Congratulations to our winners! All levels, Kindergarten through 8th grade, were given the same challenge to write a Spooky Story! The following is from our Middle School (6,7,8) class:
The Dagger
By Rachel Creed
Hey, my name’s Katie. I’m 13. I live in the small, historic town of Cape Charles. I’m pretty skinny, and pretty clumsy. Let’s get one thing straight. I am not afraid of anything. I go sky-diving. I explore murder scenes. Once, I jumped off the school building. Well, I’m usually not afraid of anything. I do tend to wince at the thought of death. I just try not to think about it when I’m doing something dangerous. But when someone has a dagger and they are about to plunge it right into your throat, you get cautious.
Okay, let’s start from the beginning. My parents, who are commercial directors, were filming in Beverly Hills. My idiot-for-a-babysitter, Mary, was out with her boyfriend Jon. Knowing Mary, she wouldn’t be back until 3:00 in the morning. It was only five o’clock p.m. when I figured I’d go for a little adventure. I went around the block, and saw something weird behind the Baptist Church. There was this old, caved in house. “That’s weird…” I thought aloud. “Seems like I got a run down house to explore!” I ran over to check it out. I went inside and looked around. I couldn’t believe it. Inside it looked as if someone was living there! The floor was swept. There was a couch and a television set left on. I could smell pizza coming from the kitchen! And what made me really sure was that I heard voices. “Uh-oh,” I thought. “I better get out of here!” But when I turned around the door was shut tight. I tried to open it, but it was locked! I kept trying when suddenly I was grabbed by the shoulder and turned around.
“And just who are you, may I ask?” a strange woman spit out roughly.
“Er, Katie,” I said. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t know anyone lived here. I’ll just be going-“
“No! You must stay! I haven’t had a guest in decades!!!!” the strange woman shouted. It was really disturbing. I tried to run, but she grabbed my arm and dug her nails into my skin. It really hurt! She pulled out a dagger and aimed it at my neck. I was afraid. Luckily, that only made it easier for me to knock it from her hand. For some reason she didn’t bother to pick it up. She just stood there staring at me.
I wondered if I could possibly take her down. She was huge. Maybe she wasn’t very strong, but she could use her weight against me. She stabbed a finger at me and told me to stay put. Then she walked upstairs. Did I listen to her? Yes. Did I obey? No. I heard foot steps coming back down the stairs. I quickly opened the window and jumped out. I took a few steps, and I just couldn’t believe it. I tripped over my own feet! I turned around, and there the crazy old woman was, shouting at me through her window. You haven‘t even given me a chance!!!” I struggled to my feet and began to run home.
“How do you like me now, you CREEP?” I shouted behind me. I ran home and locked all the doors and windows. Everything went okay for the rest of the night. The next day, just out of curiosity, I went to check out the house I’d pondered yesterday. When I first saw the house the other day, I was really surprised. Where the house used to be behind the church, there was only ruins! I quickly ran over. There wasn’t anything there that would have ever shown anyone had ever lived there. That’s when I saw something that really gave me a fright. On a little pile of ruins, there was a dagger.
-Katie Penn, 1956
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