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[The Tale of the Horrifying Haunted School ]
[The Ghost Next Door]
[Ivan the Terrible] Added Feb. 1998
[The Ghost ]
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The Tale of the Horrifying Haunted School by Roland, III Just when you thought it was safe to go to school! Chapter 1 Hello, I'm Nick Wisenfeld, IV. You can call me Quatro. My friend Peppey Perre Eugene is coming on the most horrifying trip ever with me! February 6, 1996 It was just another boring day at Baker Street with me delivering papers. I thought to day was going to be like any other day, but I was wrong. I was dead wrong! With the breath of wind at my face, riding my bike was a fun way to go, until the sky turned a scary color of charcoal black. Then it started to rain hard, and I was soaked. When I got home, everybody stared at me. I was in trouble! My mom sent me to bed a whole hour earlier. The next morning, Peppey & I got on our ten speed bikes and rode to Johnson Avenue to look at an old school. Some people say no one comes out once they go inside! "Weird!" whispered Peppey. As we entered the crudely fashioned school, a ragged old man in a faded old blue janitor's suit met us. He warned us to stay clear of any rattling sounds such as chains, footsteps, or the word - death! We entered with a wax candle. The soft radiant glow soon blew out. We found ourselves in a class room with the word: d-e-a-t-h written boldly on the chalk board! Next we went through winding, twisting tunnels full of confusion and a labyrinth that finally led to the library. We listened and heard chains! This time, we looked around and saw behind us .. a ghost! He was wearing big gray rusty chains. He was mouthing some sort of message. "G-O B-A-C-K!" Go back! Either we're not wanted here, or we've missed something. Then we heard some sinister evil howling of a dog or a werewolf! We ran for cover. We hid behind a wooden desk and saw a 7' tall man that knocked on a wall. He said, "TNT". With a nerve wrecking click a secret door swung open! Peppey whined, "I don't think we should go in!" "Don't be such a 'fraidy-cat. We won't get gobbled up by the boogy man. Now c'mon! Let's go in!" I said, taking charge of the situation. After 25 minutes of crawling, we found bones of humans and ... and snakes!! Maybe I was wrong about getting gobbled up! After 15 more minutes of crawling, it was noon. We found a laboratory with the janitor talking to a werewolf! He was feeding him meat! Then Peppey sneezed! The werewolf howled and started to charge! We crawled for our lives! That night, it was going to be a full moon and a scary night. We thought we should run for our lives! We ran fast to get to our bikes! Chapter Two Oh, no! "Oh, no!" we screamed in wretched horror. As we got to our bikes, there were zombies, ghouls, and the same ghost we saw in the library! The odds were thin, but I remembered zombies hate water. We soaked ourselves in water and then drenched the zombies! KER BLAMO!!!!! Every zombie turned into a flower. As for the ghouls, they ran away! But still the werewolf and ghost were out there, loose! We've had enough! We must get home! Peppey and I rode off into the sunset, very wet, but still friends. No one will believe us, but we know the truth is out there. The End
The following is a story sent to Triple by one of his pen friends from England. Jayme Lee is 7 years old and has a wonderful imagination!
Dear Triple,
I have a ghost story to tell you, it is called ...
The Ghost Next Door
by Jayme Lee
One day there was two girl’s and one parrott. One of the girl’s name was Amy and the other one was called Goldie. The parrott name was John.
The girls and the parrott really argued, because of a ghost which was greedy, this ghost had a whole bag of gold just to himself. So Amy said, I’m 11 years old so I’m not scared of anything. She went up the stairs of the old creaky house ... creak...
into the house...
Creach...
and there she saw in front of her eyes “THE TREASURE!” She put her hand out and then the ghost popped out and said “You leave that treasure alone, it stays on the floor.” Amy was so scared that she stayed on the spot for a full six seconds!, and then ran as fast as her legs would carry her ... down the stairs ... Creak... and out of the door ... Creach ... and she said to her friends, “don’t go up into that room, there is a ghost in that house.”
John said “I will go up into that room then”. So he flew up the stairs and into the room, without a Creak... or a Creach... He would love to get the treasure. He put his wing out, and he was just about to get the treasure, when the ghost appeared and said “don’t touch the treasure, it stays on the floor”. John was so scared, he flew down the stairs and out the house without a single Creach or Creak, and said to his friends, “You are right, there is a ghost up there!”
Goldie said “you two are such wimps”. I’ll go in the house then. She went into the house and up the stairs ... Creak ... into the room ... Creach ... and got the treasure and did not think it was going to be that easy and she could not see the ghost anywhere. Creak or a Creach. She said “I can get the treasure, why can’t you? and I didn’t see the ghost! Why did you?”
Amy and John didn’t know what to say accept, “OH!”
And that is how the story ends.
Ivan the Terrible
by Triple
Ivan the Terrible
One night while the family was not home, Ivan sat sulking in his chair. It had been weeks since he had been played with. The more he thought about this, the more enraged he became.
Finally he said, “Ooooh! It just makes me so mad! Little Miss Molly gets played with every single day.”
“Yeah!” a chorus of his men yelled.
“And Commander Will Cox gets even more attention than us!” one of them shouted.
The big unruly mob yelled in approval.
Then suddenly, the tallest and ugliest soldier in the group asks, “Why not capture Miss Molly? Then we could dispose of her in the stinky dumpster down the street.”
There is a silence. Then the mob begins to grumble in agreement.
Meanwhile back at H.Q., Commander Will Cox is listening in on Ivan ...
“Yeah, OK! Now get your weapons ready we’re going right now.”
“Oh no!” exclaimed C.W.C. “I must save Miss Molly!”
With careful planning, a box of Lego pieces, some 40 Micro Machine Men, an aircraft carrier, jets, and missiles, he was ready. He then assigned jobs that his soldiers should do. First he had them put up Lego blocks at every road, so the green army could not advance. Second, the Jets were ordered to run a circuit of the town and countryside. Third, the air craft carrier was made ready in the fish tank. Finally, they set up all the rocket launchers. It was tough work, but it soon paid off.
After the city was cleared out, the war started. First, it was just name calling using a messenger. Then insults were exchanged by the electric train. Then the situation turned into a raging battle.
CWC fired the first shot which was a missile. It was a direct hit! Ivan was not amused. He tore down the blockades and drove his tanks into the city. The heat was on. Luckily, CWC’s solders put hidden poppers in the road. The tanks were destroyed. Ivan’s men ran away for fear of more poppers, got lost in the sock drawer, and were never seen again. Ivan, the coward, snuck away, but CWC’s men eventually caught him and banished him to the land of the sandbox. Miss Molly was safe at last.
THE GHOST BY JAZZY AGED 9 YEARS.
ONCE THERE WAS A BOY CALLED LUKE. HE WAS A VERY BRAVE BOY. NOTHING AT ALL COULD SCARE HIM EXCEPT A GHOST.
NOW THIS IS HOW THE STORY STARTS.
LUKE WAS A KIND BOY BUT HE WAS A BIT OF A SHOW-OFF. THE TWO WORDS WHICH HE HATED THE MOST WERE, "WE'RE MOVING" , THAT'S WHAT HIS DAD HAD SAID ABOUT TWO WEEKS AGO. THEY WERE MOVING TO A TOWN CALLED TRAN-O-TON. IT WAS COMPLETELY WEIRD. THERE WAS A OLD FASHIONED BAR WHICH WAS COMPLETELY DESERTED. A HAIR DRESSER PLACE WHICH HAD DROPS OF BLOOD ON THE FLOOR AND A HIGH, REALLY HIGH HILL, WITH A CROOKED OLD HOUSE ON THE TOP.
"THAT'S WHERE WERE MOVING" DAD SAID PROUDLY
"ISN'T IT A BIT CREEPY?" SAID LUKE'S MUM
"NO WAY MUM, ITS AUSUM!" SAID LUKE.
THEY DROVE UP THE HILL AND UN-PACKED THERE BAGS .
"THAT'S WERE ME AND YOUR MUM ARE GOING TO SLEEP" SAID DAD,
"THAT'S WHERE YOUR GOING TO SLEEP" SAID MUM.
"RIGHT UP THERE, BY THOSE CROOKED DOORS IN THAT COB-WEBBED ROOM BY THAT DISGUSTING CUPBOARD IN THAT STINKY BED, YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME" SAID LUKE.
"NOPE" SAID DAD," BUT IT LOOKS KINDA SCARY"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE SCARED OF NOTHING" DAD SAID
"I'M NOT SCARED BUT YOU HAVE TO ADMIT IT DOSE LOOK SCARY"
"WELL O.K IT DOSE LOOK A BIT SCARY"
"THERE YOU'VE SETTLED IT , CAN WE PUT THE FURNITURE IN NOW?" SAID MUM
"OF COURSE " SAID DAD. "LUKE PUT YOUR STUFF IN YOUR BEDROOM"
"OH DAD"
"NOW" SAID DAD.
"I DON'T NOW WHY I'M SCARED" THOUGHT LUKE. SO HE WENT IN HIS BED ROOM AND UN-PACKED HIS STUFF. "THIS ISN'T TOO BAD" WHISPERED LUKE ONCE HE UN-PACKED HIS STUFF. THEN HE HEARD A VOICE.........."WHO IS IT?" SAID LUKE
"SAY YOUR SORRY, SAY YOUR SORRYYYYYYYY"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME ?"SHOUTED LUKE.
"SAY YOUR SORRRRYYYYY"
LUKE WAS SO TERRIFIED THAT HE RAN DOWN STAIRS. "MUM! DAD!"
"WHAT" SAID MUM .
"THERES A GHOST IN MY BED ROOM"
"THERES A WHAT IN YOUR BED ROOM?"
"A GHOST"
"A WHAT?
"A GHOST!"
"YOU MUST BE DREAMING" SAID DAD
"HE MIGHT NOT THOUGH, THIS PLACE DOSE LOOK HAUNTED" SAID MUM
"NONSENSE" DAD SAID CALMLY "THIS PLACE HASN'T EVEN HAD A GHOUL, LET-ALONE A GHOST".
"BUT I HEARD IT WITH MY OWN TWO EARS , I CAN HEAR BETTER THEN YOU YOU- NOW"
"WHAT DID IT SAY THEN" SAID MUM FRIGHTENLY.
"DO I HAVE TO, IT WILL MAKE ME LOOK DIM"
"WE'RE YOUR PARENTS WE DON'T CARE"
"OH WELL ALL RIGHT..........IT SAID COME ON SAY YOUR SORRRRYYYY"
"STRANGE" SAID DAD. "I'LL GO CHECK"................................"THERES NOTHING THERE"
"BUT , BUT.........."
"NO BUTS ABOUT IT, GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM AND GO TO SLEEP"
"O.K I'LL GET TERRIFIED TO DEATH YOU DON'T REALLY CARE" LUKE MUTTERED. SO POOR OLD LUKE WENT TO BED AND THEN HEARD "
SAY YOUR SORRRRRRRRYYYYYYY"
"W.. W.. WHO ARE YOU"
"I'M THE GHOST OF THE HOUSE"
"BUT WHY ARE YOU SAYING SAY YOUR SORRY ?"
"WELL IT WAS JUST THAT THIS WHOLE TOWN IS HAUNTED AND I'M THE ONLY GHOST WHO HAUNTS IT SO I DON'T LET ANYONE IN"
"IN OTHER WORDS YOU SCARE THEM OFF" SAID LUKE LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM WONDERING WERE THE GHOST WAS.
"WELL YEAH, BUT YOUR THE ONLY PERSON I'VE TRIED TO SCARE"
"WHY?" SAID LUKE LOOKING CONFUSED.
"I CAN SENSE THAT YOU ARE A BIT OF A SHOW-OFF SO I'VE TRIED TO MAKE YOU LOOK SILLY.... AND BECAUSE YOUR BRAVE. SO I'VE TRIED MY HARDEST TO SCARE YOU"
"WELL YOU DID SCARE ME" SAID LUKE
"THAT'S THE ONLY THING?"
"ALRIGHT YOU DID MAKE ME LOOK SILLY"
"I CAN DO MORE THEN THAT, BUT I GAVE YOU A CHANCE TO LEARN A LESSON"
"WHAT WAS THAT?"
"NOT TO BE A SHOW OFF!"
"OH, I THINK YOU'VE LEARNT A LESSEN AS WELL"
"WHAT?"
"NOT TO SCARE!"
"O.K IF I PROMISE NOT TO SCARE PEOPLE AND YOU PROMISE NOT TO SHOW-OFF WE WILL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER!"
SO THEY MADE THAT PROMISE TO ONE ANOTHER AND THE TOWNS PEOPLE CAME BACK. SO WHAT HAPPIER ENDING CAN YOU THINK OF?
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