The Scariest Story of All
By: Jacob Gaffron
A high schooler writes a scary short story for the newspaper.
“What if my story gets into the newspaper but nobody reads it?” he thinks anxiously.
Nobody bothers to read the October edition of the newspaper. But if they do, they don’t read the stories. Anxiety is the scariest monster of all.
Warmth Needed
By: Jonathan Stetchock
Cold rain from the black sky above me soaks into my clothes. My legs nearly fail from running through the thick forest. I fall into a tree, clinging on as if my life depends on it. My breath appears white in the shrilling of wind as I gaze out on an open field. At the center, a dark tree crawls from the ground. I look behind me, desperately searching the black woods for any movement. A crack of a branch comes, and I bolt into the field, collapsing at the base of the ancient tree. Its dark dead wood covers me while my eyes scour for a pursuer. The rain gets quieter. The branches of the tree shake less. A warm comfort slowly comes to me. The pursuer doesn’t feel as close as before, but the branches begin to look like arms… And the shrilling… it’s become… breaths
The Light Switch Ghost
By: Peyton McKee
It was ten o’clock on Halloween night. Noah and his friends just finished Trick-or-Treating in their neighborhood. They were laying on Noah’s living room floor trading candy like most kids were. Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off three times. Noah and his friends screamed as loud as they could in fear. No one was by the light switch. They freaked out. Who could it have been? They decided to ignore the flickering. They turned the lights off and put on the movie Hubie Halloween. After watching the first ten minutes of the movie, the lights flickered again. The boys still had no idea what was going on. They went over to the light switch to investigate. Walking in a single file line squeezed together, the boys made it to the wall. They saw Noah’s little brother sitting on the floor. It was him flickering the lights the whole night.
