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Libraries: The scary stories continue long after Halloween

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“The Walking Skeleton” by Keith Brent


Once upon a time, there was a person that got killed. Then, he turned into a walking skeleton. He was walking to the library. On his way there, he met a vampire. The vampire attacked the skeleton.

Next the skeleton met three spider zombies. He was scared but then he knew they were his friends, because they gave him directions to the library.

His bones rattled as he walked to the library.

Next, he met a ghost. The ghost tried to kill the skeleton back dead, but it didn’t work.

Finally, he gets to the library. He checked out a book about flying books.

“The Abominable Snow Monster” by Shane Gray

First grade

This is a story about something nice that becomes scary.

One day, I was playing in the snow. The snow was cold and soft and wet. The snow sounded silent and peaceful.

But then, as I was about to make a snoball, a huge face rose up from the snowy ground. Its mouth had a snowy beard and blue eyes that made me feel very scared. I was shivering with cold and fear.

Then, a humongous body followed the head and the big monster stood up. It was so tall, its head almost hit a cloud.

The snow monster saw all of us kids running from him and ran after us. He was faster than us, so we had to stop and make a stand. We all turned around and shot thousands of snowballs at him so he was covered with snowballs. Then, he picked up Sequoyah, Max and Morgan and tried to turn them into snowballs. We climbed up his legs so that he could not feel us.

And then, we all pushed him down at the same time back into the snow. He let out a growl and roar as we rescued our friends.

A whole bunch of us carried him home and made snowcones by ripping snow out of him and putting it into a cup. We added lots of yummy flavors. My favorite was lime.

We stuffed the rest of the snow monster into the refrigerator to save him for later.

“The Evil Snowman” by Cole Wettersten

Second grade

Once upon a time, there was a 7 year old boy named, Jack. He lived with his Grandma Rose and Jack did all the manly stuff.

One day, he collected firewood. But he was so excited about the snow that he forgot all about what he was supposed to do. Instead, he made a snowman.

Jack didn’t have any friends. So, he decided to wish that his snowman could play with him. He wished upon a star that night.

The next day, the snowman could play with Jack. He wished that his snowman could talk.

“Thank you, Jack,” said the snowman the very next morning. They played all morning, then the snowman asked if he could have a brain.

“Only as long as you can behave,” said Jack.

“OK,” said the snowman, “but don’t tell your Grandma.”

Before he dozed off to sleep, Jck wished his snowman could have a brain. But when

he was asleep, he had a dream. In his dream, the Goddess of Winter came to Jack and said, “that was a bad wish, Jack, and it’s going to make bad things happen.” So, Jack took back his wish.

The next day his snowman said, “Jack, I don’t think I have my brain yet.”

Jack said, “I think that is a bad idea. For 10 days, the snoman asked and Jack said the same answer.

Then, the snowman said, “If you don’t give me a brain, I’m going to get one myself.”

Then Jack said, “What do you mean?”

“I’ll take your brain,” he said.

Jack ran deep into the woods. He saw an old cabin and ran inside to hide. There on

the wall was a very old newspaper with a story about a little boy who had been killed.

He had been found by his sister, Rose. His brain had been taken out. The boy’s name was Jack.

Jack was so scared, he fell backwards into a hole in the floor. He landed in the basement. Then, he looked up and saw woodchips falling. Then, a terrifying sceam filled the air. Water dripped down onto Jack. Then, everything was still, absolutely still.

Then, a rope ladder swung over Jack’s head.

Grandma said, “The snowman is dead.”

“The Giant of Hakatoth” by Henry Hoyhtya

Third grade

Crunch. A paleontologist walked across the sand. He was looking for an amazing find.

He felt very calm until he saw a giant. He stood very still until he was sure the giant wasn’t looking. Then, he snuck by.

As he approached a dune, he saw human bones.

He silently said, “I’ll dig here.” He started digging when he found a rock floor.

The paleontologist took his pick and, clink, clink, suddenly he fell through the rocks.

He saw a tomb at the end of the hall. He went to the tomb and started to open it.

Suddenly, a rock slide came down and crushed him and was never seen again.

Years and years passed and water washed the rocks away, and dirt blcked up the passage. But the tomb stayed in the same place.

In many years, another group of paleontologists went to that desert. When they came up to the giant, they found a sign that the other paleontologis missed. It said:

Welcome to Hakatoth, the lost city. Warning. Do not be mean.

They had a couple of guns to shoot the half-serpent, half skelton giant. They shot the giant until he flopped down dead.

As they hurried around the serpent, they noticed the human bones covered up with dirt. They thought that was a good place to dig.

When they started digging, a mummified hand ripped out of the sand. The rest of the mummy tore out of the ground underneath it.

The small band ran for their lives. Then, one of the paleontologists remembered the guns. The, they started firing bullets at the mummy. The mummy started shooting magic at them. Suddenly, the mummy tripped over the serpent.

When he tripped, he accidentally shot his bringing back to life magic. Then the giant was under the paleontologist’s control because it ricocheted off the giant and hit the paleontologists and got really soft and went into the serpent.

The paleontologists told the giant to crush the mummy and it killed the mummy right there. The giant followed them home and was their pet forever.

“The Full Moon” by Elora Warren

Fourth grade – tie

One day, Jess Adams was walking down a cobblestone path as the sun slowly descended behind the glowing red mountains. Jess was a pretty girl with light brown hair that stretched down to her waist. She always wore a light blure dress that covered her ankles, which was proper in the 1880s.

The path crunched under her feet and around her the birds sand their final song before resting. Butterflies settled on flowers for the long night. The trees let their weary branches droop. All was peaceful.

Jess walked in and out of shops, her leather bag getting heavier and heavier. When she finally finished her shopping, it was midnight. She started off again on the crunchy cobblestone path. It bordered the edge of the forest. She looked up. A full moon was shining down on her.

Suddenly, a loud, deep growl arose from the woods. A werewolf lept out from the shadows. His fur was grey. His teeth were long and white. A pink tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his pur black whiskers. Jess inched away from the wereworlf and he inched closer to her. Sh was so afraid that he would bite her and sh would become a werewolf, too.

All of a sudden, he lept. Jess sprang out of the way just in time. The werewolf landed where she had been with a loud thump. He turned his head toward her and his yellow eyes pierced through her.

Then, as quickly as the werewolf had done, Jess Bounded into a tree. The werewolf howled a long, low howl.

Like a miracle, a large cloud covered the moon. With a shriek of pain, the werewolf changed into a man and sprinted away. Jess slowly climbed down the tree and gathered her packages. As quickly as she could, Jess hurried down the road towards home, never to see the werewolf again.

“Ghosts” by Simon Zink

Fourth grade – tie

It was one of those days when my asked me to take the dogs for a walk.

“Oh, mom. I hate walking the dogs. I’d rather ride my bike.”

“Fine. Just make sure the dogs go with you and ride for 20 minutes,” she instructed. I

took off on my bike, passing dead pine trees, waving meadows and glimmering mountains. The dogs bolted past me on their way to the upper meadow. I decided to visit the nordic hut on our ski trials. I forced my bike to a halt, ignored my dad’s warning to stay out and crept slowly towards the worn log door. I mumbled to myself, “Nothing bad was going to happen. I’ll just take a quick peek and then I’ll come out.”

I squeezed the elk leg door handle and pulled the door open. I stepped inside. Besides the dust particles floating in the dim light, and the thousands of cobwebs, the room was deserted. I glanced around and the door slammed shut.

“Huhh?” Now, I couldn’t even see the dust.

Then, for some strange reason, it felt as if I was being watched. I spun around and faced six pairs of ghostly eyes. I panicked, turned and fled towards where I though the door was. Bam.

“Ugh.” I rubbed the bump forming on my head. Panting hard, I yelled, “Show yourselves.”

Instantly, the dozen eyes popped out of thin air. There, in front of my eyes, were six ghosts. The ghosts were different than you typical whit ghost. They wore black hooded cloaks. I felt the warmth drain from my face and my legs started to tremble. of the hooded monsters swam through my head. It felt as if all the happiness was ebing sucked out of me and it was cold. I was exactly like the dementors in the Harry Potter books.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gulped in a mouthful of air, held my hands out in front of me and shuffled my feet towards the door. I crawled my hands across the rough, splintery walls, hoping to find the door. Every few seconds, the hooded creatures passed through me, and sent a cold chill down my spine. Frustrated, I shouted, “Where’s the door?” and pounded my hands on the rough wood.

“Whaah!” The door sprung outward and I tumbled onto the weeds.

Stunned, I shook my head but gasped when I felt a snorting in my ear. I braced myself for the hooded creatures, but started laughing when I saw my dog’s snout and smelled his bad breath.

“The Museum” by Adam Freeman

Fifth grade

“Mom, can we go to the museum now?” I shouted. It was the grand opening and the first 50 people there would get a free season pass.

Finally, we headed out the door. Luckily, the museum was only a block away because the car had an oil leak and it wouldn’t be back until Thursday. I thought I saw someone following us, but it must have been my imagination. It seemed like forever to get there and I thought we wouldn’t make it but we were fifth in line. I was so excited. I was the fifth to look at all the stuff. My mom said I could look around for an hour, then meet back here.

First, I looked at the cavemen. They were interesting, but I wanted to look at the bug section. It was closed, because they were still working on the exhibit. So, I went to the Egyption room. But there was nobody there. Suddenly, the gates behind me shut. I yelled for help, but nobody answered. I looked at my watch. I was 6:00. Closing time.

I started to get frantic, but, of course, it didn’t help. From behind me, I heard a noise. I slowly turned and there he was. The guy that was following me. He was just standing there in a leather jacket. It seemed like he was a statue with glowing bloodshot eyes. It was even scarier when it was in a room all gold and with a bunch of dead people in it. The eyes just drilled into me like I was tissue.

He came closer and closer until he was nearly two feet away. I tried to run, but my legs felt like bricks.

Then, in a blink of an eye, he shot his huge hangs at my neck and lifted me off the ground. I quickly reated and kicked him right in the face. I scurried under a table tyring to catch my breathe. Right then, I saw that the gate was about a foot off the ground. I army crawled toward the gate and when I was halfway there, he yanked one my leg. I kicked back at him and struggled away. I ran to the front door and of course it was locked.

Then, I saw a shadow coming down the hallways. It was him. I had to get out, but how? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a window in the dinosaur section.

I ran to the window but it was locked. I grabbed a chari and threw it against the window. At first, if just cracked. But it finally shattered. As I was carling out through the sharp window opening, I felt an icy breath on my neck. I jumped out and my arm cut on the glass, but I was out. I ran home and called the police. They never found that strange man.

These days, I don’t find the museum so interesting.

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