Happy Halloween, readers! Liz here – and we wanted to do something fun and a little different today to celebrate the scariest day of the year. We’re going to do a flash fiction story – mad lib style! I’ll set the creepy stage…
I’d been watching the new neighbor all week since he moved in to the creepy house down the street. It was dead quiet during the day, but a lot of activity at night. I couldn’t get a good glimpse of the guy either – but every night, like clockwork, he went into the backyard with a shovel.
Sherry: My next door neighbor here on Daybreak Island said he bought the shovel at her garage sale right after he moved in. At first I thought he was one of those guerilla gardening types–going around the neighborhood grooming people’s yards. But nothing in the neighborhood has improved. I’m no adventuress like my great grandmother’s friend, but one night I crept down the alley at midnight, approached his back fence. If only my friend Robbie was here with me. I peeked over. That was no clam bake.
Barb: I was shocked, shocked, I tell you by what I saw by the light of the full moon. There were three rectangular holes around the edges of the lawn. Too deep for a garden, too long for a footing for a structure, too wide to plant a shrub. But that wasn’t even the weird thing. The weird thing was this: my new neighbor was resting in a gently rocking hammock while the digging was being done by
Julie: Well, I wasn’t really sure. It looked like a person, in a tattered white dress and what looked like a wedding veil on its head. But when the clouds moved away and the moon shone bright, I didn’t see a face. Instead it looked like a skeleton. I blinked twice and swallowed hard. The clouds had moved back, and the yard was cast in an eerie blue light. Just then
Jessie: I heard the siren. The figure appeared to hear it, too. It turned its head towards the sound of the approaching police car, then dropped the shovel and fled off through the woods. My heart pounded in my chest as I peered after it. The cloud cover parted once more and I was startled to notice
Edith: other eerie white figures swaying between the trees, as if beckoning the digger closer. The siren grew near. I dashed back into my own yard and hurried upstairs to throw open the sash of a back window. My neighbor sat up in the hammock, shielding his eyes against the strobing police lights. “Everything’s fine, officer,” he said after the cop told him a neighbor had called in suspicious activity. “I was just taking a rest. My boy and me, we’re putting in a French drain tomorrow so the blasted yard doesn’t flood every spring. I was getting a head start on the digging.”
I glanced across to the second floor of the house beyond him. In a window facing mine, a ghostly figure waved her fingers at me. I turned away. I’d had it with this creepy neighborhood. I was putting my house on the market tomorrow morning.
Dear Readers: Happy Halloween!
Thank you! Perfect start to Halloween!
Happy Halloween, Wickeds!
And to you!
Happy Halloween to you all!
Great story! Happy Halloween!
So much fun! Happy Halloween!
Thank you!! I loved the story.
Love it! And love the references to the authors’ series! Happy Halloween, Wickeds!
Wonderful way to start Halloween. Thanks for the entertainment. Boo!
Boy is that scary. Happy Halloween ladies 💀.
That was great! Thanks for the fun.
Brava! Excellent round robin story. My students had such fun doing these, and one variation for oral telling was done with a ball of yarn tossed to the next teller, so the yarn made a spider web.
I once gave a “grammar test,” which students figured out was actually a Mad Lib. Silliness helps lessons stick.
Happy Halloween, and watch out for the wherewolf, whowolf, and whenwolf. I encountered those wolf cousins in a Jane Yolen poem in Animal Fare.
I wish I had had you for a teacher! And I really liked English.
What a fun story. I especially liked the bride Skelton. It was kooky and spooky.
Good job. Spooky and fun.
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