Hunter Henstock
Ms. Lehmann
English 2-2A
4 October 2019
My Best Halloween
This all started at a Halloween bash at around 9:30. My friend and I got bored and left the bash to go to his house. I was creeped out by the streetlights because most of them didn’t even work.
“I’m sorry my mom couldn’t come and get us,” he said. “She was working and didn’t even want me to go to that bash.”
I replied, saying “Don’t worry about it. Your house doesn’t seem that far.”
We walked in silence to his house. When we got there, we thought no one was home. We walked into his room, and he asked me a question I wish he had never asked me.
“You want to play a game?” he asked.
I thought he meant on his Xbox, but it wasn't.
I replied, “Why not? It could be fun.”
He pulled out an Ouija board box that dents in it and had dust all over it. I started to get a little scared because I had never seen one before.
“I don’t think we should use that.” I said.
“It’s Halloween night; let's just have fun.”
He pulled it out slowly, the corner hitting the side of the box and making a scratching noise. Chills ran up my spine. He lit some old candles. They were ocean sented. The eye on the bored was a triangle shape with a glass hole in the middle. Which had deep scratches in it. He set two fingers on it.
He then told me “Come on. Put your fingers on it; it won’t bite you.”
That’s not what I feared. I feared all the things I had seen on YouTube about it. He started to move the eye around the Ouija board
He said, “Are there any spirits around us?”
Then he made a sudden stop; the eye started to move slowly to the “yes” part of the board.
My friend then said, “What’s your name?”
The eye moved slowly to R-O-S-E
I said, “So your name is Rose?”
This time the eye was even slower. It hit no, and at that moment, we heard a loud shatter from the kitchen. My friend told me to go see what it was.
“What? Why me? This was your idea,” I told him.
“Ok, then we will go together,” he replied.
As we walked down the hall, it felt like a long walk. Chills went up my spine. My steps got shorter and shorter. We reached the kitchen. His cat was on the counter knocking down plates. We walked down the hall back to his room, and I shut his door. He licked his fingers and put out the candles, putting them in his dresser, and put his Ouija board back under his bed. We then sat on his bed and laughed. I stayed at his house for the night. The next morning, we woke, up made breakfast, and laughed about last night and what went down. The worst part about it is I didn’t learn anything about what I did again.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
I first did a brain storm. Then after I did that, I made a out line. Next, I wrote a rough draft. I turned in the paper for editing and finally revised it for the finished product.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
It is narrative because I'm talking about myself and friends.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
I think the scary part was the best because it is just funny because it was m friend and I getting scared.
Ms. Lehmann
English 2-2A
4 October 2019
My Best Halloween
This all started at a Halloween bash at around 9:30. My friend and I got bored and left the bash to go to his house. I was creeped out by the streetlights because most of them didn’t even work.
“I’m sorry my mom couldn’t come and get us,” he said. “She was working and didn’t even want me to go to that bash.”
I replied, saying “Don’t worry about it. Your house doesn’t seem that far.”
We walked in silence to his house. When we got there, we thought no one was home. We walked into his room, and he asked me a question I wish he had never asked me.
“You want to play a game?” he asked.
I thought he meant on his Xbox, but it wasn't.
I replied, “Why not? It could be fun.”
He pulled out an Ouija board box that dents in it and had dust all over it. I started to get a little scared because I had never seen one before.
“I don’t think we should use that.” I said.
“It’s Halloween night; let's just have fun.”
He pulled it out slowly, the corner hitting the side of the box and making a scratching noise. Chills ran up my spine. He lit some old candles. They were ocean sented. The eye on the bored was a triangle shape with a glass hole in the middle. Which had deep scratches in it. He set two fingers on it.
He then told me “Come on. Put your fingers on it; it won’t bite you.”
That’s not what I feared. I feared all the things I had seen on YouTube about it. He started to move the eye around the Ouija board
He said, “Are there any spirits around us?”
Then he made a sudden stop; the eye started to move slowly to the “yes” part of the board.
My friend then said, “What’s your name?”
The eye moved slowly to R-O-S-E
I said, “So your name is Rose?”
This time the eye was even slower. It hit no, and at that moment, we heard a loud shatter from the kitchen. My friend told me to go see what it was.
“What? Why me? This was your idea,” I told him.
“Ok, then we will go together,” he replied.
As we walked down the hall, it felt like a long walk. Chills went up my spine. My steps got shorter and shorter. We reached the kitchen. His cat was on the counter knocking down plates. We walked down the hall back to his room, and I shut his door. He licked his fingers and put out the candles, putting them in his dresser, and put his Ouija board back under his bed. We then sat on his bed and laughed. I stayed at his house for the night. The next morning, we woke, up made breakfast, and laughed about last night and what went down. The worst part about it is I didn’t learn anything about what I did again.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
I first did a brain storm. Then after I did that, I made a out line. Next, I wrote a rough draft. I turned in the paper for editing and finally revised it for the finished product.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
It is narrative because I'm talking about myself and friends.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
I think the scary part was the best because it is just funny because it was m friend and I getting scared.