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One day, when my friends and I went on a camping trip, we told spooky stories over the campfire.It was even better since it was Halloween night. A contest was arranged so whoever told the scariest tale they'd get ALL of the s'mores. First was Tommy, a ridiculously chubby boy, who presented the ghost cookie. Next was Allie, an example of a full class nerd, snorted her way through a classic story called ? The Legend of Sleepy Hollow?. I had volunteered to be the judge and ONLY the judge so it was automatically Eric's turn. His story had no title, but it went like this. One foggy evening on Halloween night three children went along in Broken Woods to spook little children. They had no idea of the myth of the Flaming Scarecrow. On a Halloween night, in Broken Woods, a farmer discovered the greatest secret. Rushing off to town to tell this great discovery, he tripped into a deep ditch he and nobody else had seen before. Once he fell in he discovered his fate about to stab him with a single piece of flaming straw in the heart. A few minutes later Broken Woods bust into flames, calling firefighters to calm it down. They never appeared again to greet everybody with that calm smiling face. All that was seen was burnt wood and ten mysterious burnt scarecrows. It wasn't odd that they were burnt, but they wore the exact same uniforms as the firemen. At the end of the line of the burnt scarecrows was an oddball. A devilish smile was plastered upon his face and a farmers cap was set on his head along with blue overalls and a long sleeved shirt. Every following Halloween night the scarecrows would disappear from their spots and a fire would once again appear in Broken Woods. An evil chuckle made its way through the neighborhood into everyone's ears and each and everyone knew it was OL' Jack Farmer who fell into the non-existing ditch. Since all of the stories were either dumb or taken Eric won. Tommy seemed to be eating his tears instead of his one cracker that was smothered into his mouth. Then there was a rustle in the woods. None of us thought anything of it and we all went to bed in our tents. A laugh was heard deeply in our ears and I heard Allie's scream in her tent beside me. A light was glowing in her tent and I thought I'd peek out of mine. Peering my eye out I saw her tent aflame and a button eye popped in my face. A piece of flaming straw was the last thing I had lay my eyes on. The next day four more scarecrows appeared in front of Broken Woods. One with a pudgy tummy and cookies in his hand. Another with glasses and dots resembling freckles. The next one with baggy panys and tons of s'mores in its hands and the last one had a stitched eye.

2010-10-17 02:24:00 Author: domoqueen Posts: 170

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