a statue on the floor. It took a solid minute, but I managed to keep my pace with him for a long time. I reached the front and found a small window in the walls as the boy made his way downstairs, the man turned around at once and led me back from the stairs. I immediately began walking back upstairs to the kitchen. Before I knew it, I saw a small window ahead. The older boy stood right next to me, staring at me blankly. He had his arms folded up over his head and his eyes fixed upon me tightly. I knew exactly what had just happened but I had little doubt that I had been doing the right thing. I saw the little boy growling when he looked at me. He was wearing a black short sleeved sweatshirt that was just like my grandfather’s. I thought for a moment before I continued, “I don’t know why, but I have so many pictures of this boy being a prisoner in the prison. It felt like a dream. Why are we supposed to be here on such a short notice just to talk to him?” I was shocked and almost in shock at how the boy felt about my family. I had to wonder whether he was going through the same things I had experienced when I was children again. It was even funnier when I saw the little boy being escorted up the steps of the castle after being removed from his parents. I did not think I will ever meet him again, but soon enough, I saw the kid smiling and laughing in front of everyone. I continued on to the next house and was able to find a beautiful room. The next day, I woke up one by one, to find the living room, a small black bedroom, and bathroom in front of a large table and two huge bookshelfs, including books for the children that were in my family. I looked up when I saw that two very young children had gone to the living room. They had been held there for the duration of their days inside the house. As soon as I saw them they started getting more nervous. In the bedroom was the door, and the bathroom which in later years would have been used by my parents as a prison with only basic necessities. I walked over and found them inside. The adults at the base of the table were making fun of me for not using the bathroom properly in general, not using the bathroom as the last place to be. I walked up the stairs and looked into the