House Voices Essay -- Ghosts Descriptive Essays Personal Narrative

House Voices I will start with my new house. It is down the street from where my grandma and great aunt live. The house has two levels, the main floor and the basement. There are two bedrooms, the office, the bathroom, the living room with a fireplace, dinning room, and the kitchen on the main level. The basement contains the laundry room, the family room, a bathroom, and a large storage area. The house was for sale because the old woman who lived in it before us had died in the summer heat while her air conditioner was broken. Her neighbors found her in her house. It was later discovered that she had been dead for a few days. She was lying on the floor, in the only hallway in the house, just beyond the bathroom door. I have always wanted a bedroom in the basement, but there have been no basement bedrooms in any of the houses we have lived in. So I improvised by cutting the long storage room in half with a big blanket hanging from the central I-beam, making my own basement-bedroom with a pre-existing bathroom just three feet from my bedroom door. The only drawback is that the blanket-wall separates my bedroom from the storage room that is filled with boxes upon boxes of the "stuff" we just don't have enough time or space for. One of my presents for Christmas a few years ago was a brand new Talk Boy Jr. The Talk Boy Jr. is a small, palm-sized recording device that records one message at a time and will play the message when you press a button. Basically it is a small version of the Talk Boy, which uses a tape. As I got older, I stopped playing with it. One time, when my sister was on vacation from college, she recorded a small saying she often used, along with her distinct laugh, which was, "You're suck a dork, te he h... ...d walking, and a moment later, BOOM! The three pound glass baking dish exploded, shooting shards of sharp glass in every direction possible. Every direction possible, that is, with the exception of the location where Darren was standing. We have never stopped picking up shards of glass from small corners in the kitchen, but not a single sliver of glass touched him, even though he was standing right in front of the oven. He never thought the voice he heard to be anything less than a gesture of kindness. Many people believe in this ghost stuff, but many do not. I believe in ghosts, and not only because of my personal experience. So, is this all fact, or fiction to you? If you want to make up your own mind about my situation, ask me to play the tape for you. If just for fun, I at least have something new to say to my friends when starting a conversation, "Hey Pal."