Scary story contest winners

Kaleigh Bruce Gower West School Willowbrook

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Updated: November 26, 2012 6:12AM

The Doings invited our young readers to send us the scariest story they could imagine for our annual Scary Stories contest. Our third-, fourth- and fifth-grade writers didn’t disappoint. They showed plenty of imagination and talent. We read the stories and picked first-, second- and third-place winners in each grade. We hope you enjoy them as much as we did.

THIRD GRADE

1ST PLACE

“AHHHHH!” She ran. And she ran fast. Do you want to know why she was running? She was home alone, her parents said they would only be gone for an hour and her brother was at a friends house. She was just reading a book, minding her own business. But then...the power in her home suddently went out and it was very dark. She went to her basement to grab a flashlight. When she got to the basement, she shined her flashlight at the fusebox. She saw red goo dripping down and a sign that read “YOU’RE NEXT!” All of a suddent her flashlight blinked on and off and then it turned off. She heard unfamiliar noises. Then the power came back on and she heard a creepy voice that said “Eat it!” Something that looked like a knome mixed with a zombie was crawling out of the fuse box. She dropped the flashlight and ran upstairs. The door was locked. Very locked. She took the bobbey pin out of her hair and picked the lock. Thankfully it worked, or so she thought at the time. She ran and she ran fast through the house. Suddenly the knome zombie monster came out of the floor vent and gulped her in one. As she was gone the creature took over her house and then the entire street. She kept running but there was no way to escape. — Brook Bauer, Prospect School

2ND PLACE

“The Night Before Halloween”

It was a cool night at 8:00. I was going to the Halloween store to get a costume for Halloween. While I was looking for a costume, I had to go to the bathroom. When I was there, I heard a noise. I washed my hands quickly, ran to the door, and found the bathroom door was locked. All of the sudden I heard another noise. It sounded like, “Boo!!” I screamed and pushed the door and it finally opened. I ran to leave the store, but that door was locked. I was stuck in the Halloween store! I heard lots of other noises. I ran all over the place looking for a place to hide until the noises stopped. I continued to try to open the door again but it would not budge. I pushed the door really hard and it opened! When I ran out, I didn’t realize I was holding a costume in my hand.

That night when I was going to bed, I heard a knock at the door. My mom and dad answered the door. It was the owners from the store. They saw something mysterious on their camera. I explained the noises and what had happened. They told me they’ve heard those noises before but other people have not gotten out. From that day on, I never went to that store again. — Jonathan Black, Gower West School

3RD PLACE

It was a cold, rainy night. Isabella was walking home from Tae Kwon Do practice. As she was walking home she saw a dog that was limping. Isabella followed it and led her to a Hotel. As she entered the Hotel, she cried out “is anybody here?” Nobody was there.

Isabella felt alone, scared, worried, and frightened. All of a sudden the door slammed shut! As Isabella turned she saw yellow eyes peeking out. The eyes got bigger and bigger and closer to her. As the yellow eyes got closer Isabella ran under the couch. Then she jumped up and tried to scare it away by giving it two round house kicks and an Ax kick to the back of its neck. Then there was a great big howl!

The yellow eyes said, “ouch Isabella that hurt!” Then she realised that yellow eyes was not a werewolf after all, instead it was her friend Elizabeth. After Elizabeth took off her Halloween mask the girls giggled and went to the door to leave, but it remained locked. How are the girls going to get out, AWHOOO! — Isabella Meneses, Gower West School

FOURTH GRADE

1ST PLACE

“The Scary But Weird Tale of Jack the Pumpkin”

One day Jack the Pumpkin was sitting in the pumpkin patch thinking about his greatest fear. Being cut and carved with a silly face and a candle in him. Then it happened. He got cut and taken to the evil kidnappers fortress.

He got put on the strange cutting counter waiting to die but strangely, nothing happened. The kidnappers ran off, probably to kidnap more pumpkins, Jack thought. He took a look around. Maybe this place isn’t so bad he thought. Except for the huge carving knife!

A few days passed and it was close to Halloween. Jack never got carved but got put on the porch. He took a look around and thought that it was nice to be outside again. It looked a lot different than the pumpkin patch. There were cars zooming by the house like mad and Jack hoped he wouldn’t be taken out there and rolled over.

On Halloween, Jack was worried the most. The reason was because he didn’t want to be a Jack-o-lantern. All the kids loved Jack. They thought he was cool. One little kid even gave him a hat! It was the best! Only two older kids didn’t like him. They were chucking pumpkins on the street. They gave him a smug look and walked away. If Jack were human he would’ve been freaking out! Luckily he survived Halloween.

Then the people brought him inside again. They had their knife out. I don’t want to die! Then they cooked him into a pie! In the oven he was trying to think what they needed him for. Then it hit him. He was so focused on Halloween he completely forgot about Thanksgiving! — Cole Gordon, Field Park School

2ND PLACE

We decided to go upstairs to play the card game, Apples to Apples. When we got to my bedroom we heard a moaning sound. We thought it was just the wind so I went to my closet to get the game. When I opened the door I saw something white, a ghost! My heart was racing as I slammed the closet door, grabbled Megan’s hand, and ran downstairs. As soon as we got there Megan asked why I had brought her back downstairs. I told her that I had seen a ghost. At first she didn’t believe me but when she walked back upstairs and opened the closet door (hoping to prove me wrong) she saw the ghost and it wsas flying! She was so frightened she ran back downstairs! We discussed what to do. We slowly crept back upstairs with toy swords in our hands to scare the ghost. Every time we took a step the stairs creaked.When we got upstairs we tip-toed to the closet, opened it, and started hitting the ghost with the toy swords! We heard the ghost whimper so we backed away. We were expecting the ghost to fly away but it kept whimpering. For a moment we just stood there. Then, in an act of bravery, Megan grabbed the ghost and yanked it! She wasn’t holding a ghost though, she was holding a white blanket! We both turned our heads and looked in the closet. There was no ghost. The only thing there was my crazy little puppy wagging her tail. We stood there for a while, flabbergasted, then we both burst into peals of laughter!

Afer a few minutes we stopped laughing and finally got to play Apples to Apples. While we were playing Megan asked me a question that kept me guessing, “How did your dog fly?”

To be continued . . . — Claire Williams, Highlands Elementary School

3RD PLACE

“Rose”

In the forest he closed his eyes on the pebbly ground, as he drifted off to the dream world. ScccAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” A skull splitting shriek. Clements’s eyes broke open. No sooner had it come from the left, it faded to the right. Crunch, crack, snap! The forest floor said as he looked for the source. He found a railroad at the end of the wood. “A train!” He yelped. He trotted along the track, He came upon an abandoned train of boxcars. A car door was open. In the box he climbed. Over a box he looked. “ScccAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” A bridesmaid, dead, swept him to the corner. “Why are you here? Where did you come?” Another one joined “Ernest! Ernest Krake!” she said “Why are you here? Where did you come?” the first one chants. They pushed Clement through the boxcar, landing him on his back, sprawled across the thick metal rail. He was paralyzed in fear. A shimmering ashen ghost with a torn bride’s dress poured out of the train. “ScccAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” She was an inch away from him. “So this is how Ernest ends, an inch away from the person he ended.” She hissed with that voice like an evil little girl trying to act innocent. “You loved me. Remember . . . Rosen Church, silver dagger . . . Murder by your hand.” Terrified Clement whimpered. “N-n-n-no.” “So Ernest Krake don’t remember Rose Florn, the person you were going to marry but instead jabbed with a knife?” Clement then sounded stronger. “I-I’m Cement Easte.’ She seemed to pick Cement up onto his feet then circled him. “ScccAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Clement was suddenly transported into the boxcar, all of his joints; bent the wrong way. Five cold metal objects dangled in the air. Rose’s materialized claws shot in Clement’s skin and tore through his flesh, Fast. Blood gushed from his sides. As if a concequence Clement remembers that people told him stories about his great uncle. One that was sworn true was that he was sent to prison for the murder of his fiance; Rose Florn. Clement whispers, “He’s already dead” as a silver dagger plunged into his heart. — John Tischke, Madison School

FIFTH GRADE

1ST PLACE

“My Scary Story”

I was rocketing through the forest, for I still heard the werewoIf’s howls echoing through the cool air. The beast was chasing me, a speeding bullet, copying my every move. Was I frightened? No! Well, maybe a little bit.

I tripped over a tree root, and collapsed to the ground. The wolf stopped in front of me. His glowing ruby eyes will forever be in a memory. I lifted my bow and arrow, and shot. His furry paw grabbed a hold of the arrow, and it snapped as he clenched his fist harder together. I wanted to scream, but nothing emerged from my mouth.

A screech boomed out of his mouth. I’m surprised the trick-or-treaters didn’t hear anything, as they ran door to door. Why couldn’t I be trick-or-treating like a normal person right now? But of course, I’m being chased by psychotic werewolf! Again I shot my bow and arrow. This time an arrow nailed him in the shoulder blade. He howled, and the ground shook like an earthquake had occurred. For the last time, I aimed for his chest, and the arrow flew from the bow. It glided in the air. I felt like everything was going in slow motion. Finally, the arrow planted itself in his chest, and he whimpered, and disappeared into the night.

When I got home that night, my parents, older brother and younger sister had just returned from trick-or-treating. I climbed the stairs to my room, and as I did, I caught a glimpse of my brother’s eyes. They were glowing ruby red. — Charlie Cave, Walker Elementary School

2ND PLACE

“The Big Scare”

Once upon a time, a man was driving in the middle of nowhere. It was Halloween night, midnight to be exact. All of a sudden, the car spun out into a tree and broke down. The man left the car and walked one mile east until he found a house.

The man knocked on the door and a very, very old man came to the door. The man said, “My truck broke down a mile west from here. Can I stay for the night?” The old man said, “Sure, but don’t go into the basement.” The other man said “Ok, that’s fine by me.”

He started to lie down on the couch and suddenly heard strange sounds coming from below his feet. Looking around, he saw a strange looking handle sticking out from under the couch. The man lifted the handle and was looking down at a really long spiral staircase that had no railings. When you looked down you could only see a bottomless pit.

Although the man promised not to go into the basement, he decided to go anyway. He walked and walked down the stairs as quietly as he could for what seemed like forever. At the bottom of the stairs he turned and was face to face with a giant, hairy creature inside a cage! The creature was a huge, purple gorilla with fangs that were almost a foot long.

The man screamed and started to run up the stairs as fast as he could. He heard the gorilla rip the bars of the cage and could hear the creature’s pounding footsteps behind him on the stairs. The man hid under a chair but the creature grabbed the chair and threw it out of the way, screeching in a terrible way. The man ran and hid behind a pillow on the couch, trembling with fear.

The gorilla threw the pillow out of the way, screeched again, poked him on the shoulder and said, “Tag, Your It!” — Ian Peterson, Ogden Avenue School

3RD PLACE

“The Hag”

Brooke and Caroline were not looking forward to another boring Halloween in their small town of Shady Oaks. They were sick of getting the same granola bars and toothpste from their elderly neighbors and being home before eight. The girls met outside of their houses and headed down their lane, pillowcases in their hand. When they went to the first house, a tube of toothpaste was dropped in to each of the pillowcases. At the end of the street, their pillowcases were full of apples and toothpasaate. Caroline looked up to see the abandoned street full of ancient houses. As an idea started to spark in Caroline’s mind, she walked toward the street. Brooke saw her friend walk away. She ran after Caroline to ask her where she was going. Suddenly a thought occurred to the two; that they would have some real Halloween fun and prank someone by ding-dong ditching them. But not just anyone, the old hag who lived in a broken down house and never came out of it. Caroline and Brooke never saw the old hag but they had heard Caroline’s sister talk about her.

“Do you want to do it?” Caroline asked her scared friend.

“Sure, but you have to ring the bell,” Brooke said with a hint of fear in her voice.

As they got closer to the house, Caroline felt her hands get sweaty, which only happened when she got nervous. The house looked as if one touch would make it collapse. Caroline quickly rung the bell and ran down the steps with her friend beside her. Suddenly Brooke felt as if something picked her up and was taking her back to the hag’s house and so was Caroline. Soon, the two found themselves facing an ugly witch. And at first Caroline and Brooke thought that it was her costume but then realized she was actually a witch when she snapped her fingers and made them do crazy things for her for their punishment. For half of the night the two did chores, stole things for the hag, and other horrible things. But the friends didn’t know anything they were doing becasue of the trance they were in. Soon the hag was satisfied and put them back into past time where they were running away from her house. Caroline and Brooke didn’t dare to have any more Halloween fun after that Halloween night. — Saba Ali, Lane School

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