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That Wasn't Scary, Right?
by Cait McMenamin
The carnival was coming to town, and I was
going with my best friends, Josh and Jason. The morning of the carnival, I got
up bright and early because I was so excited, even though I wasn't going to
leave until 6:00. The day seemed to crawl by, but finally six o'clock came.
The carnival was really close, so I walked. Josh and Jason
were already there by the time I got there.
"Okay, now that everyone's here, let's start shooting some hoops!"
yelled Josh. He loved basketball.
By the time we decided to try the haunted house, Josh had won
five prizes from shooting hoop., I had won two things from the milk bottle toss
and Jason had won one thing from the ring toss. He could have won more, but Josh
thought the ring toss was boring. So we decided to try the haunted house.
It was pitch black inside. Suddenly, a spooky voice started
talking and the sound was bouncing off the walls.
"Your first task is to find your way out of this room before it becomes a
lot smaller."
All of a sudden, the room was filled with a low rumbling.
Jason was the first one to figure it out.
"'The walls are closing in, the walls are closing in!
Quick find the exit, hurry!" he screamed.
We all started feeling around for an exit when it occurred to
me that two walls were moving. I searched one of those and I was lucky to
choose the right wall.
"Hey, you guys!" I called out. "I found the
exit! Hurry up!" They came rushing over. "Down here in the moving
wall." I said. We each crawled through.
"Okay," said Jason, "we have to think fast.
We're still in the same room, just on the other side of the wall. We still have
to get out of this room and I think the walls might start to move back once they
reach the middle of the room." Josh and I were too terrified to speak so we
just nodded dumbly. We began our frantic search for the exit again and it was
Josh who found it this time. We all scrambled through. We were in a tiny metal
tunnel, I think, from the feel of it. It was only tall enough to kneel in.
"Whew!" sighed Josh, "That wasn't scary at
all, was it?" Jason and I breathed murmurs of agreement. It was scary
though. It may not seem scary, but think about it - the walls were closing in on
us and we did everything in pitch black darkness. It was scary, even though I
thought they wouldn't let us get smushed.
"Well," said Josh, "I guess the only way to go
is forward!" So we crawled and crawled and crawled for maybe five minutes
when Josh, (who was in the front) cried out in surprise.
"What, what?" I cried, "Who broke your
leg?"
"Oh, nothing," said Josh feebly. "This clown
face just jumped out at me from nowhere with all these lights and - well, it
just startled me!" We went on for another five months, no wait, it was only
minutes but it felt like months. Anyway we went on for another five minutes when
Josh and Jason both froze.
"Hey, you guys, you guys!" I called. No response. I
went on calling their names for awhile, until I heard footsteps. They started
like footsteps on metal. That's when I decided to leave.
"Okay, you guys," I told them, "If this is
some sort of joke, it's not funny and I'm leaving." I was in the back and I
had to crawl over them to get out of the tunnel. I was in a very bright white
room that made me squint. Then I heard that voice again.
"Listen to your reflection, and answer right and you'll
go free. Answer wrong, and you'll cease to be." The voice made shivers run
down my spine. I noticed a mirror in the corner of the room and walked over to
it. There stood my reflection and it was talking to me.
"See if you can solve this riddle my friend. It dances,
it grows, it needs oxygen, but it does not breathe. It kills, it saves and if
you do not answer quickly it shall kill you."
I thought quickly. The first thought that came to my mind was
people. People dance and people grow. We kill each other, but we save each other
too. We need oxygen, but oh, how we breathe it! That can't be it!"
This was too hard for me. I didn't deserve to be here. I
should be home in front of a nice warm fire. Wait a minute! That's it! Fire!
Fire dances and grows it could save you if your were out in the world but it
kills you if it gets out of hand, but most of all, fire needs oxygen or else it
will die down, but fire doesn't breathe it! That's when I shouted, "Fire,
fire, fire, fire!"
Even as I said it, I felt unbearable heat on my cheek but at
the same time the mirror opened up and revealed a way out. I jumped out just in
time!
As I watched the haunted house burn to the ground, the truth
hit me. Josh and Jason were still in there. Then the whole night's adventures
came tumbling back to me and I cried. I cried my eyes out. When I was finished
crying, I still felt sad, but I also felt lucky I got out. Yes, very lucky
indeed.
Then I spotted my dad. I didn't think to wonder why he was
here, I just ran over to him.
"C'mon Dad," I said, "Let's go home." He
looked at me funny. Then there were three flashes of purple light and I was
gone.
That was the last anyone heard of Alex G.
Hentmex.
Pictures of the Head
by Chris Ryan
"Check this out. Someone by the name of Carl Stevenson had
been able to see the future by taking pictures in his eyes," explained
Tina.
"Are you still into all that stuff, Tina?" protested
Cliff.
"It is my birthday in a couple of days and you're still
looking in that 'Psychic' book of yours," Cliff told Tina.
"What if I could predict what you got for your
birthday?"
"Well... that would be okay, bu...," Cliff did not
finish.
"Then, let's go!" Tina told him. Tina looked in the
old, dusty closet and found the old camera.
"Let's see if it works!" said Tina excitedly. Tina put
the camera up to her eye and flashed a picture. Tina fell on her back and the
picture dropped. While Cliff was helping Tina, the picture developed. Cliff
dropped Tina and went for the picture.
"It's that football jacket that I always wanted,"
exclaimed Cliff. "Take another picture, Tina, please?" Tina held up
the camera to her eye. Cliff leaped in and took a picture for her. They waited
silently while it developed. It was a picture of Cliff in his jacket on the snow
in the backyard, just laying there.
They took a number of pictures and looked at them. There was a
man with an evil face, an older man with an old face, but worst of all was a
three-fingered hand.
It was Cliff's birthday. "We have to bake a cake quick.
Your dad and I have to go out," Tina's mom said quickly.
"We know," replied Tina. Late that night, Tina and
Cliff were sitting on their beds doing their homework, when all of a sudden they
heard the screen door to their backyard open... very slowly.
"What was that?" asked Cliff.
"I don't know," replied Tina. They quietly went down the stairs...
only to see nothing.
"I'll go get something to eat for us," Tina said in
relief.
"Thanks," Cliff replied quietly. While Tina was making
a sandwich, she heard a thump and a little scream. "Aah!" Tina heard
Cliff. She saw Cliff on the ground without his jacket on, and with his mouth
taped up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw somebody who slipped on the ice
in the backyard just laying there.
"I'll call the police," Tina whispered. Tina saw
Cliff's eyes trying to point to something while she picked up the phone. She
quickly turned around to see a three-fingered hand coming towards her mouth.
The Spooky Story
by Carmen Cunningham
There once lived a boy named Sean. He was 10 years old. One day Sean was walking down the sidewalk going to rent a movie in the dark!
There suddenly was a shadow with a knife in its hand and a black cat! "Aaaaa!" screamed Sean. "Who are you?" asked Sean. But the shadow had already left. Sean ran home as fast as he could. "Mom, Dad, I saw a boogieman!" cried Sean.
"That’s nice honey," replied Sean’s mom.
"Yup, I’m sure you did but we’re busy right now," answered Sean’s dad.
"You don’t understand me."
"It’s time for bed now Sean," his father said nicely.
"But…"said Sean.
"No buts,"
"Okay, I guess I was just thinking
about what had happened," said Sean.
"Now off you go to sleep."
It was midnight and Sean suddenly woke up. "Mom, Dad" cried Sean.
Nobody answered. It was just a bad dream. Buit I thought I saw an angel in it. And angels aren’t in bad dreams, Sean thought. The next morning Sean had the same problem except it was at school. At school everyone said Sean was a fraidy cat.
"I am not," replied Sean. But nobody was ever listening to
him. One day it happened to him again, but this time Sean decided to run after the boogieman. He chased the boogieman down the street for three blocks and into a dead end. Sean ripped off the boogie
man's costume! It wasn’t a real boogieman. It was just his friend Thomas who was trying to scare him.
From then on, Sean decided never to be scared again.
Black Cat
by Catherine Jeon
Today is Halloween,
and the kids are not sleeping. They are out for Halloween. They hear a sound,
"Mew, mew."
"What is
it?" They stop to see. "It looks like a kitty." But it wasn't a
kitty. It was a black cat. The black cat didn't like Halloween because it was so
bright.
"I'm
scared," the girl said. The cat didn't like people. He is angry.
"Ouch! The cat
scratched me," she said. The black cat ran away.
Today was not a fun
Halloween. Today was a scary Halloween.
What is in that
House?
by Cara Patterson
On the way home, I
looked at this house. I wondered what was in that house? I kept walking but I
heard someone yelling, "Cara, Cara, hurry up." It was my mother. I
started to run, but I heard someone coming up behind me. I thought it was my
dad, because he normally does that. So I turned around, but no one was there. I
turned around and ran until I was home. I promised myself that I would never go
back to that house.
But before you could
say, "Trick or Treat,' I was back at that house with my friends, Kylee,
Sydney, Ania, and Adam. We were looking for evidence that someone or something
was living in that house.
"Hey," I
yelled. "I found something." It was bone. I put it in my bag and went
home. As soon as I got home, I looked for fingerprints. I called my friends, but
they didn't believe me, so I asked them to come over. I showed them. Then I went
downstairs to get a snack. When I came back up, their jaws were hanging.
I said, "Waki,
waki," but no one answered. So I slapped them, and they woke up. I said,
"Let's go!" So we crept into that old house. Right in front of us, was
a dog ready to eat. We ran and ran, until "snap."
The Revenge of
the Books
by Christian Koller
One stormy night,
when the library was empty except for books, a bolt of lightening hit the
library. It went through a window and hit the books on the shelves. It didn't
start a fire, but it gave the books power, enough power to come alive and act
out against the humans.
Their power was only
available at night when people are sleeping. To get the people's attention, the
books started to crash the windows and go to everybody's house. They broke all
the windows except for the librarian's house. When the people woke up the next
morning, their windows were all broken except for the librarians. The people
were angry because the librarian's windows were not broken. That made them think
it was her that was breaking the windows.
That night, the
people gathered around the house and made a wall. Suddenly books came running
and trampled the wall of people and defended the house. The people were so
shocked they started running away except for one little boy. He grabbed the book
called 'My ABC's' the book struggled a little and then flung open. The little
boy couldn't stop the force and let it go. The ABC book ran to the books and let
it go the the back of the wall of books.
The librarian awoke
and when she saw nothing out the window, she went back to sleep. The next day
people didn't go to the library, but after a couple of days, they started coming
and treated the books nicely.
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