Brandon King
04-16-2013
Tue-Thur
9:25-10:40
Descriptive Essay
My best friend Nick was thinking about moving out of his mom’s house and was looking for a nice cheap house. And I referred him to a few but they where just a little bit out of his price range, but the next day he called me with such enthusiasm and when he got on the phone he took a deep breath and said I found it! Of course I was happy for him and asked him where was it located and he said three houses down from you, I was happy for a second and then I started to think “three houses down” that’s the house Jeffery Henson was killed in and every since no one has ever moved into it. It was old, big and scary, it had a 14ft brick fence that no one can see over it or though it. But there was one person that had been inside of it since his death of Jeffery, but he lost his mind days after he finally was able to get out of the house. But now he is now living in an old nursing home in the city.
So we took a trip to the city to go see the old man, it didn’t take us long at all. We pulled up to this old looking hospital with men staring out of the windows with very big eyes that pierce right through us. We walked in to the front desk and an old women greeted us “how are you young men” she had a voice of an evil witch. And I asked do you know about the man that entered the house on 131th, and she hesitated with a smirk on her face “yessssss” his in room 1304 and she gave us a pass to go talk to him so we walk the grimy halls ways. And got to the room and knocked on the door and when he came he said “WHAT” and nick was shaking and stuttering and finally built up the courage to ask him “I want to know if you could tell up about the big house on 14th st near the high school” and he walked away and said come in.
So we both walked in nervous and we to a seat and he sat in a old rocking chair that look like its been sitting there for while. And he started of by saying I took the latter and...