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Show Middle-schoolers pen tales of All Hallows Eve frights A' ' -' -' t vg i . Untitled v r by KIMMY WARTENA It isn't easy being an eighth grader in a small town. It's the only time of year when you can earn a month's supply in one night. Being a trick-or-treater over twelve is like being a door-to-door used vacuum cleaner salesman. Some people keep an empty bowl next to a full bowl of candy. They will feed a pack of five-year-olds, but when a 13-year-old comes, they grab their empty bowl and say "I ran out of candy half an hour ago." Hilary Felton 8th grade. Untitled by HILARY FELTON Halloween night, trick or treat. Ghosts and goblins in the street. . Get a treat, something sweet, Get a trick, might get sick. Witches stirring up a brew, v. On their broom sticks they f le w . Through the sky and the moon, Halloween might end too soon. Going out alone on Halloween, Never again you might be seen. Is it a person or a tree? Tell me now, I cannot see. Seeing things, terror hits, Lonely the dark night sits. The Jack-o-lanterns, now a glow, The flickering candle, what a show ! Candy, cookies, chocolate cake, Three days later, stomach ache! The door by KRISTIN TATTON In the old, dark attic, it was all quiet. Then all of a sudden a bat screeched and the floor creaked ?' something ran across it. A wolf howled at the full moon. A witch cackled and a ghost whined. I was in our attic looking for my Halloween costume. I usually don't frighten easily, but what I just saw could make anyone jittery. I've been in the attic before, but never thought of it as a dreadful experience. Just then I heard something breathing very deeply. I began to tremble. I knew our attic wasn't haunted. Or was it? Had the Phantom of Halloween chosen to stay in our attic? It came closer to me. It let out an eerie cry and looked me in the eye. It tried to grab me but missed me by a couple inches. I had to get to the light on the other side of the attic. See, I had heard the story: The Phantom had no powers in the light. It came at me again. I ran for the light. I turned it on and looked over my shoulder just in time to see my little brother run out of the attic with his costume on. "Wait until next year," I thought. "I'll think of the most hideous and ghoulish trick to play on him." Ben Schlenske 5th grade. Editor's note: The following, prose and poetry was written by Treasure Mountain Middle School students as part of a writing contest co-sponsored by the school and the Park Record. The top two winning entries from . each of the middle school's four grades are published on this page. The theme obviously was Halloween. Hallo-ween. Theterpendicular Halloween by KATHRYN NELSON The flames danced brightly in a clearing in the midst of a dark tangle of bushes and brambles, as the witches danced wildly in their tall, pointed, wide-brimmed , hats and high-topped boots. The goblins were annoying the witches with their incessant coaxing for sips of the putrid and potent brew bubbling in a cauldron hung above the fire. But , the witches resisted their entreaties and went on with their foolish cavortings and preparations for the witching hour. Suddenly there appeared, in a cloud of dense mist, the remains of a decrepit and decaying mansion. The queen of witches dressed in a black dress made of spider webs said, "Oh how lovely, such an appealing display of grossness, like terpendicu-lar, terpendicu-lar, I can wait no longer to enter. . ." Followed by her coven sisters, each as disreputable looking as she, they disappeared through the mist-enveloped mist-enveloped portal. As screams and squawks faded in , the breeze, the village children were trick-or-treating. Then the curfew bell tolled and the deliciously tired baims dragged their bags gorged with goodies home... not knowing that the witchs' evil plans had been mysteriously frustrated. Kimmy Wartena 8th grade. Babbie McComb 5th grade. Circus madness by BABBIE McCOMB Plunging through the crowd, No one seemed to hear this eccentric sound sweating and saying to himself, "The world is my enemy." Fearless madness, inside voice, slow'n low, "This. . .is. . .your last. . .show." 1 "' ' ' They'll be back by BEN SCHLENSKE The moon shot out on the tip of the trees and the fog glimmered in its light. The black scrawny cat darted in the alley way. On the mountain side the bats sputtered out of the cave Like smoke of a fire And the graveyard just sat still as the dew on its weeds. The raggedy old wolves howled at the moon's rays, The farmer's old scarecrow, didn't work any more. It tilted over with its straw hanging out and the old dirty nasty crows are resting on him. The slimy old rats came darting out of the garbage when a raggedy old man followed after. And the graveyard still sat still For the corpses leave, retired to rest for some time. But one day they'll be back. So say hi! sr. Maybe they'll spare - , . ' your other half . Amber Boehm 7th grade. The Phantom by AMBER BOEHM The phantoms beckoned From the open door. And evil eyes Watched from the moor. Shadows, I heard their calls. Lurching up The aging walls. Darkness, darkness, The night enchanting. Trails are lost, The spells unfolding. Tales are told Around a rising flame. When men walked freely, Before the silence came. Now the woods are quiet, For man's freedom has been sold. And the radiant warmth of the sun Has turned a bitter cold. Alone I listen, Lost is sound. Silence, It's all around. What happened years ago, Is now only lore. f But if you want the truth,- mni. .Look behin&.the open door. - v . V (:- A Halloween signs Kathryn Nelson 7th grade. by DANIELLE PENTELUTE When all the ghosts and ghouls come out to play, When all the witches ride their brooms, When the pumpkins prance, and skeletons dance, When all mummies come out of their tombs, When the air feels eerie, and the clouds look dreary, When the moon is bright, and there are no lights, J When the wind is bad, and the seasons turn cold,-" " ?:. Danielle Pentelute 6th grade. t. ,ii - a vf &u .;.t:-.!,ii . -eta ftftociT jnarn io ;wji-.f) k tru.-t Glisten Tatton 6th grade. .-'- |