Oh my gosh! I don't know how that happened but somehow this went
to the wrong group. Please ignore and accept my apologies.
Kandi (spelled with a K and an i), and my cane Fred
"Meat's meat, a man's gotta eat!" (Motel Hell)
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I used to have a handle on life, then it broke.
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From: kandi <[EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: Bn List <[email protected]
Date sent: Sat, 21 Oct 2006 19:34:48 -0500
Subject: [Braillenote] the next part of the story,it's a little
longer than I thought it was going to be
I wrote my part under Kim's again. Don't forget if you want to
be on the taglist, go to
groups.yahoo.com/group/halloweenheadquarters and click on
database and sign up. Let me know what you think of the story so
far.
Kandi (spelled with a K and an i), and my cane Fred
"Meat's meat, a man's gotta eat!" (Motel Hell)
Email: [EMAIL PROTECTED] or [EMAIL PROTECTED]
I used to have a handle on life, then it broke.
---- Original Message ------
Subject: the next part of the story, it's a little longer than I
thought it was going to be
A Bad Night to be Out!
Dustin Fuller had come nearly face to face with death, when
suddenly the school bell rang and it jarred him back to reality.
He had been daydreaming again. Gordon Tincher, his best friend,
who had been sitting in the desk right behind him in History
class, asked him ...
"Are you ok, Bud? That's the 4th time this week you've done that.
What gives? You're gonna get in trouble! Get a grip will ya?"
"Yeah, I'm alright." Dustin replied, shuddering just a bit. "I
... I don't really know what's wrong. ... I just keep thinkin'.
... Ohhh, (shaking his head quickly) skip it! It's just a stupid
dream anyway." They both picked up their books and belongings and
hurried out of the room and down through the crowded hallways.
The sounds of lockers banging all around them. Those sounds
always made Gordon jump even though he should have been used to
them by now.
It was school after all! But Gordon, as always, pushed aside the
all the sounds and the creepy feelings he always had about them
once he and Dustin finally got outside. It was 3:15 p.m. and
school was at last over for another day. And they were most
definitely GLAD of IT!!
They walked together down the narrow country road for a short
while.
"So, how much homework ya got, Gordo?" Dustin finally asked.
"Oh, not too much, why? Whad'ya have in mind?" Gordon answered.
"Can you come over for a while? I want to show you something. I
found it yesterday." said Dustin, sounding a bit nervous even to
mention it, but there was a touch of needing his best friend's
thoughts on it too. "Yeah, I guess so. Gotta stop by my house
first though." Gordon said.
They had come and gone from Gordon's house when a loud,
piercing scream came from out of nowhere, causing all the crows
in the trees to suddenly flee their perches.
The boys looked at each other and with exactly the same thought
in mind ... dive for cover! The scream let out again. "Hey
Dust? That was louder this time don't you think? Closer maybe?"
Gordon whispered, looking all around them.
"I can't tell, really." Dustin replied.
"Let's get back to my house!" Gordon said. He could feel his
heart racing.
The scream was heard yet again. Much louder, and closer. This
time both of the boys made up their minds to run. They got up at
the same time but were pressed back down by a hand on the back of
their necks from behind them. Followed by a deep, low, stern
"Shhhhhhush!" They were back on their knees peering through the
brush when a screaming, bluish, wraithlike figure flew by them.
It had almost lightning speed. The two boys were in too much
shock to look at each other, much less make a sound. "Mighty
lucky it didn't see you." the voice behind them said again in a
whisper. The boys trembled uncontrollably. They now tried to
free themselves from the hands that had had them pinned. They
went down again, pushed back by the weight of the huge hands.
"Shh! Hold on I say! Wait a minute. I'll tell ya when it's safe.
Then I'll let ya go, alright?" The boys stayed put as ordered.
They couldn't of lifted the heavy hands off of them anyway. So
they just shook there, on the ground. Tears of fear streaming
down their faces.
The screaming sounds finally trailed off, as did the pressure
upon their necks.
They got up and turned around to see ...
(Tag) Kandi
There was no one there!
"Huh?" Gordon said. "What was ..."
Dustin put a finger to his lips to signal that Gordon should be
quiet. "Shh!" he whispered. "Whatever it was, it's gone, but it
didn't go far."
Dustin didn't know how he knew this, but he did. He had
strong sense of deja-vu. "We have to get out of here." Dustin
whispered. "Whoever it was that saved us this time won't be here
if that thing comes back."
They left.
They headed for Dustin's house. "So what did you want to show
me?" asked Gordon in an effort to take his mind off of what had
just happened.
"I ... I can't tell you. You won't believe me until you see
it."
There was something about Dustin's voice that made Gordon feel as
if he really didn't want to see whatever it was.
They reached Dustin's house and went into his room. "So ...
what is it?" asked Gordon.
Dustin walked silently to the closet and opened the door.
Gordon peered over Dustin's shoulder and nearly screamed in
horror when he saw ...
(Tag) Kim
The shrunken, petrified body of a three-headed rat!
"Oh my gosh, Dustin! Where did you find that?! That's unreal!!"
Gordon exclaimed loudly.
"Shhh! Gordon, I don't want everybody in the house to know.
They'd completely freak if they saw this. Especially my mother.
Besides, I didn't really find it, it kind of found me." Dustin
replied.
"Whatcha mean, it found you?" Gordon asked.
"Well, believe it or not, it was out on our front step when I
got home yesterday. It was all wrapped up and in this old,
brown, casket-like box. Luckily, mom, dad and Wanda wasn't home.
Anyways, I picked it up, opened it, freaked when I saw it, looked
all around to see who might have left it here. I didn't see
anybody though." Dustin explained.
"Why on earth did you bring it in your house then? It could be
cursed! Oh, and how do you know whether or not it was meant for
you, or did you?" Gordon questioned rapidly.
Dustin walked over to his waste basket and removed the tattered
old brown wrapping. Flattened it out and showed it to Gordon.
"See? Right there ... Dustin Fuller ... but whoever brought it
didn't put my address on it. I guess they figured that wasn't
needed."
Gordon gazed at the paper for a long moment. "Dustin, ...
dude, listen man, this IS a curse! I mean ... it just HAS to be!
Who or ... well, I should say what on earth in it's right mind
would leave something like this on somebody's front step?"
Dustin just shook his head.
"Hey Dust, you know what? It kind of reminds me of a story I read
a long time back. I think it was called uhh ... The Monkey's
Paw. I can't remember who the story was written by though.
Maybe you should try making a wish on it or something."
Seemingly, Gordon had forgotten that the wishes that were made in
that story he read had some pretty dire consequences.
"Uh uh! No way man! ...'" Dustin said emphatically. "I remember
that story! Like you, can't remember who wrote it though. But I
am not about to wish something without getting this checked out."
"Oh yeah? Who are you going to show this to? I don't know of
... wait! ... yes I do! ... Dust, how about Madame Thesherly?
Down by Opal Creek?" Gordon suggested.
"Yeah! I know her. She's that one ...'" He was about to finish
what he was saying when a voice came to them from downstairs.
"Dustin, are you up there? We're home."
(Tag) Kandi
"Uh-oh!" said Dustin, hurriedly restoring the hideous
three-headed rat's corpse to its place in his closet and closing
the door in case his mom or someone came upstairs.
"Yeah Mom!" Dustin called. "Me and Gordon are in my room."
"So what were you saying about Madame Thesherly?" Gordon said
quietly.
"Didn't she used to be some kind of fortune-teller or medium or
something like that?" asked Dustin.
"Oh yeah, she used to do all kinds of stuff. People think she's
crazy now. Do you remember a few years ago when all of those
kids disappeared and then the cops found all those body parts in
Opal Creek?"
Dustin definitely remembered. It had been about four years ago.
Twelve children had disappeared in the space of three months and
no one knew what had happened. They lived in a small town in the
middle of nowhere, and things like that just didn't happen, so
naturally it had been big news. Then they had that huge police
investigation searching for the kids, and found all those limbs
in Opal Creek. Dustin had been around eight or nine, something
like that, and his mother hadn't let him watch the news, but he'd
heard more than enough about it to give him nightmares.
"Yeah, I remember." he said, shuddering slightly at the memory.
"But what does that have to do with Madame Thesherly?"
Gordon looked incredulous. "I thought everyone knew about it."
he said.
"Well, I don't." said Dustin, getting irritated.
"Well, about a year before all of that happened, Madame
Thesherly was giving free palm-readings and telling fortunes, and
Joe Marvell and his daughter Abby went to see her about
something. And Joe said that when Madame Thesherly saw Abby, she
went into some kind of weird trance and told him that Abby wasn't
going to live much longer, and she told him all about what was
going to happen. Joe was really angry and Abby was scared, so
they left. And Abby was the first to disappear."
Dustin shuddered again. "So ... do you think she'll know what
to do with the rat or if it's cursed?"
"Well, she can definitely tell the future and stuff, so it's
worth a try."
So the next day after school, Gordon and Dustin went to see
Madame Thesherly. They were walking along Opal Creek when Gordon
happened to gaze to the left. He gasped. "What?" asked Dustin.
Gordon couldn't speak. Dustin turned in the direction Gordon
was looking. And there, floating in Opal Creek, was ...
(Tag) Kim
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