Chris Palmer

When I lived in Blackstone it was a nice place because I lived in a house in the woods near an army base. Almost every night I would hear loud bangs, so I ask my dad “where the loud sounds where coming from?” and Dad said “At the army base near us they are practicing for battle or something like that”.

 Then one night it was very stormy outside, the next day I looked outside and there wore trees everywhere in the front yard from the storm my mom and dad said “there was a tornado but it did not hit our house.”

 The next day was the first day of school for me so when I got to school I had no idea what to do until one of the teachers helped me. My first class was English and in that class I made a friend, his name was Bobby but he wanted me to call him Bob because that was his nickname Bob he was a nice person to me, his dad also owned a monster truck he would drive it on the highway. After school I got on the bus and went home and when I got home there was 2 or 3 snakes in the front yard I stayed back as far as possible until my dad came out and killed them. A few years later I had gotten older and I was 9 years old and we were moving to Roanoke VA because the old school I went to had very mean teachers, bad food, less education, and the house we lived in was really run down and I had the same nightmare every night, so I called the house Horror House. The nightmare I had I was running out of my room and then something came out of the bathroom that did not work and parts of the floor missing, the thing that came out of it at me had no eyes with black stuff coming out of it where its eyes should be, but after it got me I woke up immediately. That’s why I call it the Horror House. So that’s wat it was like living in Blackstone.