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Show Editor’s note: It was a tough choice, deter- “Why's he running like that?” mining who the winners: of the Ghouls ( 16 and up) and Ghastly “Groups categories would be in the Courier’s Creepy Contest. “Who knows? He’s just weird. “Boooring.” we finally did it: _ The following six stories were the best of the : best, the scariest stories. we found in Wasatch County this Halloween season. True or false, we didn’t ask. We let the chill bumps on our arms decide. | Creepy| Contest Alaaa We would ile to hank everyone who par-- | ticipated in the Courier’s Creepy Contest. and, while we would have liked to have printed each and every entry, unfortunately space just wouldn’t allow. Maybe next Halloween we'll have a 100-page issue, instead of j just our usual 32. of the Courier’s Creepy - Contest. Winners may claim their prizes at the Courier’s office during regular business hours (Tuesday through Saturday, 9:00 am to 5:00 pm) Keylie (no last name included). | | Alex Peterson ALU UUM Cami Cook Eddy Fotcs | Ratta Michelle parker none for anybody at all. Nobody likes a greedy pig, Billy. Whoever ate all the cookies is exactly that.” Annette Johnson The Fischler Family * Class * ist grade | class, Midway Elementary* ‘arrangements will be made with group winner is prize distribution © The ‘Courier would like to thank the following for their donations of time and prizes to the Creepy Contest: — Pizza Hut McDonalds 2 - around the edges and bending close to” tuck in the blankets made him 7 and even. need In the bathroom, he ran. water in ee sink, wetted his toothbrush, and added some toothpaste before rinsing it down. the drain. He turned on the shower and a distance. - see. Snake Cieth Grill Cowboy Poetry and Fair | to play tag with him. “It’s too cold,” Jeff said, “let’s stay by the side of the building and play marbles.” So Billy jogged all the way to the Heber Elementary sign and back, working up a good sweat. “What’s up with Billy?” asked Jared. Onions! Where’s the and blew ° Rotten, flowers? stinking! Want flowers! | ‘Where’s that smell?” The bed began to dip. It was now or never. Billy aie stomach muscles and let one rip. his Ppppttthhhhhhhttett! “Phew! Oh, oh, stinky, rotten, smelly, horrible, horrible, little boy!” The bed bounced back. “Oh, terrible, terrible.” Pause. Sniff. “What's that smell?” A sound like waves shifting sand. Sniff. | ~ “What’s that sssmeeelll?” Sniff sniff. “Smells like sugar and peaches and summer. Want that sssmeeelll.” Billy heard the cobbler hit the floor, then a terrible licking sound, a greedy : sound, a sound made by a too long tongue. As the pan disappeared under ~ the bed, Billy let a last one rip. Better safe than sorry. Another great motto. “Boiled cabbage and corned beef.” “What?” 3 | “Mom, you said whatever | wanted.” “What aroun. Nothing. “G’night, Buddy.” — “For, um, school.” “Corned beef and boiled cabbage?” “Yeah, well, we have to write a report en Bis ” When Billy came downstairs that night tom of his’ closet and pulled out a -_wadded pair of pajamas, the same pair Putting on the .old ones, S in the doorway. “Jeez, the whole plained Dad. farts.” reeks,” com- house “Smells like giant bunny = ; “Billy seeden it for extra credit.” “Boiled cabbage? Are you sure it wasn’t ~ for detention?” ~ Mom snuggled up to Dad. “You were a7 - good sport.” “Ommm. What's that perfume?” 3 “Like it?” In his room, Billy rummaged in the bot- a week. a after another sham-shower, he yaa he’d worn. and hid in his closet for over At recess, Billy couldn’t get anyone Sniff. Greedy. - - Billy put on clean, sweet-smelling pajamas, ran his towel around the shower, — “Yeah, but trust me. You won't like it.” | and dumped it on the floor for his moth- - “But I have to have it!” & er to find. 2 From oe doorway, Billy watebed aes feel...exposed. He always did it as fast as turn another page; Dad watched the he could, kneeling on the mattress and game. “I’m going to bed now,” he said. leaning down each side, jumping and tucking the sheets in midair. Finished, | “Okay,” said Mom, ‘not looking up. Billy dropped to the floor. As the dust “Sweet dreams.” ruffle settled, he saw something glitter. eat; ‘Buddy, don’t = ae bedbugs ~ Moving quickly, Billy kicked the empty bite.” Dad paused. Something... someOreo bag deeper under the bed and — thing...he couldn’t put his finger on it, brushed the telltale crumbs offhis chair. but something was.. - Heading ‘out the door, he almost didn’t “G’night,” said Billy. hear the sh, sh, sh, soft and dry, like. around. He knew there was nothing to hotter, against his cheek. Billy puffed out his cheeks with all his ‘might. | But, left- “Back in the kitchen, Billy picked up : piece of raw onion still clinging to the pig. ; cutting board and ate it for luck, rolling Mom sighed. | “Go get your books. And _.. the onion juice around with his tongue. don’t forget to make your bed,” *. Out came the cobbler. Billy hated eee His: bed. Walking Bille eon called, “quit : fooling like the sound of autumn leaves coming to rest. Sh, sh, ‘sh. Billy didn’t turn Inn on the Creek Matt Heimberger Sniff. Closer, | #8 - sand on a boardwalk. A settling sound, Pedess: Buckaroo Besides, | least from like flowers, Billy held his breath and jammed his hands into his armpits. | ~ Yeah, Billy thought, greedy, bait. not ek UVSCs Creative Writing Don Smells like,” sniff “sweet, like,” sniff, “like clean.” There were too many things adults didn't get. Saat wet, at like sand, like hh, shhhbhhh. ssssmeeellll?” Sniff, sniff, not dry, slobbery, hot, greedy. “What’s that sssmeelll? wiener, pre- Billy looked up from his computer game. “Okay, Mom. Just let me finish—" 7 “Now, Billy. ‘ looked he was “What's that smell?” Sniff “What's that speared _ Billy hit Control-S. Arguing was fiseice week. I guess this means no more cookies. None for snack, none for dessert, Rebecca Birkin. Monique pea another hunk of rubbery tending it’s steak. He sat on the toilette lid, counting to 100. He carefully leaned into the shower, wetting only his hands. He lathered and She looked at him hard. “Billy, did you 3 rinsed his washcloth and squirted shameat all the cookies?” poo before turning the water off. Taking “No 9 ___ his wet hands, he ran them through his ‘hair. The built-up grease helped; it “Those cookies were supposed to last all Kevin amily | | = Mom?” Just a couple before bed. With milk,” > ‘said Billy as he pointed to the empty | -glass by the sink. “Honest.” | Nathan Cummings great motto. until The dust ruffle parted. “Billy, bath and bed? “Billy, they aren’t in the nese {. didn’t take them, your father didn’t take _ them. Tell the truth. Did you eat the : cookies” | - Kristin Flores A waited ing. Dry, like snakes, -autumn leaves. Shhhh _ prepared. Oh, yeah, thought Billy, be prepared. it always Shhhhhh, shhhhhhh, not settling, mov-_ ‘dessert. Forcing down another bite, Billy looked’ at - a scouting poster. Wellscrubbed boys. Campfire. Beans. Be Being an only child, Billy was blamed A% “Robert Eugene, steak is not gross. hey, more for us. You can eat the for things he didn’t entirely do. The best over chili.” he could figure, it was some kind of screwball adult logic that said if Mom At dinner, Billy ate all the chili ‘didn’t do it and Dad didn’t either, it only a little of the peach cobbler, must have been Billy. though he loved it. He knew he’d it later. “Robert sneee LP RECO | get in here “Oreos? ag ~ Austin Cook — asleep. The slithering woke him. “Not any more. It’s gross.” a | “Billy, where are the Ousaa?? Jackson Probst awake, determination. Franks and beans, a stale roll; an orange slice, and lime Jell-O for “Too bad. It’s already defrosting. Age: Old enough to know better “Yeah, Lacey Murray No matter how hard Billy tried to stay Later in the cafeteria he ate with grim ~ you like steak.” © By Michelle Parker ~ rumbled. “Like we're still first graders.” “Steak? I don’t want steak. Wisc Billy stare Thies names. ‘ie lowered _ his baseball cap and headed downstairs. © Sarah Ely Ominously, his tummy Looking good, he thought. gfe: “Steak.” this instant.” | All he “Mom, what’s for dinner?” — Sniff The following are the winners. | behind .his neck, i smelled his ands clean and fresh, like flowers after rain. Can’t do much about that now. wants to do now is play tag.” So many good entries, so little Space. oe TOT. AIL UIUC SIT) DULL “WASATCH COUNTY COURIER October 26, 1999: he immediately felt better. It was going to_ be all right. He put the cobbler on his - chair, turned off the light, and took a flying leap into bed.. - Pulling the covers up to his chin, tucking them under his shoulders and “Yeah. Vout re the onl this house.” 7: sweet thing in | “G’night,” said Billy. “Sweet dreams, Honey.” “Don’t let the bedbugs bite, Buddy.” : Later, Billy carefully placed the eee bottle on his chair. . ‘When Mom stripped eft linen from CREEPY STORIES continued on page 18 |