A Compilation of Essays

Emotion Essay

The purpose of this essay was to evoke a certain emotion in the reader, but leave the ending in a cliff-hanger.

"Hello?" You ask the darkness timidly. As expected you heard no reply, but that was just as unnerving as getting one. You crept down the hallway, your bare feet scuffing silently against the old hardwood flooring that covered the entire house. You felt your way down the dark hallway, running a hand against the cold plaster that hid the hundred year old skeleton of the house.

You stumble as your hand disappears into a hold of even darker blackness. You quickly calm your racing heart as you realize you were at the guest bedroom. You quietly reach into the room, and wrap your hand around the baseball bat you had stashed there. It was a heavy wooden club, and your time in the local league taught you how to use it.

You walk to the stairs and take a deep breath, the house you had just moved into was old, one of the original houses of the poor town that you had moved into to get away from it all. Everything creaked and groaned if you stepped in the right spot, and even the wind knew how to make the house shriek in a way that set teeth on edge. You take a tentative step down and wince as the stair noticeably bowed to take your weight. You take another and another, wincing at every barely-audible moan of old wood.

You nervously shift the bat from your side you your right shoulder, itching to swing it at the first threat that presented itself. You took another breath and realized that you were on the verge of hyperventilating, your heart racing, pumping adrenaline through your body.

There was a crash from the kitchen, and your head snaps in the direction of the noise, eyes straining to see what the darkness hid. But it was no use, the darkness has been hiding things that people did not want to see for thousands of years. The suspense of finding out just what the inky night was hiding intrigued and mortified you at the same time. What if it was just your clumsy tendency to leave a glass to close to the edge of the counter? Or what if it was something much worse?

The questions of 'what if' flew around in your head, your fear jumping to conclusions faster than your reason could discard them. Eventually your heart sped up again, and you took another shaky breath to slow it. When you finally got your racing hear under control, you took another step forward, towards the kitchen.

As you ghosted towards the doorway, a slight breeze drifted through the house, raising goose bumps on your exposed skin. You shiver in the cool air, and you stop just outside the kitchen. You stood rigidly still, as if movement would be met with your doom. You could sense something moving inside the kitchen, but the sheer thought of finding out what it was set you on edge. You took a breath to steady your nerves and reached for the light switch just inside the doorway.

Seconds later, you scream.