Two Killers

“So, want to go camping with me in that cabin in the woods this weekend? It’s only the Foreign woods, it’s nearby,” said Jeffery as he and his friend, Mark, walked home from school.
Mark tightened his lips. “I don’t know. That place is known to be haunted,” said Mark. “But it’s not that I’m scared or anything,” he added quickly.
Jeffery giggled. “That’s the reason I want to go there, Mark,” he said. “That’ll be so cool! We could stay up all night, play game boys, tell ghost stories,” said Jeffery. “And best of all, we’ll be all by ourselves.” 
‘Ourselves,’ made Mark shiver. Alone in an abandoned old haunted cabin, in the middle of the night, with no one around. That thought kept telling him to say no, but he didn’t want to act like a chicken in front of his best friend, so he hesitated. “Alright. I’ll ask my dad,” said Mark light-hearted.
“This is so cool!” shouted Jeffery, shooting his arms out and jumping in the air. “See you there tonight, try and not chicken out. You’ll have to walk there by yourself,” he said. Oh, great, thought Mark. I have to go through all that, when I can just say no? 
“Goodbye,” said Jeffery as he sped up the driveway to his house.
Mark slowly walked the last two blocks to his house. Oh, bummer.
Mark took steady breaths before walking into the woods that he thought as “the forbidden zone.” He took his first step cracking onto a dead leaf, then another. Okay, he told himself. Be strong. He started walking normally, but still shakingly.
There was an old legend about the cabin. They say that two men were staying there one night, until they started going crazy. They even say that their faces looked different. They got so crazy; they ran off into the woods, hunting prey. Now they say that there are ghosts still a wait for them in the cabin, and in the woods. That’s how the forest became known as ‘haunted.’ 
Mark heard scampering feet which made him freeze. What was that? Apain of fear swept over his body, and he nearly started sweating. He slowly turned his head to the place where he heard it. He thought he saw a strange formation, like a shadow of a person. “Who are you?” asked Mark fearfully.
Just then, the thing jumped out of the shadows. “Ahhh!” it screamed. Mark thought he was going to die. To faint.
Mark fell back onto the ground and then heard loud hoarse laughter. “Jeffery?” asked Mark.
“You should’ve seen your face!” shouted Jeffery.
“Yeah, very funny,” said Mark angrily. “I thought I was going to die. Don’t do that!” 
That just made Jeffery laugh wilder, throwing his head back and covering his mouth. “Come on, lets go to the cabin!” said Jeffery in a spooky voice.
“Let’s just go,” said Mark, who was still angry at Jeffery.
They haven’t said a word since they started walking through the dark woods, full of dead trees and dead leafs coating the ground. There were cold whisks of air flowing by everywhere. The full moon shown like a giant light bulb, reflecting on the trees and puddles of water.
This all reminded Mark of his past camping trips. The times that he fell in the freezing lake two miles from the RV, the time he spent a week during the winter when he forgot a jacket and sweater, the time he got bit by a deer, the time when he got lost. He hated camping.
Mark looked around, trying to focus on where they were going. “Where are we?” asked Mark.
“Um, don’t you know how far the cabin is?” asked Jeffery.
“No! I thought you knew where we were going!” shouted Mark.
“Pipe down, Mark. We’re here,” he said, pointing to an old rusty cabin.
Mark felt relieved. “I told you not to scare me!” said Mark as he searched for the door. “How do we get in?” 
“We open the door,” said Jeffery.
“Where’s the door?” 
“Right here,” said Jeffery. Mark went to the other side where Jeffery had opened the door.
“Ewe, are we sleeping here?” asked Mark as he peeked inside. It was almost impossible to see, but he could make out a fireplace, cob webs hanging from the ceiling, dust covering the ground, piles of logs leaning against one corner, and small holes on the walls from mice, perhaps. It was a wreck to Mark’s opinion.
Jeffery put his arms on his hips. “Yep,” he said. He walked to the pile of dead logs and picked one of them up.
“What are you doing?” asked Mark.
“Setting a fire,” said Jeffery.
“Isn’t that dangerous?” 
“Not to me,” said Jeffery. “It’s not like the fire will burst and kill us all.” Jeffery tossed the log into the fireplace which sent a huge wave of ashes bursting out. Jeffery waved his hands in front of his face, but the ashes tensed even more. “I’ve learned my lesson.” 
Mark grabbed another log and set it gently in the fireplace. “That’ll do for now. But only one thing: how will we start the fire?” 
Jeffery smiled and pulled out a lighter from his jacket. “Let me handle this,” he said.
“Are you crazy? Did your dad let you bring that?” asked Mark worryingly. Jeffery just snapped the lighter on and put it under a log. “Did you take it?” 
“Maybe,” said Jeffery with a smirk.
“That’s bad!” said Mark. Mark was not enjoying this.
“Relax,” said Jeffery. The flames slowly spread up the log. “That’ll do,” said Jeffery.
They watched the other log catch the flames and heat up. “Well, at least nothing went wrong,” said Mark. “So I’m going to get ready to sleep.” He didn’t pack any cloths, but only a thick sleeping bag and pillow. He got it out from his bag and dusted the floor. He started feeling better about the night. A fireplace, a sleeping bag, a friend.
Two killers. 
“This is the life,” said Jeffery as he started unpacking his sleeping bag.
“Yep,” said Mark as he stretched his arms out and yawned.
Jeffery finished unpacking and lay down, too. “So, what do you want to talk about?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” said Mark.
Jeffery shot up his head. “I know! Let’s tell scary stories!” 
Mark thought for a second. “Fine, okay. You go first.” 
Alright,” said Jeffery. “Here we go: There was a lady driving home from work. She noticed she needed to stop to get some gas, so she pulled over at a nearby gas station. Once she went back to the car after paying, the store attendant yelled at her saying that she did not pay. She got out of the car to complain, but the attendant told her that he wanted her to come back because he saw a man with a knife crawl into the backseat of her car, and that he had called the police. Weird, huh?” 
“That was pretty spooky,” said Mark. “I’m not really into urban legends, but I think I know one.” 
“Lets hear it, then,” said Jeffery.
“Alright. A lady-” 
“Always a lady, huh?” interrupted Jeffery.
“Wait. A lady went to Las Vegas for the first time and won a lot of money,” said Mark. “She decided to go back to her room, so she went into the elevator. Before the door closed, three black people went in. She doesn’t do good with them, so she held her bucket tight in her waist. One of them said ‘hit the floor, lady.’ She hit the floor and dropped her bucket and coins everywhere. They all started laughing and helped her collect her coins. They were still laughing when she walked out of the elevator. A couple days later, someone delivered her a bucket of roses and a hundred bill attached to each one. On the note, she read ‘thanks for giving me the best laugh in years! –Eddie Murphy.’ What he meant by hitting the floor is that for her to choose her level and he was Eddie Murphy. Get it?” 
“Yeah, I understand,” said Jeffery. Suddenly they heard a bush shake right next to the cabin.
“What was that?” asked Mark in fear. He turned his head toward the window, even though it was already boarded up.
Jeffery smiled. “Ooo, the ghost of the cabin,” he said. “Nah, just the wind. Let’s go to bed. I’m pooped.” He rested his head on his pillow facing away from Mark.
Mark tried to get some sleep, but no sleep came. He just stared at the ceiling, scared of what other noises might make. He tried to close his eyes, but his eyes just slipped back open. His eyelids felt weak, heavy. But he just stayed, dozing and waking. Dozing, and waking. He heard a noise.
His head shot up in shock. He even thought he felt sweat on his neck. Then he heard scampering feet, from one side of the cabin to the other. I hope it’s not the ghosts, he thought.
He wanted to go take a look. Just to see what it is. He slipped on hisshoes, trying to not wake Jeffery. The floor creaked as he slowly opened the rusty door. Mark stepped outside shivering. He became cold and scared. He zipped up his sweater and took two more unsteady steps. I should turn back, he thought. I’m too afraid to be out here.
Then he heard a shuffle noise. He gasped and froze. What was that? He heard a faint growl. Then footsteps, cracking on the twigs and weeds below its feet. Mark noticed that he heard breathing behind him, and that the thing was right next to him. He nearly fainted. Then he heard another growl, farther away. Then scampering feet heading to Mark’s direction. Two things. Two killers. 
Mark slowly took a step, and then heard a louder growl. Is it going to kill me? He thought. Mark slowly turned around and nearly, what he calls it, ‘died.’ There he saw two human-like figures. They had dirty wrinkled hair from their heads down to the floor, nails that stuck out like claws, blood-shot eyes and hands that looked like they were slowly morphing into paws. The legend was true! He thought. They are real! I’ve got to leave. NOW. 
Mark took a slow step back. Then another. The creatures kept surveillance on what Mark did. He took another step back and… ran.
He ran and took one look back. He saw that one was trying to break in to the cabin and the other was chasing him. He ran and ran, and kept running. He felt the creature at his heels. He looked back and saw that the thing was gone. Gone for good. But what about Jeffery! What’s happening to him? Is he dead? 
Mark heard a scream. Mark thought his heart had skipped a beat. For one horrible second, he thought he would wet his pants. But the things were gone; nothing to worry about.
Mark ran and ran as fast as his legs could go. He started getting exhausted, but he knew that he was near his house. He approached his street. He paused to take breath, resting on his knees and started running up the street to his house. He looked to his side, counting the houses as they passed by. Then he became too exhausted. He paused for breath again.
As he panted, he heard scampering feet. It’s the creatures! He thought. He turned around and to his surprise, he saw Jeffery! But his cloths were torn; he had dust on his elbows and had some blood on his knee. “Jeffery!” Mark shouted.
“They’re coming! They’re coming!” cried Jeffery as he caught up with Mark. His eyes were wide opened and he ran recklessly. Mark had thought there were tears in his eyes. “No time to talk!” 
Mark saw the two things jump out of the trees. “There they are!” shouted Mark, pointing. Mark started running. He finally reached my house and slammed against the door. “Locked!” he shouted, even though Jeffery was a few yards away. Mark ran around the house to the back. He slammed open the door. “Come on!” shouted Mark as Jeffery ran in. He immediately closed the door behind me.
Jeffery ran to a couch and fell down and started crying. Mark sat on the couch and quickly fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

The Foreign Horror has just begun. 

The Dreams

“Henry? Come on downstairs and finish your breakfast before you’re late!” shouted Mrs. Hoskins. Henry came rushing down the stairs to the kitchentable and sat down. “Why are you so late these days?” asked Mrs. Hoskins.

“Sorry,” said Henry. He took a spoonful of cereal and swallowed hard. Henry didn’t like walking to school. He would always get picked on by two kids larger than him named Pat and Robert. They don’t like to pick on anyone else in the school but the new kid, Henry. 

Henry took another spoonful while his mother stared at him.

“Why, Henry. Why do you take so long to get dressed?” asked Mrs. Hoskins. 

Henry didn’t answer. 

“Why, Henry?” she said louder. 

“I won’t do it anymore,” said Henry. That was all he could think of to say. Henry doesn’t talk much. 

Henry ate his whole dish and set it on the sink. He grabbed his backpack and stepped out the front door. 

“Henry, you forgot something,” said Mrs. Hoskins. Henry paused and took slow steps toward the kitchen, where his mom had his lunch pale. She bent down and grabbed his shoulders. 

“Now you be good, do well on your tests.” She gave him a small peck on his cheek. 

Henry slowly nodded and walked out the front door. Henry was on the driveway of his house. He stared at it. He turned his head and walked to school. 

Henry was near the school building when two kids named Pat and Robert stepped in front of him. Robert, the tan one, said, “Hello, Henry.” Henry stepped back and frowned. 

“Oooooooh, tuff guy, huh?” Robert and Pat grinned. 

“You think you can handle me?” said Pat, giving Henry a shove on the shoulder. Henry tried to ignore them by walking past, but Robert grabbed his arm. 

“That’s a no-no!” said Robert with a snort. Pat giggled. 

“Tough guy, huh? See if you can handle this!” Pat punched Henry in the stomach. Henry fell to the ground tucking his stomach with his hands. 

Robert laughed. “C’mon, you give me your best shot, I’ll give you mine!” Robert kicked Henry in the chest while he was lying on the floor. They kept kicking and Henry closed his eyes. 

They eventually left with Henry lying on the floor. They both bullied Henry before class, during lunch, and after school. Henry never got used to the pain. Henry got up, pulled his backpack out of the trash can, and entered the building. He got to his classroom and everyone looked at him. Henry sat down. 

That day during lunch, Henry sat at a table alone. Henry was happy sitting alone; he wanted to keep away from everyone in the school. 

It was all fun until Pat and Robert arrived. They both sat on each side of Henry. “Hey, dip face. Are you going to eat that?” Robert pointed to Henry’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Henry nodded. “Can I have it?” asked Robert. He grabbed the sandwich and put it out of reach. Henry tried to reach for it, but he wasn’t as tall as Robert. 

“Aw, is it that Henry can’t reach? Oh well. I’ll just have to lift you up,” Pat grabbed Henry on the waists and threw him down on the floor. Some of the older kids in a different class in the cafeteria laughed.

When Henry got up, he saw that Pat smashed all his lunch with his water bottle. Robert picked up his water bottle and spilled it all over Henry. He got up and sat on the chair. Pat and Robert laughed as they left the table.

Henry ate his mushy apple, though he didn’t care.

When Henry waited for his mom to pick him up in front of the school, he started walking around the school grounds. Henry came to the back of the school; nobody was there. Henry wanted to explore that area, since he’s never been there before. 

Henry was about to when he felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around. First thing he saw was a fist to the face. 

Henry didn’t know how long he’s been laying there. He ran back to the area where he would normally wait. His cheek felt numb, but when he felt it, it started to hurt. He noticed it was sore. 

He thought no time had passed because he saw his teacher with the same kids that were there. Henry saw that his mother was pulling over in front of the school. Henry ran to the car as fast as he could. He hopped in and she drove off. 

“What happened? Your cheek is so red,” said his mother, Mary Hoskins.

“I-I don’t know. I just fell,” said Henry. His hands were shaking. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Well, okay,” said Mary. “You get a free weekend now. You’ll feel better tomorrow.” 

At home, Henry was in the backyard. 

His father, Henry Hoskins, same name as Henry, had died in a car accident while driving north to visit a friend. Henry was a pro at not crying. He had cried too much over the past few years, hoping that his dad would come back to him. 

He had dreams every night of his father. Henry would see his dad on a cloud, high up in the sky. Henry always stuck out his hand, and his father would say something Henry could not hear. Henry thought it was a warning. His father fades away like smoke from a fireplace. 

That was what Henry was thinking right now. The rubber ball he was bouncing back and away against the brick walls of his house. His father comes back, and goes away. 

The rubber ball bounced off the wall and Henry didn’t catch. He got up and walked to the gate where the ball was. 

Henry couldn’t find it in the tall grass lining the fence, but he felt something else. He picked it up for a closer view. 

It looked like a necklace with a circle black ball hanging from a weak rusty chain. Was that the ball that Tom threw? 

Henry stared at it with curiousness. He ran inside to show his mother what he found. “Mom, look,” said Henry. 

“Oh? You found a necklace. It looks beautiful!” said Mary. Henry grabbed it from her hand and tried to put it on. Henry couldn’t find the end. He struggled. “Let me help you with that,” said Mary. Henry turned around. “Oh, my. This doesn’t have an end,” said Mary. 

The hole in the rope was big, so Henry grabbed it from her hand again and slipped it on. It fit perfectly around his neck. 

Henry felt a sudden feeling, like somehow he had more strength and energy. It made him gasp wide-eyed. 

“What’s happening?” shouted Mary. 

“I’m not sure- um, yeah,” murmured Henry. He realized that he started breathing too hard. His arm skin stretched as if his muscles were expanding. Henry felt it tingling all over his body. 

Mary widened her eyes in fright. “Henry! What’s happening to you?” 

A light scream escaped his throat. He looked at his hands, which seemed to look red and tight. Henry noticed the necklace was getting tighter. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to take it off anymore. His cloths stretched on his stomach and legs. 

It stopped. 

Henry felt strength in his body, but he looked just the same. Just a little bigger. 

“Henry! What happened!” asked his mother.

Henry smiled. “That’s okay. I feel fine,” said Henry. He walked up to his room. His mom stared at him. 

The next day, Henry woke up in pain. His muscles ached as if he were doing an exercise the day before. He rubbed his neck as he walked downstairs. 

Mary was sitting at the table drinking tea. 

Henry sat at the table. He remembered how it was before the necklace was put on. Henry used to be short enough to only reach the table with his shoulders. Now the table reached down to his arms. Was it the warning that his father had been giving him? 

Henry ate his breakfast, changed, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, said goodbye, and took off. 

Henry, as always, stared at his house from the driveway. He never thinks of anything that moment every weekday. He dozed, woke up and started his path to the two kids that he always expected to jump on him: Robert and Pat. 

The necklace still hung on him, dangling from side to side weakly. Henry never noticed. His strength made him not notice it, like a feather on your palm. Henry didn’t notice his strength either, until Robert and pat jumped from both sides of Henry. 

Each of them grabbed Henry on the shoulder and tugged hard. This was an odd moment for Henry. He would feel the pain and close his eyes. This time, they seemed to be rougher, but Henry felt stronger. Henry started to push them away. 

“Dang!” said Robert. 

“What happened to you?” asked Pat. 

They both back away from Henry. Henry started to walk forward. Robert and Pat charged at Henry when he wasn’t looking. Henry felt a slight push on his back. No big deal to him. 

But he didn’t notice that they were both trying to push him down. Henry turned around and shoved them both to the ground. They both fell on the cement on they’re knees and elbows. 

“Hey!” screamed Robert. Henry turned and walked away, leaving the two boys sitting there, staring at him. 

Henry felt shocked at his sudden pay-back with Pat and Robert. Yet he was a little happy for teaching those kids a small lesson. Henry knew that they won’t be bothering him anymore. 

That lunch, he ate peacefully. 

Someone came and sat at his table. It was a male with skinny arms. He wore a yellow shirt and blue long pants that reached to the bottom of the heel of his shoes. “Hey, I saw you knock over those kids today. How’d you do that?” 

“I pushed them down,” said Henry. 

“Mmm,” said the kid. “Say, what’s your name?” 

“Henry,” said Henry. 

“My name’s Paul. Nice to meet you,” said Paul. He stuck his hand out to shake with Henry. They shook hands. Paul’s hand felt very cold and bony. 

“Are you really that strong? Can I arm wrestle you?” 

“Yes,” said Henry. They both put their hands together again in arm wrestling mode. 

“One, two, three!” said Paul. Henry beat Paul in a split second. 

“Ooooow, jeez!” shouted Paul. His hand hit the table to hard. It was red. 

“You are strong!” 

Henry giggled. 

Henry spotted Pat and Robert at another table, poking someone else on the head and not stopping. 

When Henry was going to explore the same area that he had done the day before, Pat and Robert tried to jump Henry. He backed up making Pat and Robert hit each other on the stomach. They took a quick look at Henry and charged side by side. 

Henry stuck his hands out and grabbed their shirts. Henry’s knuckles hit them as he got a grip. Henry eyed them, and threw them onto the floor. 

“Aaaaaah!” they screamed. They hit the blacktop as hard as they hit the cement in the morning. Robert and Pat got up and brush the dirt off they’re clothes while they ran back in line at the other side of the school.

Henry noticed another feeling. He felt pain, his skin was hanging off of his arms, and his size was even taller. 

Henry explored and ran back to the line. It was a little more boring then he expected. 

Mary pulled over. Henry caught a glimpse of her car and hurried over there. Henry hopped in after telling his teacher that he was leaving. 

Henry felt his cloths getting tighter. He was worried that he might be growing non-stop. His shoes made his feet ache, his shirt squeezed his neck, his pants nearly ripped when he bent over, his muscles were to strong, and he blamed all that on the mysterious jewel he found in his backyard: the necklace, witch somehow grew with him, at size he can not take off, because of the metal chain. He knew that the necklace had caused all this, and he wished that he had never put it on. The heavy golden ball hanging on the chain felt uncomfortable on him, dangling from side to side like I told you.

At night, he had the strangest dream. He was walking on a cloud that looked like a road leading miles and miles long. He took slow steps forward, looking around in curiousness. 

Looking forward, he saw an eye fade in front of him. It was beautiful and as gold and round as the necklace he had. It reflected on the light on its edges. Henry followed it, but it seemed to him that it kept moving away. He closer Henry got, the farther it went. Henry started to run. It went as far as he could see. It looked like a firefly from the distance. Henry stopped and stared. 

He then saw his father walk up to him. This time, Henry heard what he was saying. His father said, “You have failed your attempt, so you must destroy it.” His voice was quiet and light. Henry reached out his hand and… 
“Wake up, it’s time for school!” said Mary as she walked out of the room holding a women’s magazine. 

Henry had a feeling. The dream. He didn’t expect to see an eye. The eye looked so familiar to him; he knew that he had just seen it. Did it have to do with my father’s death? He thought. 

When Henry got up, his whole body ached. I’m even taller! He thought. Henry looked at his hands. As big as an adult. He noticed he was an adult! The necklace, he thought. He had to get it off. 

He snuck down the stairs, and went to the backyard. He put his hands around the chain of the necklace. Henry paused and took a deep breath, because he knew this was going to hurt. 

Henry tugged it, but it wouldn't come out. To his surprise, it glowed as he tugged, revealing the eye. He tugged harder, and it came loose. He heard his father’s voice, the same in the dreams, saying, “You succeeded. Now flee!” 

Henry obeyed and went into the kitchen. Mary was talking on the phone near the laundry room. Henry crept passed the kitchen to the living room and burst out the front door. He ran and ran on the street until he figured that he was lost. He didn’t think of his mother, his school, or anything else but the dream. 

He ran and ran again until he appeared at the side of a steep forest. Henry could feel that he was getting bigger by the second. He got too close to the forest and tumbled down the hill into the mushy green water. 

Henry struggled to get himself out of the weeds underwater. They knotted around him. He got bigger, and older, until he looked exactly like his father. 

He gaped for air as the knots got tighter. Henry swallowed gulps of water at each time he wanted air. 

He got the last of the air before he drowned. Henry floated on the water a short wile later. 


A man found him in the swamp a few days later. He found the black ball and took it with him, and he soon discovers its deadly power. 


WRITTEN BY A SUPER TALENTED BOY NAMED ALEXI, HOW COOL IS HE?!?!?!

The Ritual

Jenny walked home helplessly because she would never fit in with the rest of the class. As she walked down the hall, they would point and laugh at her. Before class, the boys would hide her things and never return them. During class, they would shoot spit balls at her. She did not like high school at all.

But she tried to forget all those bad moments. At least she had one thing that made her cheer up, a friend. Her name was Joy. She wasn’t around often, but she would sometimes walk her home and keep the bullies off her back.

Right now, they are walking home together. Jenny told Joy all the things that oppress her. “Awe, don’t feel bad, Jenny,” said Joy, “they’re just jerks. They want you to feel that way. Ignore them and they’ll stop."

“But I can’t!” cried Jenny. Her voice became teary. “Today I couldn’t even turn in my homework because they took my math book!” She silently started weeping.

“Hey, I know!” said Joy, turning around and facing Jenny. “We can switch bodies!”

Those words struck Jenny deep in the heart. She couldn’t tell whether she needed it or not. “Y-you’re serious?” she asked.

“Of course!” replied Joy. “Come on, I’ll show you where we can do it!” Joy started off into the woods on the other side of the street, leaving Jenny with not enough time to ask questions. Oh, well, she thought. Jenny started running off after Joy.

Jenny ran as far as she could go. She finally stopped at the sight of a fountain Joy was standing next to. The fountain was one of the most beautiful things Jenny had ever seen. Pure, clean water poured down the sides, dripping slight sprinkles into the basin. It had a beautiful white color that reflected in the sunlight.

Jenny raised her head and stared at it, taking deep breaths from her long run. “Joy,” said Jenny in amazement. “What is it?”

“The fountain of Lithelelle,” replied Joy. “But it isn’t all you think. Do you know what they used it for in the past? Criminals would force innocent citizens to switch bodies with them so they can get away with their crimes. Spooky, huh?”

“Yeah,” said Jenny. “How do we do it?”

Joy walked up to the fountain and put her hands on the sides. “It’s simple. All we do is take a sip from the water at the same time.” She turned her head and faced Jenny in a ‘even though it sounds stupid, we should do it’ face.

Jenny made an ‘okay, let’s try it, but it sounds very weird’ face. “Alright” she said. She sighed.

They leaned their head over in a position that allowed them to drink. “On three,” said Joy. “One… two… three!” They took a long sip of the water, but let it stay in their mouth. They faced each other. Joy pointed one finger up, and then she held two fingers up, then three. On three, they both took a big gulp. “Wow, the water tastes weird,” said Joy.

“Tell me about it,” said Jenny. She felt an uneasy sickening feeling in her stomach. “Ohhh, I’ve got to go home,” said Jenny. She started walking away leaving Joy.

Joy smiled. “Everything going according to plan,” she whispered to herself.

* * *

What a weird thing to do, thought Jenny to herself while in bed. She didn’t know why she had done that. Was that---witchcraft? Or was it just a hoax to cheer her up?

She didn’t know. She lay in her bed, wondering, until she went into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, she woke up with a bad start. She noticed she had nearly fallen off the bed. When she got up, her back started aching. “Ohhh,” she moaned. She walked up to her mirror and grabbed her brush.

When she looked up at her mirror, she saw a different reflection. She squinted, making sure it was her. She rubbed her eyes and took a closer look. “Ahhh!” she screamed in terror. There, standing before her eyes, was Joy’s body, with the same exact terrifying expression.

Jenny fell back. She looked at her hands in panic, realizing that the nails were more pointed and the hands were a lot more slender. She wanted to scream again, but she was too scared to even talk. That thing I did yesterday, thought Jenny. Was that a real ritual? If that was, I need to go talk to her, now.

She got up shaky and dizzy from breathing too hard. She unsteadily walked down the stairs and out the door into the driveway. It was still early in the morning, and she still thought she could get to Joy’s house before she went to class. I need to tell her everything, she thought.

She started jogging down the street slowly, taking short breaths after each step. It felt very tiring, though. Early in the morning she woke up as someone else, and now she’s jogging down the street.

Finally, she reached her friend’s house. “Joy!” she shouted. She started pounding on the door. “Joy, Joy! It’s me, Jenny!” But there was no response.

She was desperate to get inside. She gave herself no choice but the break in. She ran around to the back of the house and peeped in the window. She could make out Joy’s parents sitting on a couch from behind. Oh, good she thought.

She walked briskly to the backdoor and shoved it open. “Joy!” she shouted, but still no answer. She ran up to her parents who were sitting on the couch. “Mr. and Mrs. Travis,” she said in an exhausting, frail voice. When she saw the face to face, she fell back.

“Ahhh!” she screamed. Joy’s parents were dead. Their pale face hung behind them with their eyes wide open as a dark trail of blood slid down their necks. Jenny couldn’t bear the horror. She covered her eyes. I’ve got to get out of here, she thought. I’ve got to–

The front door slammed wide open. Jenny uncovered her eyes to find two police men standing before her. Then what she thought made her heart sink. Was Joy switching bodies with me – to get away with murder?

Almost immediately after that thought, she fell into a deep, deep sleep.

Jenny saw a white ceiling in front of her. She opened her eyes and noticed that she was in a room. She immediately got up and looked around. She saw her friend Joy sitting next to her bed. “Joy!” shouted Jenny in anger. “You…”

“Thank goodness you’re alright,” said Joy, cutting Jenny off. “I was worried sick.”

Jenny looked puzzled. “I’m alright?” she asked.

“Yeah,” replied Joy. “You’ve bee sick for three days. You keep thinking that you’re me.”

“But I thought we switched bodies.”

“That’s another thing you thought happened. But don’t worry, it was all a dream. Right now, you’re in the hospital.”

“But what about those two cops?” Jenny asked.

“They aren’t cops,” said Joy. “Their doctors. I hear they chased you down the street.”

Jenny was frightened of what the terrible dream she had. “You’re right, it was just a dream,” she said. 

BY ALEXI, A 12 YEAR OLD WRITERRRRR

Inner Demons

The demon inside you,The demon that stays,
Controls your life horribly,
As if you were a stray.
Look on inside you,
And let it decay.If you don’t do it,
You’re not on your way.
Listen to these words,
That I now speak.If you don’t listen,
Your future is weak.
Let the demon inside you,
Let it go away.Stop hiding from yourself,
Like needle in hay.
Stop pretending it’s not there,
You know you are lying.Stop being so childish,
For now you are dying.
Let us hold hands,
And pray for forgiveness.You may go to hell,
If it’s none of your business.
We choose our lifestyles,
You choose yours.Make the right choices,
If not you will lower.
God is the healer.
It is the hurter, Let us all try,
To not act like a murderer.
Let us all try,
To not rob or steal.Let us all try,
To make others heal.

MADE BY ALEXI, THE MOST TALENTED 12 YEAR OLD WRITE EVERRR. IF YOU CAN DO BETTER, PROVE IT. SEND ME YOUR STORY OR EMAIL ME AT seeratalijang@gmail.com

Heard But Not Seen

In the fall of 1992, a boy was born. His name was Peter Woods. He had wealthy loving parents who cared for him so. Everything was perfect; he had a big house, all his needs, all his wants, etc. He loved it. Even though he was an only child and he was too young to judge things in his life, he always felt happy. Not one thing could ever take that feeling away.

But that wasn’t true.

In 1998, when he was six, his parents let him stay home for the first time. They made sure he would never open the doors or answer the phone to anyone. Of course, Peter agreed, since he was a kind-hearted boy.

When his parents left, he ran to the couch in the living room and switched on the television, and found that the channel four news was on. He didn’t like watching the news, because he thought of it as just a bunch of bad happenings that are currently going on, but this time, something caught his attention.

On the screen, it showed a live view from a helicopter. “This is live, now in downtown, where an escapee escaped from prison, robbed a bank and is now on the streets. Police are currently looking for this deranged serial killer this hour. Here is a mug shot. He’s 300 pounds, about six feet tall and is named Bill Winfred. If you are watching this now, please stay inside, and if you are not in this area now, please do not plan to come in. This man is armed, and dangerous.”

Peter couldn’t believe his eyes, for that area was where he was in. He immediately looked outside the window into the streets, but nothing was there. Peter kept staring out he window.

Time passed.

Peter still looked out the window, not bothering about the time. His parents were going to be home in about half an hour. For the first time in awhile, he felt fear. That inner demon he hid from the world was now physically expressing itself, through fear.

He saw something at the corner of his eye. A man was walking, jogging perhaps, up the street. He was a tall man. He wore a gray New York zip-up sweater and baggy jeans. He had no hair, but a thin mustache connected to a thin beard that lined against his chin. Peter felt fear in his veins, but that soon turned to terror, when the man turned and headed for his house.

As if he didn’t now any better, he immediately ran up the stairs into his room and went under the covers. He silenced his breathing, for he feared the man would hear him. "Will the man find me here?" He wondered. "If he does, what will happen to me? Will I be able to escape? Will I live?" His skin felt clammy, his heart was chilled with coldness and his hands were shaking.

He heard a slam on the door.

Peter froze with heart-stopping fear. His heart felt as if stabbed with a thousand burning needles.

Another slam.

Peter jumped again in shock, then started silently weeping. What will become of him? If that man breaks into the house, Peter’s future will be at stake.

Another slam and this time he heard the door swing open and hit the wall. Peter‘s eyes started to water as he heard those heavy footsteps running down the hall into the kitchen, then to the dining room and into the living room. This was going too quick, thought Peter.

There was a pause for a brief moment. He soon heard the sirens of the police far outside the window. The TV was still on and the live news report was still on. The man was in the living room where Peter saw the news report. Somehow, Peter knew he was watching.

A sudden shock filled Peter’s veins as he heard the big screen TV tip over and slam against the marble, creating a loud sound of breaking glass. He was about to scream, but his throat was closed. This caused him to have a series of loud coughs that the man heard from downstairs.

Peter immediately covered his mouth and listened. Silence at first, but then he heard a giggle, that turned into a laugh. It was a horrible laugh. The type of laugh that disturbs you. The type of laugh that sticks with you, almost forever. The type of laugh that chills your bones.

The sound of evil.

Peter’s throat throbbed with sadness and fear and his stomach churned with pain. He thought he would never make it out alive. He knew the man was hiding here and he knew the man heard him.

And he knew the man was stalking him.

Footsteps slowly creaked up the stairs. One step, two steps, three steps. There were twenty-one steps total. Each one filled Peter’s bones with coldness.

Four, five, six, seven. They continued as if they would never stop. No stopping it now. No stopping it later. They continued and each step was even closer.

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. Finally, they reached up, all the way to twenty-one.

Silence invaded Peter’s ears. Yet again, he heard footsteps slowly going down the hall and heading towards his room. The man burst one door open, then another, then the next and so on, until he reached Peter’s room.

Peter heard his door open and slam against his bedroom wall, knocking a picture off the wall with harsh impact. He held his breath, for he feared that if he made one single sound or movement, the deranged man would hear. This six year old was smarter than most at that age.

The man walked inside, ever so slowly, and looked around the room. He quietly walked toward the bed and gripped the covers. In a split second, he removed the cover and looked under the bed only, not bothering to look on top where Peter’s feet showed.

The man looked under the covers for a moment. He threw the covers back covering Peter’s feet. The man walked back out.

Peter let his breath out quietly as the pain and fear left his body. It was such a great feeling to him; he could feel warmth in his heart. This made him smile and made him want to laugh.

But he couldn’t, for the man was still there.

But not for long.

There were sounds of sirens outside the house on the driveway, then a voice of a police officer on a loudspeaker ordered the man to get out of the house.

The man ran downstairs, as Peter jumped out of the bed and peeked out of the room to witness the cops burst in, tackle and arrest the man.

How do I know all this? Because I was the six year old boy. I wrote all I could remember. As for the thing I remember the most - that horrible laugh.

The End
Ok, I have to give a lot of credit to Alexi. He is a super super super talented 12 year old kid. He wrote this, I will publish a couple more of his stories after this, so watch out for them. I don't want to get in trouble for copying this because I'm giving him ALL the credit. Hes sup talented, waaay better then me lol. HERE'S A PICTURE OF OUR FRIEND, ALEXI: cute, huh lol

Stupid Picture

HAHA THIS IS RETARDED. WHY DID I POST THIS. IGNORE IT!!!!!!

Funny And Crazy Head Fall Prank

THIS IS REALLY FUNNY. I WOULD LOVE TO DO THAT. MY FAVORITE REACTIONS ARE THE FIRST ONE, AND THE LAST ONE. HBU?