Scary Story (if I can think of one)

Ok, after some inspirational research, I got one. I just read some scary local legends, and then found a good one and made it into a story. So I didn't make up the idea for this, I just made it into a story.



Once upon a time there was a legend. It belonged to a small town in Connecticut called Thorn Creek. It took place in a graveyard. The legend said that in 1898 an little girl died, and was buried in the graveyard. People whispered that if you stood on the girl's grave at midnight and counted to 1,898, and then stabbed a knife into the ground on the grave, then the girl's hand would come out of the grave and pull yo in there with her.

Now our story jumps to the present day, to the live of three friends: two girls and a boy. The two girls' names were Jenny and Rachel, and the boy's name was Sam. One night, a couple of days from Halloween, something terrible happened. Upon discussing the legend among themselves, the three friends came up with an idea. They were all convinced that, of course, the legend wasn't true. But, being a teenager, and in need of a little thrill for Halloween, Sam dared Rachel to test the story. He promised her twenty dollars if she could do it without running away.

So, that night, a little before midnight, the three friends ventured to the graveyard. Rachel was nervous, but of course she wasn't that scared. She stepped carefully up to the grave, realizing with shiver of fear that the name on the grave was Rachel Franklin. Nonetheless, she started to count, pausing now and then to look back at her friends. Sam and Jenny were giggling a few feet behind her, Sam looking a little grim at the prospect of giving away twenty dollars.

When Rachel finally reached 1,898, she took a deep breath and stabbed the knife into the ground. Feeling a little relieved, she turned to go. All of a sudden she felt a tugging at her leg. She looked down to see what it was, but of course, at that moment the moon went behind a cloud and it was too dark to tell. Rachel tried again to leave, but she was held fast. She started to scream for help.

Unfortunately, her friends thought that she was joking around, and laughed. This only made Rachel get more frantic, and she began to breathe heavily, moaning and trying to pull free. Sam and Jenny laughed again, and turned to go, thinking that once Rachel had had her fun she would follow. Rachel breathed harder and harder, until she felt her breath catch in throat. She yelled and yelled for her friends, but they didn't come.

The next day, Sam and Jenny still hadn't heard from Rachel. They went back to the graveyard to see if maybe, possibly, but probably not, she was still there. When they got there they saw somthing at the base of the headstone of Rachel Franklin's grave. They ran forward, and upon closer inspection, saw that it was Rachel. Her face was blue. Horrified, they called the police. While they were waiting for the police to arrive, and after they had gotten over their initial shock the two friends concluded that she had hyperventilated and been, for lack of a better term, scared to death. Then they saw what had been holding her down. The knife was stabbed into the leg of her pants.

The police arrived, and could come to no better conclusion than Sam and Jenny. They did, however, find one thing: a twenty dollar bill lying next to Rachel. Sam confirmed that he still had is, and so that is the only thing that still remains a mystery.


Gosh I'm so bad at endings... anyway,
Here is the site that I got the idea from: http://www.halloween-website.com/scary_stories.htm
If you scroll all the way down it's the third one from the bottom. I added some stuff, obviously.

Pathetic

That game vs Chaska was pathetic!!! 47-7? Really? Okay I've been listening to Christmas songs all morning and now I'm kinda depressed because it's only September..... oh well.... okay well I need to work on my lax homework now......................................................................................... this was short but too bad oh well go cry!!!!!!!

im your biggest fan i'll follow you until you love me

Wassup?

So, did you like my Hindi? if you want to know what it said read the comments and I wrote it there...... so, school... well, west is so much better than here, but the new pride program weirdness is there too, so i think its safe to say that they changed our schools for the worse... they were a lot better before. plus, what is this? we get graded on hawktime now??? wow, stupid!!! well luckily we're only there for a year! and then its off to chan!!! except for abby, who i recently (and a long time ago, i just forgot) learned is going to that catholic high school that meaghan's dad works at which the name of i won't say on the internet!!! well............. not much else to say except oh yeah i got a phone!!! and justin bieber sounds like a girl!!! what? yeah i know...... and lady gaga is apparently a hmaphrodite...... idk if i spelled that right.... well anyway........ bye now!!!

स्कूल...

व्होया!!! इट्स इन हिंदू!!!!!!!!!!! वहत थे हेस्क??????????????????????// वेल, थिस शौल्ड कोंफुसे एवेर्य्बोद्य फॉर अ व्हिले.... मय्बे थे मस्सिवे कुएस्शन मार्क्स विल हेल्प......... ???????????????????????????????????????????????????/ वेल इफ यू कैन ट्रांस्लाते थिस थें ठाट इस गुड..... वेल बाय............

Trying My Hand

Well I'm sure you all don't want to hear ANOTHER reason why I hate Mrs. Hodgins, but whatever I'm telling you anyways. It's because since we never did ANY creative writing the WHOLE year, I have lost my talent. I'm not trying to brag, but I used to be really good at writing, but now I suck!!!!! It's a horrible feeling, knowing you have the ability to do something somewhere inside you, but you don't know how to make it come out. It's like a beast! Like at first in second grade when I first started to recognize my love for writing, thanks to Mrs. Cummings, and continuing throught fifth grade, there was this writing beast that just thrashed around and random pieces of it would escape through my hands, wild and untamed and raw. But then around fourth and fifth grade, I was starting to control the writing beast and make it into real writing, good writing. And in sixth grade I perfected it, with help from Mrs. Peterfeso. So finally in seventh grade I was ready to go places, with this writing beast at my side, tame now, but we never wrote anything! And so the poor, obedient little writing beast was sad, because once I had calmed him I ignored him. But it wasn't my fault! And yes, I could have done creative writing on my own, but I was busy, as school can make you. So finally, after being ignored so much, the writing beast hid away somewhere inside, and now, though I've tried many times recently to find him, I don't know where he went. And I'm worried that when I do find my writing beast, he won't be the same. He'll be quieter, twisted by the strict writing rules of seventh grade language arts, twisted into something that resembles more a bunny than a beast.

So anyway, enough with that extremely long metaphor... oh wait I said like... that would be a simile.... ok whatever thank you internal Mrs. Hodgins radar... anyway I'm going to again try my hand at writing something, anything, and I WON'T DELETE ANYTHING! So if I start something and realize it sucks, I will leave it there, enter twice, and start over, so that you guys can see my progress. If there is any progress, that is.



Well right now I'm trying to think of a topic, so I will

All I can think of is topics for Halloween/horror stories.... Is that sick or because of that commercial for Jennifer's Body?


Idrissa. He wished his name actually applied to him. Immortal. Well, he didn't feel immortal, as hunger clawed at his stomach. Bitterly, he wondered how he could starve in a busy city such as this. Ahead, he spotted some French tourists buying roasted corn from Jawara, a corn roaster.

roasted corn from the corn roaster? hmmm..........

whatever, i'll leave it.

He ran up behind them and, keeping a safe distance, began to follow them. Sure enough, after a few bites of the hard, unsalted corn, they began to look around for a place to throw it away. Idrissa stepped up to them and politely asked for the corn and, feeling lucky, a little money too. A few Francs never did him any harm. Unfortunately, the tourists looked at him in confusion. So. He had been wrong; the tourists were American. He motioned to the corn and then himself, and then put on what he hoped was a convincingly hungry face. Not that he had to change much. The Americans, not used to so much poverty, readily gave them their corn, and one thousand Francs too. Idrissa noted to himself to make it a point to look for more Americans. One thousand Francs would feed him for at least three days, maybe four if he could stretch it out. For now, he took a bite of the roasted corn.

Ok, this is not going to so well......... ok, well I'm kinda tired (its twelve fifteen) so maybe I'll go watch a movie... (valkyrie? i wanted to see that and we have it on netflix) or else just sit in bed and play cards and whatnot....................... i'll try this writing thing again later........ but I STILL HAVENT FINISHED MY HOMEWORK FOR LANGUAGE ARTS AND I HAVE TWO DAYS TO FINISH IT AND THATS NOT REALLY WHAT MATTERS, WHAT MATTERS IS DO I REALLY WANT TO SPEND THAT LAST TWO DAYS OF SUMMER DOING HOMEWORK???????? NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT I GUESS THATS HOW ITS GONNA HAPPEN..... WHATEVER.... IT WONT BE THE WHOLE DAY I GUESS........ well anyway thats all.
bye!!!


ps today i say a meteor. falling from the sky. seriously. i know it was a meteor because it was going straight down and i could see even though it was really really far away and really really high that it was on fire for a little while, while it went through some part of the atmosphere. anyway, pretty cool right? i've seen one before so this is my second time but still, a meteor. i would laugh if it had aliens on it!!! they would become my friends. i would teach them english and they would protect from things that i needed protecting from. like other aliens. yaaaaaayyy!!!!! well bye!!!

pps wow this was a long post!!!