WINNER: Talmadge Butts
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Journal Entry 1
October 1
Running through the darkness, the frigid teeth of the night sinking into my skin,
freezing my core. The icy needles that I desperately breathed in stabbed unmercifully at
my lungs. Blood flowing freely from various wounds that I have no memory of acquiring.
No sound could be heard except a deafening pound in my eardrums. Is there a reason I’m
running? Is there a reason that now that I’ve stopped I can no longer remember? I turn
around to be greeted by nothing but the dark of the night. I blink in this eternal abyss.
When I open them I find myself awake in my apartment, drenched in sweat. Just
another dream. They’ve been increasing in number over the last few weeks. Because of
them, sleep has become something done with a morbid curiosity; an apprehension that I
can’t quite describe.
Journal Entry 2
October 13
I woke up to a sharp pain in my back. When I got out of bed I could feel the blood
flowing down to the floor. I looked into the mirror at the mutilated flesh that was my
back. Before I had the chance to wash away the blood it was already gone; all of it. No
blood, no wounds – Nothing.
Time to get dressed.
Journal Entry 3
October 17
The visions have gotten worse. The dreams are no longer confined to my sleep,
not that I’ve been able to anyways. I’ve begun to black out for extended periods now. I
can no longer eat.
October 21
In the darkness I could see them, their distorted silhouettes moving towards me
with a primal hunger, an unbound desire. I collapsed – they were closing in. The bus’s
brakes screeched as it stopped in front of my complex. I was home.
Journal Entry 4
October 21
Whenever I close my eyes I can still hear their frantic footsteps getting closer –
Their endless chanting.
October 24
The blood that was my gloves kept my hands pleasantly warm on such a cool
October evening. The crumpled body beside me was such good company. I brushed its
hair back, away from those blank lifeless eyes. When I gazed into them I could see
myself staring right back. I spit into the sink and rinsed out my mouth.
October 31
As they flailed my back I could see the blood pool around my knees. The torches
burned with a fire that cackled at the act; cackled at my pain and my tormenters ecstasy -
my ecstasy and their torment. As the blood from gnashing my teeth and the tears I so
freely wept coalesced, I looked up at the masks. The masks that wielded the object of my
punishment (or was it my reward?) laughed at the spectacle with affixed smiles and pairs
of eyes that reflected the act, the torches, the hell.... that was my heaven.
WINNER: Emberly Saxton
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The Shadow
I hear the click of a door opening and footsteps tread across the room. Anxiety pounds in
my chest as I lay still and breathless. I know it is him before he even speaks. I feel his presence, much like a fleeting glimpse of a phantom. I cherish his visits as if every one were the last. “Drink this, my darling,” he says, his words like silk f low ing from his lips. I comply and sip the vile liquid he holds to my mouth. It is my medication. He says it will help me. He says that being locked in this room upstairs will he lp me as well. I can only hope he is right. He smiles down at me. “Get some rest dear,” he whispers, caressing my face. I drift off to sleep with the gentle touch of his f ingertips. When I awake, it is not yet dawn. The night’s sounds echo outs ide. I try to distract myself by looking out the window. Moonlight illuminates the outside, freeing it from its prison of darkness, creating shadows that threaten to consume the light. A movement in the shadows catches my eye. It is the size of a human. I scream for my husband. He pounds up the stairs and throws open the door. I meet his embrace, close to hysterics. “There is someone outside.” He soothes me into a calmer state, “What did you see?”
“It was large, like a human.” He quickly tucks me back into the bed and leaves the room. Minutes later, he returns. “I found nothing. No trace of an animal or human. You were only seeing things , dear. It was only a shadow.”
The Shadow, as my husband referred to it, continued to appear every night. I would wake
up and convince myself to glance out the window. There it stood, getting closer and closer to the window each night. I would call out to my husband, and he would come, only to assure me that it wasn’t real. But I was convinced it was. In culmination of the many sleepless nights spent in my conf inement , I finally caught a glimpse of the figure’s face. At first, I surmised that a cloak covered this intruder when a beam of moonlight struck its grotesque face. It’s horrid, the sunken eyeless sockets, the slits of a nose , much like that of a snake’s. I yell for my husband, just as before. There is something amiss and I realize that his footsteps are slower, more composed. My frantic breaths and sobs prevent me from screaming out for him to hurry to me, save me, but my efforts are in vain. The footsteps stop outside the door. The door flings open and there stands the gruesome creature, the incarnation of death himself. His dreadful arms arise, as if he is a lover attempting to embrace me. My husband says it is only my imagination. It is not real. It is not real. The creature enfolds me in his arms. I struggle. I kick and push, twisting and turning until I f inally free myself. I glance around the room to f ind something to use as a weapon. A bed and chair is the only furniture in my room. An idea forms in my head. I pick up the chair, and shatter the window. Shards of glass fly, scattering on the floor. I grasp the largest, sharpest piece. I have never killed anyone. But as I looked into the demonic eyes of the creature when I stabbed it, I did not think of myself as a murderer. The creature collapsed and I stood motionless, panting, with blood dr ipping from my hand where the glass had cut me. I finally muster enough courage to look down.
The crumpled, bloody body of my husband lay at my feet.
Runner Up: JaDalvin Spencer
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My scary story
by jadalvin dondre spencer
Once upon a time there was a boy named Bobby Allen Cheeks.He was the new kid in this school called Todd Duffy Middle school.Bobby was the type that every body picked on becouse of who he was,they called him names some of the bigger kids punched and kicked him.Bobby was tired of the kids picking on him, so he decided to tell his princaple he told him he would handle it but he did it the wrong way. One day he was walking home from school and the older kids jumped him,they broke his neck and jaw. Bobby was supposed to stay in the hospitol for three weeks but he died on his second week there. Once the other kids heard that he had died they started to worry,they thought his parents would call the police and have them thrown in jail. After his funeral the older kids said they would never speak of this moment or Bobby every again.It was about a month after Bobbies death and every thing was back to normal, the older kids moved on with their lives just as every body else did, nobody thought nothing else of Bobby. People had been saying that they could hear Bobbie's scream on the street ,but everybody thought it was just a lie. So one of the older kids said they'd check it out after school. Later that day he was walking on deaths street which is the street where Bobby was jumped.He sat there and sat there, He didn't see anything so he decided to leave, but just as he turned around Bobby was right behind him. The next day the other kids wondered where their friend was,an soon the found out he had been beat to death but there was no evidene to find out who did it. Some of the kids assumed that Bobbie's ghost or someone that wanted revenge for his death did it. Some said that he was jumped by
someone else and some say Bobbie's ghost did it. Some of the kids were scared to go on the street, and some wanted to see if the myth was true. The ones that did never came back.Scence there were so many deaths on the street they closed the street an the people that lived there had to leave there homes and find new places to live. But for the kids that picked on little Bobby...know he is waiting on you to visit deaths street.
RUNNER-UP Adam Swedenburg
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The Dotson family vs. the ware wolf family!!
By: Adam Swedenburg
It’s starting to get cold at nights. But is it cold enough for the Dotson family? I suggest it is not seeing how we are doing a camping trip the week of October 31, 2011. We want to go to the majestic jungle. The majestic jungle is in South America.
It is nothing but jungle and woods for many, many miles. We are a family of four that is going. Mom is Janna, Dad Jeff, Brother Brian, and of course me the youngest child Chris. Jeff is planning on taking the 1987 Mustang. He took ten years to restore it back to meant condition. It is blue with red paint stripes down both sides. It’s a two door vehicle, which of course are butterfly doors.
“Ring, Ring, Ring!!” Janna turns over and looks at the alarm clock. She then hits the snooze button and rolls back over. “Ring, Ring, Ring!!” she turns over and sees that the alarm reads 5a.m. She turns the alarm off and gets up out of bed. It is now 5:30am, and she is waking up the rest of our family.
Our entire family is up now and Brian and I are about done packing our stuff. Jeff has a good bit of stuff he has to get packed for the trip. Mom is done packing and is cleaning the car out. Brian and I finished packing and now helping mom pack the car down. The last thing we packed was dad’s bags. The clock is now showing 7am, as mom cooks a fast breakfast. We finish eating and our now ready to hit the road.
Dad begins to drive to the special airport. The special airport is the only one who carries’s people to the majestic jungle. As well they let Dad’s mustang ride on a plane created for carrying vehicles. We arrive finally at the airport at 12:30p.m. We get on our plane at 1:10p.m. Jeff and we arrive at the majestic jungle at 12a.m. camp gets completely set up by 1:30a.m.
The interesting thing is that at 1:30am, it is already light here. We go wondering around the jungle. Brian realizes that dad is missing, and is now hearing ware wolfs. Mom remembered that she saw dad’s pistol when she was unpacking. All of us decide to go get it for safety. Brian makes a fire and mom is making smores.
It is now getting dark and there is no sign of Jeff anywhere around. The sound of the ware wolfs comes back but a lot closer now. I hear something in the leaves and yell for it comes into sight. It finally comes into sight and was shocked by what we’re seeing! It is dad going through the process of becoming aware wolf. Mom is really upset and amazed by upset that she is seeing her husband like this.
Jeff comes and sits down beside the fire. Thirty-minutes after his arrival we hear ware wolfs and now they’re coming for us. We left dad at the fire and headed to the Mustang. Mom put everything except the pistol in the Mustang. I and Brian were given the job of watching for the ware wolfs. Brian spotted a group of ware wolfs!! We loaded the pistol and began shooting. By now we have killed ten.
We keep loading the pistol and shooting. A man with a long black beard and a rifle comes out the woods at our right side. It’s about 12am the day after Halloween. The man with the rifle begins to help kill the ware wolfs. In an hour we are trapped by ware wolfs all around us. Suddenly we hear something flying and are now stuck between ware wolfs and vampires.
The vampires are killing the ware wolfs amazingly fast and easy. All but one ware wolf is left now. I notice it’s dad but before I can do anything the vampires get him. I wave a final wave to my dad as he waves back and falls to the ground. Me and Brian decide to go back home with the Mustang. When we arrive at the house nothing within the house is different.
When we wake up in the morning dad and mom are down stairs eating breakfast. We tell them about the trip and we get informed that we were having horrible nightmares. It is Halloween and we are headed to our church for trunk or treat. It is where church members bring their cars in put candy in the trunk for kids to come get. I want all the candy I can get. I love candy as much as I love my brother. \
We arrive at the church and notice that one of our church members was the dude with the rifle. We go and talk to him for awhile. We get informed that not only did he have the same dream but also have marks and scratches on his body. Me and my brother go to the restroom and look on our bodies and realize that we to have mark and scratches. It is now scaring us that we had same dreams but also have marks and scratches. We go back to the man and tell him we have marks and scratches. Then he points out the fact that all three of our marks and scratches look the same.
We will never know if mom and dad had the dreams as well. But we also know that is really don’t matter because something is up with us and the other man. We had the same dreams and same marks and scratches. We will never know if mom and dad know what is going on. But we understand that we are never telling anybody about this again. But from us to you this is top secret stuff. Please tell nobody or we will to be in your dreams. Have a Happy Halloween!!
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