Personal Narrative Essay: Moving To Loonigon Street

A few days ago, I moved to Loonigon Street. It was named after a loony that lived here a few hundred years ago. On an autumn’s day, I went to a shop to buy some milk and bread, which will help me to know the way around my new neighborhood. As I walked on the sidewalk, I saw an entrance to a forest. I was curious so I stepped into the woods.
“ Sarah, don’t go in there! It’s dangerous!” A voice shouted behind me. “It’s the forbidden forest! Nobody should ever go in there.” It was Amy, a girl I met from school.
I tilted my head gesturing that I don’t understand.
“ Bad things happened to people who went in there! Do you know about the loony that lived hear a few hundred years ago?” Amy asked
I nodded.
“ The loony still lives there!”
“ This is
Golden leaves fluttered down from the branches, squirrels scrambled onto trees to get ready for the upcoming winter. Wind whistled through the trees and birds sang a lovely melody on the branches. I stroll through the forests picking up good-looking maple leaves. Suddenly, rustling sound came out of a little bush behind me. I turned around facing the bush. The bush moved again and jumped out a rabbit. I relaxed and walked backwards and bumped onto something. I whirled around and jumped. A person was standing there staring at me. She had dark black eyes and curly black hair. She wore a beautiful dress that looks like its made out of grass and flowers. She smiled and greeted me. I smiled back and introduced myself because she looked
She didn’t reply. Her eyes were fixed onto the violin solo performance. After that, a woman went onto the stage and told jokes. The jokes were not really fun but everybody laughed hysterically, especially the woman in the middle. The last joke was “How do dinosaurs pass exams? With extinction!” The women in the middle roared with laughter. When she laughs, it looks like as if the parts of her body are disassembling. As I watched the golden lady, her head tilted and dropped onto the ground. Her head rolled away, still mouth wide laughing. I stared in horror as the servants picked up the head and put it on her headless body. I panicked and fell off my chair. The music stopped and everybody stared at me as I scrambled up. As I was going to run, I saw everybody’s face: Eyes were frighteningly dark, skin as pale as snow and the curly hair looked like strings of yarn. They were like terrifying dolls on Hollow’s