{"id":1088,"date":"2016-02-29T08:43:57","date_gmt":"2016-02-29T13:43:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.acpsk12.org\/labyrinth\/2014-2015\/?p=1088"},"modified":"2016-02-29T08:43:57","modified_gmt":"2016-02-29T13:43:57","slug":"spooky-scary-short-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.acpsk12.org\/labyrinth\/spooky-scary-short-stories\/","title":{"rendered":"Spooky Scary Short Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"

Tragic Love by Shawn Ikhide<\/strong><\/p>\n

I sat nervously in my chair. There was no light in the room. My fingers gripped the armrest of my chair, turning white. I poured some wine and had some crackers. I crushed the crackers into the wine, stirred, and gulped it all down. I could still hear the bangs in my head. The first one was out of anger, the second accidental– I blamed him for her death, but I knew who the real culprit was. I see him every day, haunting, taunting me, especially when I look in the mirror. She is also there. She is different though, her eyes dark pits from watching broken dreams. Her body aged and withered. But she still has that same smile. The smile I fell for in college, the smile she gave me when I kissed her, the smile she had when I asked the question and she said yes. The ring was too big but we got another one. Then there was him. He was my only friend. I thought I could trust him. He was kissing her when I found them. I was compelled by a rage– I grabbed the gun and fired, but she got in the way and fell. She gave me a smile, not the one I loved her for but an apologetic one. I grew weak and scarred, my rage gone. I cried silently as he came at me, angry. He tried to grab the gun, and we wrestled over it. He fired a shot but it ricocheted and hit him in the back. His eyes turned white as he joined her on the floor. I am still sitting in the armchair as I see her twirling and dancing. Finally, I can take it no more and I leave my body, giving up life, to go join her.<\/p>\n

The First Floor Mystery \u00a0by\u00a0Betelhem T. Demissie<\/strong><\/p>\n

On a stormy day in October, students sat in class, waiting for the lesson to begin. The clouds were ash gray causing the room to look very dark, in the early morning. The rain was falling like it never had before, the storm followed by a rhythm, constantly and loudly. The wind howled as if it wanted to participate in the melody of the rain and the storm. In B102, Mr. Albert sat in his chair, his legs on the desk. The kids sat waiting for him. No one spoke in Mr. Albert\u2019s class because no one wanted to get on his bad side, but it seemed that Mr. Albert was already angry. His shook his head, making grunting noises. Minutes passed until one brave little soul spoke, stuttering.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Albert, aren\u2019t we-we- going to learn today?\u201d A small little girl asked. He looked at her but really everyone did, the kids questioning her actions.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what is crazy about this. It’s bad enough that the school board decided to open school today but what’s even worse is the fact that your parents brought you anyway. It\u2019s madness I tell you, madness!\u201d He said to the girl. She looked at him, unsure of what to do next. Mr. Albert got up from his chair and looked at the kids. They looked back, their little heads popping out of their big jackets.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell then, you want to learn?\u201d He said to them. \u201cYou, get some markers from Mrs. King class downstairs.\u201d He said pointing at a small kid with green shirt, the lights flicked as he spoke.<\/p>\n

The kid looked at his classmates, unhappy that he was chosen. Without saying a word, he left the room slowly and the kids and Mr.Albert were silent, waiting. Only a minute has passed, when the kid came running, breathing heavily, looking white as ghost and his eyes wide.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is wrong with you?\u201d Mr. Albert asked, relaxed and leaning, his arms crossed.<\/p>\n

The kid just shook his head, looking at Mr. Albert in pleading eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you want me to help you, you have to answer kid.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cah–the-the–a..\u201d The kid began. Everyone watched him tremble.<\/p>\n

\u201cA sound, the-ther-there is a sound.\u201d He finished.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat sound?\u201d Mr. Albert said.<\/p>\n

\u201cM–M-Monster.\u201d Just as he finish his words, Mr. Albert laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, kids these days, you\u2019re something. You have a wild imagination I tell you. Wild!\u201d The kid looked at him, sad that he did not believe him. He slowly sat in his desk, his eyes still wide from shock.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, now is anyone MATURE enough to get me a marker, so we can learn.\u201d He continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will. I am not scared.\u201d A little girl said, getting up. Mr. Albert smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood, Anna.\u201d The girl left the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, We were talking about fractions on Friday weren\u2019t we?\u201d The kids nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me Johnny, What is an improper fraction?\u201d The kid with the green jacket looked up from his desk. He couldn\u2019t speak for a minute or so, just looked at Mr. Albert.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. Since Johnny decided he is going to go mute, any other volunteers?\u201d Mr.Albert said. No one answered, the kids all looked at something else. Mr.Albert turned following their gaze, and saw the little girl Anna, shaking.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are the markers?\u201d \u00a0He said.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe–he- said, \u2018Down come down\u2019 he-\u201d She paused. Still frozen, only her mouth moving. The students all looked at Mr. Albert, waiting for his response.<\/p>\n

\u201cEh.. you too? I just have to go myself then, since everyone seems to be losing their mind today.\u201d He said and went to the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t move, I will be back.\u201d He said and left, moving the girl to the side as he walked out. The kids looked at each other and as if they planned it, they all began to follow. \u00a0Walking through the hallways, just behind Mr. Albert.<\/p>\n

He was walking to the stairs as the kids stand behind him, watching. He turned, shook his head and stepped on the first row of the stair. Then a deep voice said, \u201cDon\u2019t come down!\u201d<\/p>\n

The kids screamed, Mr.Albert was shocked. He couldn\u2019t believe what he was hearing.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho-Who-Are you!?\u201d He managed to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t come downnn.\u201d It said, stressing the\u00a0n<\/em>. The kids scream again on cue. The teacher quickly said, \u201cshhh, go back to class. You need to get away from here.\u201d<\/p>\n

They responded quickly and they all ran to class, as if the creature below was right behind them.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my!\u201d Mr.Albert said as he closes the door. The kids stood by their desks, scared to even sit down.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe just keeps saying that.\u201d Johnny said. Mr.Albert turn to him, puzzled about the fact the kid face was normal again, his eyes back to its normal size. While everyone else, including Mr. Albert was shaking.<\/p>\n

\u201cEh..well..I will..eh..go and check this thing out. In-In the meantime, stay here okay?\u201d He looked at them, making sure that they understood. He opened the door and he left, closing it behind him so the kids won\u2019t follow.<\/p>\n

As he walked through the hallway, he heard a squeaking sound. Starled he stopped and looked around.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello! Anybo-Anybody there?\u201d No one responded. The rain was the only sound that he heard. Slowly he reached the stairs. He looked down, terrified.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe-\u201d He started but the thunder interrupted. He hesitated, afraid of the dangers that lie in the bottom of these stairs. He was going to go back, when he heard a voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t come down!\u201d Mr. Albert jumped terrified of the loud noise. He slowly got closer to the stairs again, telling himself to act like a leader through every step.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not? You can\u2019t stop me!\u201d He said trying to sound braver than he actually felt.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you will be hurt!\u201d The voice responded. Mr. Albert couldn\u2019t believe that this was happening. This had to be something from a movie, scripted, unreal he told himself. \u00a0He was scared but angry as well. He couldn\u2019t believe what he had to deal with. Now, the kids are in his hands and if anything happens to them he might get fired, or worse. As he thought about the dangers that he might encounter, he slowly put his foot on the stairs. Slowly and careful as if he was stepping on a lava.<\/p>\n

He counted in his head, \u201cone-tw-two-three–\u201d As he went down step by step.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Albert! Please don\u2019t go!\u201d someone said. Mr. Albert turned, and saw Johnny looking at him, terrified.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing here? Get back to class!\u201d Mr. Albert said, but little part of him was glad, that someone came.<\/p>\n

\u201cI–I want to be here.\u201d The kid said. Mr.Albert smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust stay where you are okay?\u201d The kid nodded.<\/p>\n

Mr. Albert turned his head back and start to walk down again. The kid as he went further, breathe harder than before.<\/p>\n

\u201cFive-six-seven-eight-\u201d Mr.Albert counted. And finally he reached the bottom of the stairway. He couldn\u2019t see anyone or anything just a yellow bucket in the middle of the hallway. \u00a0He walked forward, looking left and right. Making sure that nothing will jump at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs anyone here?\u201d He said. He heard steps. He walked back slowly as the steps got closer and closer.<\/p>\n

BOOM! There was a sound, there was a broom on the floor. Mr. Albert put his hands up, in defense.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh sorry about that, I am clumsy sometimes. But you shouldn\u2019t have come down, you will fall and hurt yourself. The floor is wet, these kids and their accidents. \u201d A man said laughing. The man was tall and wore a blue uniform and it had a tag, it read\u00a0Paul-Janitor.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Tragic Love by Shawn Ikhide I sat nervously in my chair. There was no light in the room. My fingers<\/p>\n

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