... I would never forget. The house we lived in was a two-story with a basement located in northern Indiana. An L-shaped stairwell separated the upstairs and downstairs. At the top of the stairs was a brown door that locked with a skeleton key. That was the door to our apartment. I spent a lot of time behind that door for the three days that my parents were out of town. My first night was the worst. I was so ... afraid to be up there all by myself. All I could think about was that man in the funeral home. Could he ... go back upstairs," and reluctantly, I would go, knowing the fear I was g...

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... seems like there is a Christmas get together every weekend. My four person family gets ready and arrives at church just as the bells are ringing. We walk up the snow covered stairs and enter the church that is full of Christmas cheer. I notice the farming families have put aside all their worries about animals and wells freezing and they have all gotten cozy and snuggled into ... a tradition that we go to all the advent Sundays together and then the service on Christmas Eve where the reenact the Christmas story. This is very important part of the Christmas season to my family. It gives ...

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... just as I too will obtain my college diploma and dreams. The House on Mango Street describes the last house Esperanza and her family moved into after renting several places. Although her parents always told her and her siblings one day they would move into a house they can call their own with running water, real stairs, a basement, and at least three washrooms, this was not ... that house. Further they described their dream house as white, with a big backyard, and green grass like the homes they saw on television. But the house on Mango Street wasn't like the house her parents described...

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... ;Thank you for allowing me to meet with you and for the respect and courtiers you extend." I shook hands with him and left. Immediately, after coming down the stairs, I called my wife Delilah and informed her about my meeting with him. It is always said that the first impression of a person is the last one. The image built and constructed in my mind was very positive ... and satisfactory. I told myself that if the head of the family (her father) was so generous and kind every one ... way, for assistance in this regard. I called Delilah to inform I am down but suggested to leave the matt...

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... in the day time, unchained in the front yard at night. The house of Zapote Street is in the current architectural cliche: the hoity-toity Philippine split-level suburban style-a half-story perched above the living area, to which it is bound by the slope of the roof and which it overlooks from a balcony, so that a person standing in the sala can see the doors of the bedrooms and bathroom just above his head. The house is ... . It was they who had closed the front gate. A policeman volunteered to enter the house through the back door; Gene said he would try the front one. He peered in at a...

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... I was still so left out in. I lay in my bed that night with a jumble of different emotions. I couldn't really put my finger on why, but I was strangely upset with my mom. I awoke the next morning to the same painful feeling that lurked in the house. I got dressed and set my bag by the door while I waited for my ride to arrive. I wasn't sure whether or not ... I should talk to my dad about the situation that took place last night but I knew that if I didn't I wouldn ... ." We sat in silence. I felt my stomach curl up into the size of a baseball. Divorce. This stuff only happens in movies...

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... our old apartment where my dad had a fight with the neighbor. This place was more of a two family house rather than an apartment. On one side there was us and, the other lived another family but we never really saw them that much. The house had two stories with the bed rooms upstairs with a bath and the kitchen down stairs. And we had our own basement as well. Like ... always I had to share a room with my sister while my brothers had their own. The ... was going on. Never really did find out what went on down there until that one day. I can still remember it, my brothers were down stai...

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... , bye,"" and with that Sam hung up the phone and let out the most massive groan she could muster. She flopped her feet off of the couch and shuffled over to the door of the apartment. Voices were heard as Sam reached the doorway in front of the stairs. The words were spoken very low, almost in a whisper. "Ron, I want those insane children out of my house. I can't deal with them anymore!- a woman's voice ... complained. "Insane!? You're calling my children insane!? How about the way you acted last night? Huh ... ...

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... ; it was exciting because I was going over to my friends for a sleep over. My mother's best friend with whom she grew up owned the friend's house of which I was going to. Her name was Geri P. and she was a great lady. She looked out for every one else before herself. She- baby-sat me when I was a toddler. I grew ... me she hoped nothing had happened but she excepted nothing had. I went to bed having not given the situation another thought about what my mom had told me. I went to sleep a 10- year old boy. The next morning I woke up and felt broken. I went down stairs for breakfast and my...

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... . I was about 7 years old and had just had my evening bath with my sister. We both smelt of talcum powder and bubble bath. I felt fresh and clean and ready to go to sleep. I put my favourite red floral dressing gown on and had started up the stairs towards my bedroom, when I suddenly heard a loud crash. Startled I grabbed my sisters" hand and brought her ... with me to investigate what had made the sound. As we reached the bottom of the stairs we could see mum and dad in the kitchen, they were yelling at each other. I didn't understand why, my parents loved each other why were they yelli...

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... be something "fun". Approaching our old house on Scott Drive, we went around the side and walked down the cellar steps as we always did. She walked into the house and disappeared into her bedroom, came out, and sat in the middle of the living room floor. Seeing my mom sit in the middle of the living floor was really unusual. While sitting in the living room, there were no lights on ... scampered across to get out of the way of the big red van. I grabbed my sac and ran to the front door. I rang the doorbell as I always did then walked in and threw my bag by the stairs and looked for my g...

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... -rolled joints. Sometimes I"d skip classes to go smoke with friends. Other days I"d bring a bottle full of half Everclear and half soda, go drink on the hill then pass out under the stairs. Every time someone couldn't find me, my friend Bill knew exactly where I was. I dropped out of school because the other kids in my school were so immature. I just couldn't stand it any longer. On ... he came home while I was upstairs. From my room I could hear an argument starting. The yelling became louder and I hear a loud thump. I ran down the stairs to find my mom quivering in the corner of the ki...

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... when I was in college. I had come home for winter break, and I remember it was just me and my dad in the house. I was watching some kind of ghost hunters program on TV, just for laughs. I don't really believe in that stuff. When you watch those supernatural programs on ... and no doubt in his mind about what happened. Here it is, told from his point of view: It was back in the house in Tacoma, where you grew up until you were about 4. My parents still lived in the house, but I was going to college. I was back visiting them for a weekend. I ... the table. I cleared the table and washed m...

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... , She was back again. Laura stared at the old abandoned house, it was a mess. It was like she was in the middle of the dustbowl and there had been a disastrous tornado in the house; causing the once beautiful furniture to be wrecked and leaving only their sad appearance to mourn for eternity. The corners of the house were dark and frightening yet the glass dome at the ceiling seemed to release a heavenly light on ... on the stairs, rubbing her frozen feet with her only hand left, trying to bring life back to them. They were a combination of purple veins and blue blotches. Her skin was as...

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