
It's Story Time Eli...
Write me a scary story with a happy ending
based on the picture below. Go, CREATE!
The Voice Behind The Door
"Mom, do we have to?""Yes Phoenix."
I did not want to spend my summer with grandma.
"But, it is HORRIBLE mom!
No TV, phone, radio, gaming systems, or anything."
Plus, my stupid, annoying, monster-fraid,
brother Mom says he gets it from me, but that's
wrong, WAY wrong Phoenix J. Phillips is not
afraid of monsters!) would be
there which would guarantee a few black eyes.
"Boys, get your bags, you're leaving in
10 minutes." Mom told me I'm going to have
a great time, but I think I might die of being
bored. "Bye, love you!" Then we pulled away
from the driveway to the worst summer ever
in grandma's '90 accord.
After 24 hours of driving and 3 fist
fights over who's afraid of monsters, we got there,
to grandma's stinky old house at 9:00 pm.
"Welcome" grandpa said when
we walked in. "This will be your room,"
He said to me, I think that grandpa separated
us on purpose. "Lay your stuff down and
go to sleep." "But it's...", he shut the door,
"only 5:00." I laid my stuff down and then
noticed a smalldoor at the side of the room and
somehow went to sleep.
A cold breeze woke me, a strange noise with it.
Suddenly, a hand griped my arm, pulling at it.
I struck it. It let go and went through the small
door. I heard the little door latch shut but I
didn't sleep for the rest of the night. All I
did is sit on the side of the bed with a baseball
bat in my hand. Before the night was over,
it...the THING, attacked 10 more times and I was
sure that this house was haunted by monsters.
"Did you sleep good?" grandma asked, in the
morning as me and my brother walked
into the kitchen" "Yes" I lied.
12 hours later...
It had been another boring day at grandma's
house however the nights were anything but.
Right before bed, my brother decided to wear
his stupid Transformers PJ's. As I walked toward
my bed, I dropped my PSP, and as I bent down
to get it, I felt that same cold breeze and
voice saying, "You hurt me, now I'll hurt you."
It jumped out from behind the door and
attacked BUT this time it wouldn't get away.
I had set a trap for whatever it was so when
it tried to get me, the trap would spring and
catch it and I'd spray it with goo I found in
grandma's fridge with the label "Veggie Pudding"
whatever that is. It is lumpy, sticky and smells
really bad. When it attacked, I was ready, the
trap sprung and I started spraying, but after I
sprayed it in the face it yelled. It was
my brother. Why did I forget? How could I?
He sleepwalks. The door must lead to his room.
He was dazed. "What happened?" he asked.
I said, "Let's get you some more jammas and get
you back to bed." We woke up the next morning
and all was back to normal. The rest of the
summer was a huge bored-out-of-your-pants-summer
full of reading and drawing. The only thing sort
of exciting that kept turning up was grandma's
green goo that I used to get my brother,
the veggie pudding. Ugh, that stuff tastes bad....
THE END!
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Nana, your house does NOT smell bad
and is NOT boring
This story is made up!
TOTALLY!
Nothing is from real life!
NADA(Spainish)
ZIP(American, I think)
NILL(German)
So, please take no offense from this story and
Isaac YOU ROCK!!!!!!! (9 1/2% of the time).
"Mom, do we have to?""Yes Phoenix."
I did not want to spend my summer with grandma.
"But, it is HORRIBLE mom!
No TV, phone, radio, gaming systems, or anything."
Plus, my stupid, annoying, monster-fraid,
brother Mom says he gets it from me, but that's
wrong, WAY wrong Phoenix J. Phillips is not
afraid of monsters!) would be
there which would guarantee a few black eyes.
"Boys, get your bags, you're leaving in
10 minutes." Mom told me I'm going to have
a great time, but I think I might die of being
bored. "Bye, love you!" Then we pulled away
from the driveway to the worst summer ever
in grandma's '90 accord.
After 24 hours of driving and 3 fist
fights over who's afraid of monsters, we got there,
to grandma's stinky old house at 9:00 pm.
"Welcome" grandpa said when
we walked in. "This will be your room,"
He said to me, I think that grandpa separated
us on purpose. "Lay your stuff down and
go to sleep." "But it's...", he shut the door,
"only 5:00." I laid my stuff down and then
noticed a smalldoor at the side of the room and
somehow went to sleep.
A cold breeze woke me, a strange noise with it.
Suddenly, a hand griped my arm, pulling at it.
I struck it. It let go and went through the small
door. I heard the little door latch shut but I
didn't sleep for the rest of the night. All I
did is sit on the side of the bed with a baseball
bat in my hand. Before the night was over,
it...the THING, attacked 10 more times and I was
sure that this house was haunted by monsters.
"Did you sleep good?" grandma asked, in the
morning as me and my brother walked
into the kitchen" "Yes" I lied.
12 hours later...
It had been another boring day at grandma's
house however the nights were anything but.
Right before bed, my brother decided to wear
his stupid Transformers PJ's. As I walked toward
my bed, I dropped my PSP, and as I bent down
to get it, I felt that same cold breeze and
voice saying, "You hurt me, now I'll hurt you."
It jumped out from behind the door and
attacked BUT this time it wouldn't get away.
I had set a trap for whatever it was so when
it tried to get me, the trap would spring and
catch it and I'd spray it with goo I found in
grandma's fridge with the label "Veggie Pudding"
whatever that is. It is lumpy, sticky and smells
really bad. When it attacked, I was ready, the
trap sprung and I started spraying, but after I
sprayed it in the face it yelled. It was
my brother. Why did I forget? How could I?
He sleepwalks. The door must lead to his room.
He was dazed. "What happened?" he asked.
I said, "Let's get you some more jammas and get
you back to bed." We woke up the next morning
and all was back to normal. The rest of the
summer was a huge bored-out-of-your-pants-summer
full of reading and drawing. The only thing sort
of exciting that kept turning up was grandma's
green goo that I used to get my brother,
the veggie pudding. Ugh, that stuff tastes bad....
THE END!
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Nana, your house does NOT smell bad
and is NOT boring
This story is made up!
TOTALLY!
Nothing is from real life!
NADA(Spainish)
ZIP(American, I think)
NILL(German)
So, please take no offense from this story and
Isaac YOU ROCK!!!!!!! (9 1/2% of the time).















