
Clayton
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.
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Justin
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.
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Jordan
One time on a beautiful day my friend
Chris and I were riding our dirt bike through the
woods in Pell City Alabama. So we found this
trail on the side of the woods so we started
riding through it, and when we got to the end we
saw a no trespassing sign on a tree, but we
both ignored it and kept on going. Up ahead on
the trail there was a bunch of trees blocking
the trails so we had to find another way
around. Chris just rode right around it, and
as he was going he didn't notice there was
bob-wire connected to two trees. I screamed no, but
he kept on going, and it decapitated his head.
I
couldn't find help so Chris died there right
in front of me. On my way home about midnight after
that sad day I'm passing the road in the woods where he died, and I
saw him
just standing on a tree looking at me drive by-----
thinking to myself it's not true.
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Will
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.
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Katherine

The
Fraisers
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.
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Matthew

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.
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Shaman
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.
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