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The Undead
by Geoffrey Allan
It is a bright
out this sunny morning. Andrew woke up this morning from a diesel truck
passing by on a small roadway near his house.
"I'm
feeling a ghostly presence right now in my room around my bed. I also feel
a tingling sensation on the back of my head, but nothing unusual. I'd
better get up before the vamps get me. On the other side of of it I could
ditch my last name if they did get me." There was a long pause.
"Andrew
Walters. Hate it."
Andrew had just
found out that there were real vampires a few months ago. He had come
face-to-face with a gang of them. He had told them if his life got any
worse, he would get them to do their handy work on him. He wasn't ready to
die though, because he was only fourteen.
His birthday
was coming up in a few weeks. Just the perfect time to send out a note
saying that he was going to get the vampires to do their handy work on
him.
He didn't know
how much it would hurt, but he didn't want to know. Of course, it was a
weekend. Andrew was waiting for the weekend so he could work on his note,
because he didn't want to make it too specific. His parents had gotten him
a a computer and a printer earlier in the year for school work. He started
up his computer nervously. He only got as far as, "Dear
Parents," when Diana, his annoying younger nine year old sister came
in.
"So, what
you doin' Andrew?"
"Buzz off,
D," Andrew replied.
"Why?"
"I want to
do my homework quickly and quietly. Go away, D."
"Fine!"
Andrew was
really getting mad at Diana. He just didn't want to admit it.
"Mom,
Andrew's been acting really strange lately. Do you know why?" Diana
asked her mom.
"It's
probably because he's a teenager, and, he's your brother."
"Thanks,
Mom," Diana said in her most sarcastic voice as she could.
A little while
later, Diana was asking her dad the same thing.
"You know,
he's a teenager and he doesn't know any better," her Dad replied.
"Yes, I'm
done it," Andrew croaked in amazement.
"Hello,"
the main vampire said with a British accent.
"As you
know, next week you will be done your work on me, but it might be later, I
don't know."
Diana walked up
behind Andrew but nobody even noticed.
"Hi
Andrew," Diana said.
Andrew turned
around to see Diana there looking as ghostly as the vamps were.
"What are
you doing here, D?"
"Taking
you back inside before Mom yells at you."
The vamps
hissed.
"I'm so
scared," Diana said, with a high tone in her voice. "Come on,
Andrew, before those things get you."
The vampires
threw Andrew down to the ground, but Diana interrupted with a long stake.
"Not
stakes," the vamps yelled, and they turned to mist.
Diana ran over
to Andrew, "You're all right! You're all right! I saved you from
them. They're gone."
"Good,
Diana, thank you. I'm happy we got rid of them. I mean you got rid of
them, not me," Andrew said.
"Well, you
led me to them," said Diana.
"Let's
just call it even. How's that?"
"Sure,"
answered Diana.
Haunted
Hollow
by
Greg Voyatzis
Joe
awoke at dawn; he wanted to get up early so he could begin in his trek
through the forest in the valley. He
had short blonde hair and was nine years old.
Hastily he got dresses in his winter gear and tiptoed downstairs.
As he opened the door sunlight flooded inside the house.
He
stepped outside into the snow and began to walk. He passed the drugstore, the school, and many houses.
He finally got to the old forest.
Some people said it was haunted that the tree spirits wanted
revenge for when the people cut down the trees to build the town buy Joe,
he didn’t believe those stories. So
Joe began his trek, the forest was quiet, the only sound was Joe trudging
through the knee-deep snow, alongside rows of old, gnarled trees.
About midday, Joe sat on an old log to rest and fell asleep.
Joe
awoke to find the wind whipping the snow up into the air, he tried to find
the tracks he had made that morning but had no avail.
What
was that? Joe could have
sworn he hears a wailing sound. There!
For a split second Joe saw a pair of blood red eyes through the
blizzard.
Again
there was that same wail. Joe
began to run. He ran and ran
through the blizzard, although he couldn't see were he was going. Then he tripped over a large protruding root and careened
into a tree and everything went black.
When
Joe came to it was late at night and there was a full moon.
Joe tried to move his arms but he couldn’t.
Then he tried to move his legs but he couldn’t move them also.
The he noticed he was bound with think brown ropes.
A
figure stepped into view, it was a tree and the ropes that bound him
weren’t ropes but were branches.
The
old rotting tree stared at Joe with disgust, “Humans, disgusting
creatures cut us down to make their homes,” it spat.
Behind
it millions of glowing red eyes flared into view. “W-what do you want with me?” Joe asked.
The tree leaned forward and hissed one clear word into Joe’s ear:
“Revenge!”
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