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Our third place middle school entry was written by sixth grader Jayanti Robillard-Grant who attends the Govardhana Academy in British Columbia, Canada. |
Once, in 1802, there was a small town called Bakers Ville. Some people say that Bakers Ville was haunted by a strange ghost…………
There was a very popular twelve year old kid that lived there, Everyone liked him a lot. His name was Thomas Patterson. He always treated everyone very fairly; he never made any one cry. He never came home from school feeling sad, and neither did anyone else.
Thomas went trick-or -treating every year with his friends along the main street of his home town. Thomas always looked before he crossed the road; everyone knew that. But on Halloween night, he seemed to have a mind of his own.
Thomas was walking with his friends on Halloween night,
his friend Gerry saw him awkwardly glance across the street. He had a look of sadness on his face. The next time Thomas’s friends looked at the street, he was walking right in front of a horse drawn wagon!
One of his friends called out, “STOP THOMAS STOP!”
But it was too late; a black taxi coach had crushed him underneath its fast moving wooden wheels. He died instantly, and was never seen again until…………
Three years ago there was another group of twelve year olds, they were very curious about Thomas (they wanted to ask him why he walked across the road). The townspeople called him “Patterson: the friendly ghost of Bakers Ville.” They silently walked to the graveyard where Thomas was supposedly buried.
The graveyard was cold and gloomy, a strange heavy mist hung over them like a dark shadow. One of them uttered, “I hope we see him this time.”
They lit tall candles and formed a ceremonial circle around his grave. After a while one of the boy’s faces turned white like he’d seen a ghost. “Did you hear that?” he whispered. All of the sudden they heard the most horrid sound you could ever hear, it sounded like death, screaming in agony, wailing.
They all slowly turned around, “It’s Patterson,” the oldest one whispered.
Then a deep voice said, “I am Thomas Patterson, the one who walked across the road on that Halloween night." They nodded, that was all they could do; the spirit of Thomas was bloody and hollow. He was half invisible, his shadow was dark red.
“Uh…umm...Thomas why did you cross the road?”
“I will tell you my story, dear friends, although it is sad.”
“Long ago before I was born, a child was conceived, his parent’s only kept him long enough to name him. They named him Charles, then drove 20 miles away and left him at the doorstep of a peasant’s home. They took care of him until he was 4, then they looked him up in their barn. As he grew older he learned to hate, and to be horrid.
He would become very lonely then he would slaughter the animals in the barn (I know it is sad but it is true.) Charles did this until he turned twelve. One Halloween night he went up to his balcony
And jumped of. He died crushing his head on a pointed rock.
Every Halloween since, he has murdered a twelve year old child, just for his own joy. He wants to make people go through what he did, and to make people miserable. The night I died, Charles was on the other side of the road. He told me that he had no friends and that he was very sad. He looked so helpless I couldn’t help but to go to him.
I told him that I just had to look before I crossed the road.
“There are no carriages coming,” he assured me, so I just walked across. But he was lying to me; he just wanted me dead. His soul was driving that carriage, you know…” then he faded away saying, “…beware on Halloween…………….....”
1 year later only one of Thomas’s relatives was left; Charmane Reynolds,
She was 18 years of age. Charmane loved to swim, especially at night. One full moon night, she went swimming. As she got ready, she was sitting on the shore thinking about Thomas.
She dove into the water and swam to the bottom, it was mucking and squishy. She swam back up to the top, and went home.
Charmane went on her computer to listen to some rock’n roll, and to look something up. As soon as she went on to the internet, there was a sound, “BEEEEEEEEEEPP.” Then all the power went out except her computer, and the screen turned green. A big voice said, “Go Charmane, run! get away from this town! GO CHARMANE, GO.”
Charmane got chills, and decided to write a letter to her friend Lily.
2006, Aug 12th
Dear Lily,
Lily, last night I had a strange experience, the power went out and my computer screen went lime green. A strange voice said, “Go Charmane run, get away from this town! GO CHARMANE, GO.”
Could you please give me some advice on this subject?
Should I leave Lily? Should I?
Love,
Charmane
P.S. What would I do if I don’t leave?
Charmane decided to leave Bakers Ville, and moved out of California to Oregon. But the strange ghost followed her there. One night in her sleep she had a dream. Thomas had said to her, “Please come back; you are my only relative. You are very important to me Charmane.” When she woke up, she had red marks all over her body.
The next night she heard thumping noises upstairs moving from one end of the attic. She thought it was just the rain, but it wasn’t. It was definitely footsteps. But no one was in her house but her. Was it the ghost of the owner of that house? She had heard that he died in the attic; it was his favorite place. Earlier that day, she had heard that back in Bakers Ville, the group of 12 year olds had been visiting Thomas every single night. They had been learning more about Charles. Thomas had said Charles was getting angry: really angry. He was particularly mad with one person, but Thomas didn’t know who.
The footsteps got louder…closer…she could even hear breathing now.
Breathing! She realized that she was so scared that she hadn’t taken a breath in so long!
She took a deep breath, as deep as she could. It seemed to calm her nerves. Then she saw red. It was her last breath.
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