Terrifying Times in Target

It was a semi-chilly morning in November. Genevieve Rose was walking into her job at Target at 8:00 that morning like she tends to do. As Genevieve is walking in, she realizes that her entire store had been infested with Red Card-preying zombies. She was terrified. She ran for her life, but she was never able to escape the Red Card thirsty zombies that were her bosses. Jerome, the most fearsome, made his way to her. Genevieve finally realized it was time to take a stand against these terrible creatures. She braced herself, ready to fight, but when Jerome finally got to her, she told him she was tired of how she and the other humans had  been treated, and she was ready to do something about it. He looked at her, his face turning red, and just like that, she was incinerated. Gone from the face of the work place, never to return.


PS. I didn't actually get fired lol

A Man of Talents

There once was a man.
 This man had many talents, many of which had a ban.
 Some say he was a sorcerer, others, a madman.
 But this man had an odd quirk, something no regular person might do.
 He had a thing, a knack, for collecting worn out shoes.
 He would roam the streets, dancing with glee,
 when on the ground, a shoe he would see.
He bent over, but had a stop so abrupt,
due to the truck that was to show up.
In the blink of an eye the man was gone,
with a splash of red on a nearby lawn.
Organs were displayed all over the ground,
many of which have yet to be found.
The moral of the story? It can't be beat.
Don't pick up shoes from off the street.

Boo

BOO!!!!!! I scared you!!! Now your insides are jello and you are crying.

That deaded moment that presents itself thrice a week.

It was Tuesday morning. I had just spent a great, rather normal weekend. After school Friday I had a basketball in which we won off a Joshua Melvin 3-point buzzer beater. The next day I woke up around 10:30am, ate some brunch, mowed a couple of my neighbors' yards. I went to dinner with a couple of my friends at the Cheese Cake factory. Brittany couldn't go, but it was no surprise to us. We hung out around the mall for a couple hours, and then I went home. The next morning I got up and went to church with my family. Sunday school was fantastic - we were discussing the faith of Abraham. The worship service was also great! We sang three of my favorite songs, and the sermon was on prayer. After church my family and I went to Los Rios where I ordered the Chicken Fajita Nachos with no tomatoes (so they make it fresh and it is warmer) and a side of lettuce. I went home, prepared for Tuesday's bible study, watched the NASCAR race (Jimmie Johnson won). I then headed to band practice at church and then participated in the youth group activities. After leading worship and having our small group (in which Dalton arm wrestled Steven Hawkins), I drove a couple of friends home. I then went home and went to bed. Monday brought a plethora of Literature and government homework. I was busy with school until around 5:30pm. After that, played guitar for a few mins and then at grilled chicken and corn on the cob with my family. I played Legos with my younger brothers for a while. After they went to bed, my family and I watched the latest episode of NCIS: Los Angeles (Agent Callen died). The next morning, I woke up at 7:00am. I stayed in bed for twenty-five minuets dreading the moment that was fast approaching. After rising, I got dressed, brushed my teeth, shaved (per Mom's request - I am secretly attempting to become James Harden). I went down stairs, grabbed a bowl of lucky charms. I grabbed my books and waited a for my sister to be ready to leave. Twenty minuets after getting out of bed, I am on the road. After my four minuet drive to school, I parked my car (in my parking spot that everyone knows never to park in). I walk into school. Greet my friends, settle down for literature class. We are reading Uncle Tom's Cabin. I attempt to pay attention, but I am tired of being told what happens. After Tom dies, the entire class is really sad. The bell rings. I gather my belongings. I realize that in ten minuets, the moment I've been dreading will have arrived. I grabbed my calculator and book and slowly walked with my friends down the long hallway in front of the office. I strike up a conversation with Ally in order to procrastinate the inevitable. However, our conversation ends when she mentions her Letterman. We then proceed down the hallway. I see it in front of me. I attempt to resist, but I know I cannot. I enter the room. Sit down. Hold my ears, hoping to prohibit myself from hearing the bell ring. It doesn't work. The bell rang. I say a quick prayer. It is the beginning of second period. The horror had started. I could already hear the screams. Physics class had begun.
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I ended up surviving physics, but I knew that in 5700 minuets I'd be right back in class.

He's Here

It all started about a month ago. I had just turned 16 and was excited for the new freedom I would have. But, instead of getting a new car for my birthday, I was ripped away from my friends and the life I knew. I was taken from New York to the middle of no where, Oklahoma. I was so angry that my parents would do this to me but I was even more enraged when I saw the house we moved to. There was no one around for miles. The house was painted a faded cream color that was cracking and wearing away. Panels and shutters were falling off the house, I could tell it was extremely old. The inside was covered in cobwebs and everything looked like it hadn't been touched in 50 years. The old house creaked with every step. The antique furniture had a thick coat of dust on it and the fabric was fraying at the ends. As I complained about these things to my father, he said "so its a bit of a fixer-upper. You'll survive." After a few days I had finally accepted my fate that I would have no life and that I would die alone. I noticed something wasn't right about this house. After a week of living there I began to hear things. The odd creak here, an unwarranted squeak or shift there. I convinced myself that it was all in my head and that I was just so lonely that my mind was playing tricks on me. As the days went on these sounds changed. One night I was trying to fall asleep when the noises became increasingly loud. The creaky sounds turned into foot steps. They were surrounding me. I heard them above me, below me, and all over the walls. They stopped. Silence. It was so quiet that it was eerie. Then I heard a whisper. And another. There were hundreds of voices whispering to me. They said, "He's coming for you." The whispers grew louder and began to yell at me. I was terrified. I tried to run away but when I jumped out of my bed I slipped on something wet. The ground was covered in a thick dark liquid. I looked at my hands and realized it was blood. I tried to scream but no sound came out of my mouth. I managed to stand up but the voices continued, "There's nothing you can do" "Get out while you still can." Fear overcame me I ran outside but I could still hear the voices. I ran and I ran as far as I could. I was in the middle of a field of land that my family owned. The voices and darkness surrounded me and I couldn't escape. A figure appeared in the distance. The voices said "Its too late he's here." I tried to run but it felt like my feet were nailed to the ground. I collapsed screaming and crying in the dirt for what seemed like hours waiting for my fate. Then I felt a hand on my back. I screamed then I heard a familiar voice. I opened my eyes and it was daylight and my mother was standing behind me. There was no one in the field and the voices had stopped. I was no longer covered in blood. My mother took me home and I tried to explain what happened to my parents but they thought I was going insane. I refused the stay there another night but there was no where else to go. My parents convinced me to stay and luckily the voices did not come back. I was starting to think all of it was in my head and none of what happened that night was real. About a week ago the voices came back but instead of saying sentences they just said one word, "Seven" they said it over and over again. I was very confused and didn't know what it meant then the next day they said "six." I realized they were counting down. last night they said "one." Night time is quickly approaching and I'm terrified. What every they have been counting down for is tonight. What will the voices say? as I crawl into my bed the sounds begin. This time they weren't whispers. They are back to the original eerie creaks and groans. Silence overtakes the room and then one voice whispers "He's here."

Scary Stalker

As I walked home from school I just knew I was being watched. I peeked over my shoulder only to see something step into the alley I had just passed. I quickened my pace and when I got home my parents were not there. They must have been held up at their jobs so I would have to hop the fence to get in through the back door. After hopping the fence I heard someone walk up the front porch and bang on the door. I then ran inside and peeked through the kitchen window to see who it was. It was the mailman with a package to big to fit in the mailbox. After getting the package I locked the front door and went up stairs to put the package in my parents room. Just before I left the room I heard the floor creak. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him. He was six feet tall at least and he had just entered my little brothers room. As I tiptoed out of the room to get my phone the floor creaked, he poked his head out of the room and the last thing I remember was him grab me by the throat and throw me down the stairs where my little brother stood defenseless.

Halloween 1996

Halloween night I have been looking forward to this night all month this is the first year my mom is letting me go with my friends.  I live in the little town of Haddonfield, Illinois where we take this night very serious every one dresses up and every gives out candy.  I'm going as the boogieman and my two friends are going as a Doctor and a sheriff.  It is about seven o'clock we have just started trick or treating around eight are bags where almost full and thats when we past the house.  This house is not like any other house it has been abandoned since December 1963.  All the windows are broken it is over grown with vines and trees, all the paint has peeled off of it the wood has rotted and turned black but to top it all off the last person who went in side was never seen again.  Suddenly we see something moving in side it we cannot make out what it is.  We take a step closer to get a better look as we get closer we are able to make out a shape it's a human.  As we keep walking closer it keeps walking closer then it just disappears.  We take off running when we get to the end of the street we turn around to see if there is anyone behind us and there he is standing out side of his house the real boogie man the one person every one in this town fears.  He starts walking closer to us so we start to run as we start to he disappears.  We start to go back to my house to tell my parents but the only way to get back to my house it to walk back past his house.  As we are approaching his house we she someone standing at the end of the street it is my older sister who is looking for us, we start to run to her to tell her what happened.  When we get to her she is petrified with fear she slow starts to point across the street where he stands.


The end