One October night many years ago, it was dark and the air was cold outside. Four kids who were being kept at Cahaba School late for being little heathens were just about be let out. The time is 5:55 and a teacher by the name of Phillis made the kids patiently wait the last five minutes and do their vocabulary. The kids look back and forth from their vocabulary books to the clock on the wall until it is finally 6:00 and Philis says “alright y'all bring me your binders and ill sign yaw out”. Immediately the students rush to Philips as if it were some type of race. The first one there was a lean blond-haired boy named Timothy; he was the one with the most reason seeing how he had just gotten a new vehicle he was eager to take on a spin. He hurried on out to his car and left. Second in place was stunning and well built young man named Clay; he and James, who was the third person in line, were planning to attend a party, and they were eager to get in to the party favors so they hurried out. Last in line lost ----so what that person was planning to do is not important.  The party that Clay and James were going to was all the way out in the stack at a bonfire, and most of the people were already there so James stepped on it. 

          A few miles down was a cop that the boys didn’t see until they were nearly right up on him; James hits the brakes and they crossed their fingers that they don’t get pulled over. Their hearts were going a million miles an hour. Luckily the cop was asleep and didn’t even notice them. Ten minutes later they meet up with everyone at the party and start talking to the girls. James was talking to this girl whose dad has something to do with petroleum or something like that, and Clay was talking to a group of cute cheerleaders from a local school. There was a guy named Bob at the party who was hitin’ on Clay for getting all of the attention; so he got some of his friends and decided he was going to fight Clay. They approached him and he tells the girls ,“Excuse me a moment sweethearts; I have some business to handle”. Clay amazingly beats all of them without getting a scratch. The foolish young men pick themselves off the ground and ran deep in the woods to cry without being seen. All of the sudden, a scream from one of the boys in the woods echoed through the night. Then the noise transformed into the sound of a chainsaw cranking and rumbling. Their shrieks and gasps could be heard getting closer to the bonfire, and following them was the sound of a chainsaw approaching with haste.

           Out of the woods jumps a giant man with a mask on holding the bloody roaring chainsaw. Everybody scatters in fear, and one of the boys who had attempted to step to Clay trips over a piece of firewood. When he tries to pick himself up, the masked man swings the chainsaw at him, ultimately cutting the guy's head off. In the mean time, Clay led the cheerleaders to safety and tells James to watch out for them while he thinks of a plan. He thinks for about five seconds, and says, “screw it.” Then, he picks up a rather large rock and a sturdy stick. He approached the masked man and threw the rock at him. The masked man fell to the ground with a concussion, and Clay took the stick and beat him to a pulp. The masked man died, and Clay was the hero. The end.

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Doulton  
    One day me and my friend named Easton were riding down the rode on our four wheelers and we saw a trail and intered it. As we were going down the trail we heard loud sounds on the side of the trail we were riding on. Easton was on the left side of me, closest to the edge of the train where it dropped off about 365 feet down to the ground. As we went on, we were gaining speed and all the sudden half of the mountain broke off and Easton’s four wheeler rolled on the edge. He flipped down the mountain 48 times and the four wheelers bowed up. He died on comtact at the bottom of the mountain. Later on that sad day I was riding down the road where that trail was ,and I saw Easton on the side of the road looking at me.

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Ashley

     A girl named Alice and her family went on family vacations every year; this year her dad said, "We still haven't gone to Savannah, Georgia, we should go there!" Well of course Alice wanted to go; she was always ready to go new places. The next day, Alice and her mom were talking, and her mom said, "Well, your father made reservations for us at the Marshall House for three nights!" Alice quickly ran to her room and started packing.

        It was two days later, and her family was in the car, on the way to Georgia. "You know," said her dad, "Savannah, Georgia is said to be one of the most haunted places in the country." Alice started thinking about it, but then just brushed it off.

        After a long drive, they finally arrived at the Marshall House. Alice entered her room, and got a sudden chill. It smelled horrible; she'd never smeed anything like that before. The room was also very old fashioned. They went to the front desk to complain about the smell, and the workers just said that a pipe had burst, and they were going to fix it in the next few hours so they should tour around town.

        That they did; they saw and did everything there was to do. It was about ten o'clock at night, and they were at a restaurant for a late dinner. There weren't many people in the restaurant, but Alice looked around, and in the corner she saw a girl that looked exactly like her. Then, she heard a voice, "Alice, save me" is what it said in a whisper. "Mom, look over there!" , she said. Alice looked back over, and the girl was gone.

        Alice and her family got back to the hotel at about 10:45, and they were all worn out. Alice was still extremely freaked out. When they got in their room, the smell had died down but still wasn't away. "Oh whatever, we're all tired." Alice's dad said. They all laid down in their beds, and Alice kept smelling the horrible smell stronger and stronger. She walked to the front desk by herself, and she kept hearing laughter, when no one was out and it was almost impossible to hear through the doors. She walked faster and faster, getting more and more scared. She finally got to the front desk and brought them up to her room to see what the smell was. They lifted up her bed, and found a dead girl, one that looked exactly like Alice.

        "AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, "do something about this immediately!" The workers started getting much more pale, and ghostly looking. "I'm sorry Alice, we just can't do that. She's been looking for you a while", one of them said, calmly. All of a sudden, the ghost that looked like Alice, grabbed her and pulled her under the bed. Alice was never seen again.

     Once upon a time there was a ghost that roamed in Jemison at night.  The ghost would harass and torture the citizens. The ghost is the spirit of a man named James Brown. He was a man that the citizens of Jemison harassed all the time. The police department of Jemison never tried to stop the citizens from harassing him. James wanted to seek revenge on these citizens that were harassing him. He later died and decided to hang out in Jemison at night. He has been successful in harassing the citizens. The citizens always lived in fear and made sure that they stayed at the house during night time. One day an evangelical preacher came to Jemison and the citizens asked him if he could ask God to get the ghost away from their town. The preacher accepted their request, and he ask God to remove the ghost from their town. God answered his request by removing the ghost. The citizens thanked the preacher, and the ghost never returned to their town.

            I was down the stairs, going to the kitchen to get something to drink, thinking everything was fine. A week earlier I was with a friend, Blake. We were driving down the road on our way to the skate park. I got a text message and wasn’t paying attention when all the sudden I truck hit us on Blake;s side of the car. Blake died instantly; I came out with just some minor injuries.

            Walking down the stair to get something to drink, I opened the fridge and Blake was there holding my drink, drinking it! I shook my head thinking I was crazy, but he walked out still drinking my drink. He looked at me and said, wow thanks for paying attention while you drive. I thought I was crazy, but Blake said nope your not I am a ghost, here to haunt you. I said to him your full of it dude. He told me never to text and drive again. Blake haunted me forever me understand to pay attention in life.

Walls white and securely padded, this is ivy’s forever and ever from now on, her very own eternity. She is the not so proud owner of the numbers 235442, her very own patient number at the asylum. This was nothing like the future the seventeen year old had seen for her self but in an odd way it was a release for her. An end to a five year nightmare of guilt, the nightmare that had driven her to this conclusion. The conclusion that now classified her as a mentally unstable killer.

The Fraiser couple seemed unnaturally perfect; Mrs. Fraiser was a charming house wife always trying to involve herself in the community activities. Mr. Fraiser was a tall sturdy man with a big corporation behind his name. His days were spent playing golf games with Future clients or having an always smiling Mrs. Fraiser at his arm while attending classy parties filled with small chat of politics and money. Then there was their only child, Ivy.  She was known for her complete negligence of what was expected of her. Her hair was a glossy black and her eyes a disturbing shade of blue. Rarely was she smiling or for that matter seen outside of the large expanse of the fraiser household. For five years the small family had lived here, their past a complete mystery and a great topic for the other housewives gossip though they all secretly envied the family.  This was their life now, even Ivy had been somewhat convinced this was how it had always been. After all she had been taken at such a young age.

The family had not always been as it was now. Once upon a time they had lived a life of poverty, barely keeping food on the table.  Mr. and Mrs., Fraiser was not the owners of that name and little ivy was not their child. She was the daughter of the real fraiser who had just begun their great climb into high living, having been lucky in the stocks. They were a very loving family, close-knit. They had of course once or twice passed the couple who at that point went by the name of Mr. and Mrs. July, Ivy had even once pointed out how much they resembled her mommy and daddy. Those oblivious words from the small girl is what sparked the cruel plan in the poverty stricken couples mind. They were going to kill the fraisers and take their lifestyle as their own.

The night was young as the killing pair snuck into the humble abode of the fraiser, executing them both and ridding themselves of the bodies. This is when they took on their new names, Judy and Floyd fraiser. Judy dyed her hair a stunning blonde to match the original Judy and Floyd dyed his a glossed black. They were now identical to their victims and little Ivy was completely unaware until a few days later when she pointed out that they were not acting right. The couple sat the child down and explained it all but to keep her silent they filled the secret with a threat, that if she spoke a word of it they would murder her like they had her real mom and dad. The fear kept her silent for five years, that is until she began to see apparitions of her long dead parents who with soft and encouraging voices coaxed there little girl into killing their murderers.  So Ivy did just that.

On a cold night, much like the one when her original parents had been murdered Ivy got out of bed, taking a slick butcher knife from under her pillow and padding slowly to her fake parents room, followed close by the apparitions which in the most rare of cases could have been ghost or as the doctors said, hallucinations from a sick mind. Ivy had felt so clearly her mothers and father hand upon hers as she sliced the frauds throat. She didn’t bother to even attempt to hide the murder. Instead she let it all fold out on its own, in a few days the cops had come-on a count of a missing person case. They had found a pale Ivy huddled in a corner of her room muttering a conversation with the parents only she could see and the other parents bloody and rotting in their bed. The case had been evaluated and after a thorough autopsy it had been confirmed that they were frauds. This, however, did not change the fact that Ivy had killed them and her story of why involved the encouragement of her long dead parents. So in the end young ivy was placed in long island asylum, given a padded cell were she now sits every day conversing with her dead parents and at times becoming hysterical with the claims that the frauds she murdered are also in the room with her. This though is easily cured by a quick shots of sedatives and a passed out beauty upon the floor, the ghost of her past watching her in silence, awaiting her awakening to torture for yet another day.

This story can be taken in many ways; it is yours to choose whether young Ivy was truly the victim of a haunting or simply the owner of a guilt tainted mind that drove her to this ending. It is not a question whether Ivy is insane, this is a fact. The real question is what drove her to this insanity that has now consumed her, leaving her a hollowed shell of despair. This is a question for the books; no one will ever really know the answer. All we can do is guess.

     It was the year 2411. In specifics, it was a good year. It was my ninth year as commander aboard the destroyer USS Aigaion, a position which served my conscience and character well. I was grateful that my bird wasn’t classified as a warship, my men weren’t the fighting type. The conflict in the Zeta Phi system had taken enough lives, and I didn’t want to become a statistic. Needless to say, all space-faring ships were under federal mandate to have firearms on board, as well as offensive cannons. I pride myself in knowing I’ve never had to fire them. Though that’s not to say we’ve never come close. The Blood Raiders and pirates that scour the spacelanes have come close to killing us all on occasion, and we’ve had to request Federal support, which is becoming less and less effective due to the increasing number of ships requested for war. The Federation had the power to seize any ship and its crew and order them to report for duty, which kept a lot of pilots on edge. My pilot, Jacob, was nothing more than a rookie. Even so, he graduated from the Federal Navy School with flying colors and an advanced degree in Quantum Physics and Navigation. There were rumors that he had finished fourth in his class, but all Navy records are sealed until the serviceman’s retirement or death, whichever comes first. Unfortunately, the latter is the higher statistic. The combat team I had on board the ship was relatively new. The teams cycle out every two months to keep people from getting attached. The reason for that was that the Federation thought emotion clouded a soldier’s moral judgment, which was probably true to an extent. The new team kept to themselves, which was fine by me. The only thing that bothered me about them was that they never talked. At all. In the past, I actually got to know my teams at lunch. It helped build a trust that I could depend on when things got bad. But this new team was silent and made their schedules to avoid contact with us, right down to avoiding us in the hallways. It was very odd. The more I tried to ignore it, the more curious I became.

            I walked down the hall to the cyber warfare room, where my specialist Garcia was busy at work cracking signals around us to identify threats. I asked her to look through the Navy records for the names of the new team. They kept their identities secret, but one of them left their ID badges on the locker room bench. His name was Lereau, a sergeant from France. Garcia’s hands flew quickly, and his records appeared on screen. He was an average soldier, no special notes from his commanders. He had served two tours in Zeta and had been on the anti-pirate raids for three years. Then I saw something that piqued my interest. He had been part of Project Phantom, a program designed to create super soldiers. It was to be the cutting edge in modern warfare, but the project was supposedly terminated by Senate order in 2397 after a subject escaped and went on a killing spree. He claimed 24 lives before being killed. Then I saw something that made my blood turn cold. Lereau had been pronounced dead seven months ago. The cause of death was ruled as a drug overdose. After the discovery, it was hard to appear calm around Lereau. I suspected he knew something, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. I decided to get some sleep, hoping I would forget what I had learned. When I got to my room, Garcia was waiting for me. There was something wrong. Her face was pale and she was shaking like she had seen a ghost. She spoke," I did a little more digging and found something. Lereau’s death was faked so the Federation could put him in cryostasis. I managed to read a bit of a classified file before I was locked out of the system. He was part of something called Project Iceman, something about sending ships to unexplored star systems. Then a notice came up and said Lereau has a warrant out for his arrest, he abandoned his post four weeks ago. Nine other marines are missing from the same station.” There were nine other Marines aboard the ship. “But that’s not all. Lereau and the nine marines were being held at the station pending a psychiatric evaluation. Their ship was captured by the Minmatar Rebels during his second tour in Zeta Phi. When Federation ships found where they were hiding him, it was unguarded. There were no rebel soldiers in the station, no ships guarding it. They had abandoned Lereau and his team. The Federation found this suspicious, and they thought the rebels might have obtained machines capable of triggering a type of psychosis in war prisoners that make them turn against their own kind. It’s something called Whitehorse syndrome. It’s only seen in extreme cases of abuse of war prisoners. They were scheduled to have scans done, but by all accounts they killed two Marines, stole a Longsword fighter, and disappeared. Then they-“ I replied,”-came straight to us”. I turned to walk out of the room, and I froze in place. Standing at the door was none other than Lereau.

             He grabbed me and Garcia and shoved us through the passageway, back through the galley to the holding cells. On the way, I saw the chef, Andre try to fight off one of the Marines with a cooking knife. There were several bursts of light and sound from the Marine’s weapons, and Andre laid on the ground, smoking holes in his chest, a blank expression on his face. I heard gunfire coming from the living quarters and flight deck. My men weren’t taking mutiny so easily. I heard screams and gunfire from the navigation room, and my heart ached and tears came to my eyes. This couldn’t be happening. In the end, my crew killed two of the Marines. Unfortunately, 12 of my crewmembers were killed in retaliation. The only ones left were me, Garcia, Jacob, and Mason, a munitions expert. The holding cells were normally comfortable to be in, but Lereau and his men had shut off the air conditioning and turned on the heat. It was like being in a sauna. After spending a few hours in the holding-cell-turned-torture-chamber, I managed to close my eyes for a short time. I dreamed about (what else) Lereau and his team. The whole takeover happened again and again, like a broken record in my head. Then, I saw my wife sitting in the pilot’s seat with my child. Their eyes were gone, nothing but black holes that swallowed my very words. “They’re coming for us, Malcolm. It’s not too late”, my wife said. She sounded hollow and distant. My daughter spoke next," Don't let them get me, daddy.” I spoke," What do I do?” They both spoke," They are coming for us, Malcolm. All of us. Don’t let them get us……” The sun outside the cockpit turned an intense white that overtook my vision. My wife and daughter screamed in unison as the sound and light grew in intensity. I woke up screaming and clutching at the wall. Jacob was on top of me in a second. “Malcolm! Stop! It was only a dream!” I stopped thrashing and slowly sat up. I looked at Jacob and the rest of my remaining crew for a moment. I said," We have to stop them. Something bad’s going to happen”. Then the cell door opened. One of the Marines stepped in, a pistol in his hand. “Get up, Malcolm. The captain wants to see you”. I said," I have no intention of talking to that psychotic, lunatic, man you call-“. My answer was a pistol-whip to the face. My nose was certainly broken, and I was bleeding profusely. He yelled," Get up!” He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me through the hallway. Somewhere along the line I managed to get my feet underneath me and walked in front of the Marine with a gun in my back. When I walked into the cockpit, Leered was sitting in my chair. He was wearing a crown he made out of equipment we had in the navigation room. He immediately got up, jumped over the railing and landed in front of me. “Captain Malcolm.” I immediately responded," You murderer!” He immediately laid a punch across my freshly-broken nose. I staggered backwards into the corner, grunting with pain. All the men around me laughed as I made my way back up to my feet, blood streaming from my nose. Leered stepped over to me and spoke," I am about to engage the warp drive on this ship. I’m no techie, so I think I’ll need someone from your crew to give me a set of very specific coordinates.” I froze. He was talking about Earth. It couldn’t be any other place. The rebels would have made sure to program Earth. I spoke," I'm not giving you Earth’s coordinates”. Another punch to the nose. I screamed this time, pieces of bone coming out of my nose. “I don’t know the coordinates!” I yelled. “You killed everyone who knew it!” He replied,”Oh, but you do know them, Captain Malcolm. And since the rough treatment didn’t work, I brought some liquid persuasion with me”. Lereau nodded to one of his men, who opened a briefcase and brought out a syringe and a vial filled with a dark brown liquid. He filled the needle with the solution and injected it into my arm. I felt myself get drowsy, and I began to sweat profusely. I managed to utter," What is this?” Lereau answered," You've just been injected with the latest in rebel truth serum, Captain.” “I’ve got a very specific set of questions for you. And you will answer them, whether you want to or not”. I tried to fight it. It took every ounce of my strength to keep from speaking. But I faltered, and I spoke volumes. Earth’s location, the patrol times, even the whereabouts of my wife and daughter. I felt ashamed, and I began to sob. “Very good, Captain!” Lereau said. He clapped his hands and one of the Marines sat down at a terminal and the ship started to warp.

            The Marines, under Lereau’s order, proceeded to the cargo bay and began to check their weapons. They had brought a lot more equipment than necessary, the reason now apparent. Lereau cuffed my hands and marched me back to the holding cell. He tossed me in and slammed the door. My crew’s eyes fixed on me, I walked one of the corners of the cell and began to cry. A few hours later, a group of Marines came back. “We’re almost to Earth, Captain.”, one of them said. They took all of us out of the cell and marched us to the cockpit. A few minutes passed, and Earth came into view. Lereau walked onto the bridge and sat down, twirling his pistol in his hand. The ship decelerated near the moon, and all the Marines gathered on the bridge. We all stared in awe at the planet, for most of us, Lereau included, had not seen it for a very long time. Lereau got up and put his pistol in Jacob’s face. “Tell me how to overload the ship’s reactor”. Jacob got up and walked with Lereau to the back of the ship. A few moments later, red lights came on and the klaxon sirens began to sound. A shot rang out from the back of the ship. The sound made my heart sink, and Garcia and Ellen began to cry. Suddenly, a ship came across my vision. It was a Federation battleship! I almost wanted to jump for joy, but the Marines noticed it as well and tried to avoid it. They were hailing us, and one of the Marines picked up a headset. He responded with our ships identification code, and the battleship began to move away. This can’t be happening!  It wasn’t fair! I looked over at Garcia, who, oddly, had a smile on her face. I looked at her hand. She had just pulled the pin on a flash grenade. I closed my eyes and waited for the explosion.

            Even with my eyes closed, it felt like the sun was staring me in the face. Before I had even opened my eyes, I sensed that Garcia was no longer beside me. Through my blurred and distorted vision, I saw her stumble to the communication panel and put on the headset. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I imagine it was something alone the lines of help us! The Marines recovered from the flash and trained their weapons on her, but she was already on the move. Shots rang out and equipment sizzled and sparked, but none of their bullets claimed her. Lereau recovered from the blast and stood up," Find her!” He roared. “Search the other two prisoners for weapons!” Before they even got to Mason, he had pulled the pin on a smoke grenade. In the fog, I felt something grab me by the arm and drag me. I kicked and punched the arm with all my might. Then a fist clocked me square in the stomach. That wasn’t Lereau, it was Mason. Lereau would have hit me square in the nose. I got my feet under me and we ran to the hangar. Garcia was already there, loading an assault rifle and training it on the door. We searched through the equipment for spacesuits, pods, anything. But there was nothing. These marines came prepared to die. Then Mason and I uncovered a long cylindrical tube, about 10 feet long. It was a cryostasis chamber. Lereau wasn’t planning on dying, even if his men did. The battleship came into view again, this time shooting. We saw bits ands parts of the engine housing fly by outside the window. Bullets sparked a few inches above my head. The Marines were advancing. Garcia fired relentlessly into the hallway. They moved back, but not for long. Mason found a case next to the tube. It had syringes inside it, but the solution was a light green, not a dark brown. The label read STASIS SERUM, along with a similar vial next to it. The Marines advanced again, and a burst caught Mason in the right lung. Garcia fired, and the Marine dropped. Mason looked at me and said," Get her out of here, I’ll hold them off”. Garcia tossed Mason the assault rifle and made her way over to me. I injected her with the serum, and she passed out. I prepped another needle and injected myself. I was able to fight it, and I opened the cryo chamber and threw Garcia in. I barely managed to climb in and seal the door. All my energy left me. I saw Mason crawl over to us and press a few buttons on the panel. The interior grew cold. Mason went over to the hangar control panel and hit the airlock button. The hangar door flew open, and we were ejected from the Aigaion. Right as we ejected, the battleship fired the fatal Anab missile, and the Aigaion was obliterated. As we flew away from the explosion, I felt my body shut down. I expected to fall fully under, but I realized Lereau didn’t expect to survive at all. The serum I was injected with only did half the work. My mind was alert, but I could not move. This was Lareau’s failsafe, to make sure the Whitehorse syndrome continued. Trapped in my body, I slowly went insane.

One Halloween I was at a party with some friends having a really good time. When everyone got there, and the party started getting really good, there was a loud noise from the basement. The person who’s house the party was at went downstairs with some other guys to see what was wrong. They came back upstairs 5 minutes later and said they couldn’t find anything wrong. Everyone went back to the party, as if nothing happened. A few minutes later the noise repeated itself. This time more people went downstairs to see if someone could find the problem. They all came back upstairs, because no one could find anything wrong. Everyone got back to the party, and stopped worrying about it. The noise happened again, but louder this time. The same guys went down to see what was wrong. The guys didn’t come back up this time. People started to get worried, and went downstairs, to find their friends weren’t down there. They opened the garage door and looked for the kids. They couldn’t find them anywhere, although their cars were in the driveway. The next day when the kids still hadn’t returned the boys parents filed a police report. They also did some research on the house and found that this same event had occurred several times to people who had recently lived in the house. The kids were searched for for years, but never found. The parents moved out of the house immediately. 

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Tim

One day after school I went to the beach. When I got there I trained a seal to do a back flip. Shortly after I went to a social gathering on the beach. I was having a great time until a man without a head attacked me. I through the man without a head into the ocean and continued having a fun time.

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Olivia

     There was a girl sitting home alone. There was a strange noise coming from the basement. So she decided to check it out. She grabbed her phone knowing there was something creepy about that place. She never liked going down there alone. She called her friend Kenny, he didn’t pick up. She said, ”Forget it.” As she got to the bottom of the stairs, she saw the garbage can fall over and the sound of a giggling older woman. She saw a white figure coming at her. As she looked closer, it was Debbie haunting her about those bad grades and poor GPA score. After that haunting, her GPA went up and so did her grades.

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Andrea

     One not so different day, walking home from school, Sally heard a loud cry coming from her house. Running to her front door she noticed she forgot her keys and she was now locked out. Sally emptied her purse in a panic trying to find her key. When sally could not find her keys she had to resort to using her cell phone to call the police, worried that something very bad had happened. While sitting outside the front door crying Sally’s dad drove up. After explaining to her father what happened and hearing the loud scream again, he unlocked the door and they checked around the house to make sure everything was okay. Running to her parents room police, fire department and father tagging along, they all found miss Hebert in the shower using herbal assents shampoo!

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Miranda

This is a story of Michael, but not the story of Michael Meyers- no; he is way scarier than Mr. Meyers because he does not walk the dirt of this world anymore. He haunts us in our sleep; he haunts us when we are awake. He haunted me when he was alive. This is a story about Michael Jackson!!

            Michael Jackson was also known as the king of pop. He looked as if he was your typical black pop star, but as the years passed- he turned white as a ghost and a man chopped off his nose. Michael Jackson was once very handsome, but when his skin magically turned white and an uncertified plastic surgeon cut his nose, he was pretty no more! He died June 25… of this year, and his face is everywhere!

            His image haunts my family and friends. I see his nose less face every other night doing the moon walk while screaming his signature, “Ooo!” It has been said that on every Halloween, he will come back to life, skulk in the shadows and eat trick-or-treaters’ noses. On Halloween, if you here an, “Ooo,”  run for dear life because he’s coming for your nose.

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Alyssa

              About five years ago my friend and I were ridding around through a neighborhood not to far from mine; it was a very nice neighborhood with a lot of little kids. There's this one particular house that just didn’t seem like it fit in; it was old and raggedy, looked like no one had lived in it for a long time. All the trees and grass were grown up and all the flowers were dead. There was also an old car in the back that looked like it hadn’t been driven in a while. We walked around the house and were a little scared, but finally got up the nerve to go in the house and looked around, we were very suspicious about it. We finally got inside and we could tell that something was weird about it; the door was really squeaky and there were a lot of spider webs covering the whole entrance. I didn’t really want to go through the house, but we did anyway. We kept hearing weird noises and ran out. It was the scariest house I’d ever been too.