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2004 » Issue October 27 » Spooky Halloween StoriesMonsters and mysteryWe asked for it. And you responded with another flurry of scary and haunting creations in accordance with the Halloween season. What follows are four of the best entries from this year’s The Strange, Sad, Disappearance of Milton BarakoHave you heard about the old house on Milton’s Hill? It is old and creepy, with cobwebs everywhere, and has chipped paint. Legend has it that a ghost’s wail can be heard there, and if you listen carefully, you can hear wind that sounds like witches’ cackling. Now our story takes place in a little town below Milton’s Hill. This town’s name is Worad Town. In the town, there was an 11-year-old named Milton Barako. He was very inquisitive and got into all sorts of mischief. One day while digging in the dirt, he found an ancient tablet. The tablet said: A monster-y storyOnce there was a monster. He was big, long, fiery red, with 106 green evil eyes. He went to a moldy refrigerator, opened it, took out some eyeballs and some yucky vampire’s blood and set them on a table. He put the eyeballs in the blood. For a while, the monster was quiet while the blood turned green. Abruptly, he shouted “Eeeooga zippaty do ga ga ga ok ok!” The eyeballs fizzled franticly and blew up. For a second, the whole world looked like glop. Then a squeak was heard. The monster opened the door. A glop monster was there. “Oh, my old friend Bob,” the monster said. “Come in.” The disappearing fashionOn a beautiful Thursday morning in Los Altos, Jenny was waking up and getting ready to go to work. She got out of bed, took a quick shower, got dressed, ate a quick breakfast, and was on her way to work. She parked in the same spot that she normally parks in the back of the store. When she got inside the store, she said a brief hello to her fellow co-workers, clocked in and went to work. “Jenny, I need you to put the new clothes on the mannequin in the window, please,” said Jenny’s boss. Jenny got the clothes and started to work. She put the new shirt and pants on the mannequin and put it back in the window, then proceeded with her regular duties. Time went by quickly and it was time to close. They turned off all the inside lights and did a quick sweep, locked the door, clocked out and went home. The next day, Jenny went to work the same time she always does, late. But this time, one of her co-workers wasn’t there today. I will never forget how brave you were, PershecaThe trees were turning red and brown when I came home from school that day. I had a pile of homework that my teacher, Mrs. Devil, had given me. I walked up the stairs to my room. I dug in my homework and found a small coin. It looked old and mossy. I picked it up and as soon as I did a voice spoke, “Sabrina. Age eleven. Murder, ha, ha, ha”. This voice was cold and strong {it made me shiver.} But I was very fascinated with the coin. I could just read the words “Svorshever Cave of Death”. R.I.P.The answer to two plus four was obvious, but why I found a dead woman in my house was not. I remember that freezing cold October night when I couldn’t figure out what 32 squared times X was, when I heard a scream, a scream that made my blood run cold. Paralyzed with fear, I slowly got up and shut all the rattling doors and windows. Outside the trees were staring at me while I closed the blinds. Ensured that I was safe, I went diligently back to my homework. A few minutes later, I heard that same, spine-chilling scream that raised the tiny hairs on the back of my neck. Only this time, it was different, closer, coming from my basement. My mind was telling me something, to go loook, but I was too terrified to move. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to take a peek. |
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