Halloween ‘03

        AN: Yeah…it’s another one.  Just finished re-decorating my room. I have way too much free time. (I have to type something ‘cause I keep on putting my painted nails near my face. I swear I’m gonna get high off the smell.) The music for this piece? Where It’s At (Midi Version) from Beck. And maybe I’ll change the song to Somebody’s Watching Me by Rockwell.  If you can’t hear it, it’s because I printed it out for you from my site. Lazy. //-_\\

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     It was a dark Halloween night.  Only a few clouds lingered in the inky black sky.  The burnished full moon cast light on a small, unknown place. Where is this location you ask?  No other than Staten Island; the forgotten borough.  Some people still knew of it though. Some people even still lived there. But that’s not important. What is however, are the horrifying events that happened here on October 31^st, 2003 to several 8^th grade students from IS72.  Read on to uncover the truth and terror that has shocked the inhabitants of Staten Island ever since.

Note: This story is suspenseful, scary, and deplorable. If you are squeamish…read anyway.

Part One- Dude, Get Some Neutrogena!

“That’s all for Zena, the Warrior Princess, folks. Stay tuned to the Oxygen Channel for our next program, Girls in The City.”

        The television flickered. Edgar Reyna got out the huge, cozy chair he had been sitting in. He stretched and yawned, then turned off the TV, and trudged up the stairs to his room. The exhausted boy threw himself onto the bed, pulled on his headphones, and went to sleep.

I’m gonna get you…

Edgar’s eyes shot open. “Huh? What was that?” After a moment, he went back to sleep.

You can’t run…

All of a sudden, he felt himself being pulled into the bed!

He screamed. “Aaagh!!! Help! Help!” everything went black.

When he came to, he saw a horrendous creature dressed in some kind suit. The “thing” tipped his hat.

“Welcome to Freddy Kreuger World. Your first, and final visit.”

~

Edgar stared. And stared. And stared some more. Then he opened his mouth, and said,

“Freddy? Man, that name is so white!”

It was Freddy’s turn to stare.

“And seriously, dude, like what’s wrong with your face? Must be a real bad case of acne, huh? Get some Neutrogena crap or something.”

If looks could kill, Edgar would be a pile of cherry-flavored Jell-O.

Freddy cackled insanely. “So, the little guy wants to play games, huh? Well let’s see how you can stand up to some torture.”

Edgar was holding his nose. “No need man, your breath is bad enough.”

“Shaddup!” The nightmare-maker lifted his axe and sent it down on Edgar. Unfortunately for him, Edgar moved just in time, sending the blade down into the ground. Freddy tried to pull it out, but to no avail.

“This place rocks, yo. You mean you get to live by yourself? Sweet!”

Meanwhile, Freddy was still trying to pull the machete out.

“Aww man. Too bad I gotta go now, or my mom gonna’s get m-a-d. Hasta LaVista dude.”

And with that, Edgar woke up from the awful “nightmare”, leaving a furious Freddy Kreuger behind.

~

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