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October 27, 2004
Sharing, Listening, and Reflecting Together!
  
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 From
the Deep…
By Christina
Murray Dickinson was pretty ordinary, to say the least.
His shaggy brown hair was tucked behind his large, out-sticking ears by
thick glasses, the same glasses that were covered by bangs. He was a
little out of shape, but who could tell, as Murray always said, he wore
baggy clothes. But, what wasn’t ordinary about him was his only fear.
Yes, the rumors are true, Murray was afraid of the bottom of the pool,
which was…well, interesting, because he was on the swim team. He had
trained himself so that whenever he jumped into the pool, he could push
himself to the surface with a single stroke. Well, enough explaining
for now, this is Murray’s story…
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It was a full moon on a warm summer evening, Murray and his
friends were racing each other in Murray’s backyard pool. They raced
and wrestled and dove and jumped, but only when Murray’s friends left
did he start training. He crossed the pool twelve times, four laps for
each stroke.
Suddenly,
after the last lap, Murray stopped. Green bubbles rose from the deepest
end of the pool, a letter etched into each one. Murray gasped, clutched
the pool edge for a few seconds, taking in what he read on the bubbles.
He grasped his glasses and ran hard into his house. What was written on
the bubbles, “Die Murray, I’m in the deepest end!”
Murray had
tried to tell his parents, but they wouldn’t listen. He dreaded the
next night, a Sunday, when his friends would come over again and he
would be forced into the pool once more. As Murray had concluded, the
same thing had happened that next night. The friends played hard and
left Murray with the bubbles, “Die Murray, I’m in the six foot!” The
third night, “Die Murray, I’m in the five foot!” The fourth night, “Die
Murray, I’m in the four foot!”
The fifth
night, Murray was pushed outside by his parents, forcing him to succeed
in the sport that would bring about his execution. He swam again
shakily, and awaited that execution like a knight in battle. A hideous,
green, webbed hand emerged from the clouded water, and grabbed Murray by
the throat. He fought and kicked as the monster pulled him down into
the deep…
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 One
Stormy Night
By Ilyse
On a cold windy night,
Olivia and her three friends, Gertrude, Anastasia and Betty were hanging
out at the mall. Anastasia looked at the clock and noticed they were
late. They knew that if they didn’t take the shortcut home, they would
not make it home in time. The only problem was that the shortcut was
through the old, gloomy, mysterious, cemetery where strange stories have
been told about the people who went in there and never came out the
same. Although they knew this, they did not want to risk getting in
trouble for being late.
As they entered the
cemetery, they noticed that the sky was darkening and the clouds were
getting grayer and grayer by the second. BOOM! A crash of thunder
shook the sky. FLASH! A bolt of lightning zapped the headstone in
front of them.
As the four friends started to walk
faster they noticed that all of the headstones were covered in cobwebs.
DRIP! DROP! DRIP! DROP! BOOM! Buckets of water were flowing from
the clouds. As the water came down faster and faster, they noticed that
the door to the funeral home was wide open. They decided to stay there
to dry off. As they slipped through the door, all they could hear was
the clicking of their teeth, and the slamming of the door behind them.
“Who did that?” Olivia asked, but no one
replied. They began to shake as the hairs on the backs of their necks
rose.
As they wandered through the empty
hallways, Gertrude screamed, “Ahhh! I’m caught in a cobweb!”
As the three other girls turned around
to look, nothing was there. The creaking of the wood woke the bats as
they swarmed above their heads. As Betty reached for the knob, all four
friends rushed into another room, away from the bats. When they were
safely inside the room they started to hear a faint creaking sound. As
they slowly turned their heads, their eyes began to bulge and their
knees started to quiver. They noticed the coffin started to open and a
hand slowly rose up as they heard a faint whisper say “I’m going to get
yoooouuuu!”
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 The
Legend of the Beast
By Billy
There’s a small hotel in the
middle of town where people come from all around to stay. The only
problem is, when they do, they’re taking a chance of being eaten
by “the Beast.” If the Beast is in the same room you’re sleeping in,
you’re in trouble. You never know if he’s in your room or not because
he hides under the bed. When you fall asleep, that’s when he attacks.
Once there was a man that
didn’t believe in the Beast, so he didn’t mind sleeping overnight at the
hotel. As he was preparing to go to sleep, he heard some scratching
noises. “Sccccrrraaaaatttttccccchhhhh!” He assumed that the noise was
just some trees scraping against the hotel walls. Assuring himself that
everything was okay, he went to sleep.
In the middle of the night,
he was awakened by groaning noises. He thought that they were coming
from under the bed. He looked under the bed and saw two beady eyeballs
staring at him face to face. The second he peered into those eyes, the
man was gone! He was never seen again.
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