He was never normal. Never wanted to be. He was a lost soul from the underworld. Unique in his own little way. What a monster was he. His pale apricot skin was terribly burnt. With horns, two antennas in his head, and sharp bloody pointy teeth. In fact, he was happy because he had a favorite wrestling group: D-Generation X. It was a faction of fourteen. But they made a big mistake, when they let Cordarro and Lei fight and split up the group. Cordarro’s feud with Lei was so intense; he decided to conjure the lost soul to the real world to even the score with Lei. He showed him the restaurant Lei hangs out at and told him what to do with him, but the monster went past his limit. He drugged Lei and three others from D-X, putting them under his command. Then he came up with an evil plan: to seize control over everyone that had anything to do with D-X, and make the team over again. So he went to the WWE and started his mission. His game was, for every person he defeated, they would be under his control and he would be more powerful. But for every person he looses to, a person of their choosing will be recruited from the monster’s command, and the monster would get weaker. When he looses a match with no more people to sacrifice, he banishes back to where he came from. He set his goal out to capture everyone who made him unhappy, under the wrestling name:
Puppet Master.
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It was a dark night when I was sitting in my room on my bed watching TV. There was nothing interesting on. Shortly after, I got bored and had decided to turn on my Playstation 2. When I got up and went to the entertainment stand, I noticed that there were a lot of ants on the counter top.
“Where are all of these ants coming from,” I questioned myself. I studied the stream of ants as they made their way to the back of the counter. Then they led a trail towards the rear. Curiously, I pulled the dresser out and looked behind it. The ants mysteriously disappeared. As I searched for their whereabouts, I noticed something clinging to the back of the stand. I glanced at it. It was a red bug with three black spots on it, a big one in the middle and two small ones around it. There were two antennas on its head with an eye on each. It looked extremely similar to a ladybug but it was at least ten times bigger. I guess it saw me because it’s two antennas stood up and searched for a signal, which so happened to be coming from me. I backed up cautiously. Steadily, taking my eyes off of the bug, I went into the living room to get my mom. “Mom!” I called out. She was sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. “What?” she answered. “Come look at this.” “Look at what?” “There’s a bug in my room.” “A bug?” “Yeah, come see.” “I ain’t,” she replied. “Please,” I begged. “It looks like a ladybug, but it’s like ten times bigger.” After insisting that she come, she put out her cigarette, got up, and followed me into my room. “Where,” she asked. “Behind the entertainment stand,” I answered. She pulled the stand out a little more and proceeded to look behind it. “Be careful,” I warned. She sucked here teeth. “This little thing.” She took the tip of her finger and flicked the bug. “Ouch!” she yelled. “What happened,” I questioned. “It bit me,” she said. “Damnit!” “Let me see” I asked. There was a little prick on her fingertip. “Watch out,” she said. She ran in the living room. I looked behind the stand and I saw a glimpse of the bug on the floor. It desperately scrambled underneath the stand into the darkness. I rushed into the living room to my mom. She was sitting on the floor, bashing her wrist against the couch and screaming in anguish. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “Are you okay?” “Hell no,” she replied. She showed me her hand. That little red bug had implanted some kind of poison into her skin. A vein from her finger started to grow. It got thicker. Bigger. Rising and throbbing rapidly out of control. The small green vein evolved into a darker, jungle-green. It advanced its way to her wrist then up her arm. Simultaneously, an inky ominous blue vein started to grow next to it. “Get this thing out of me,” she screamed. “I’m sorry, mom! I’m sorry!” It was the only thing I could say to try to comfort her. I couldn’t feel the pain. I didn’t know what that thing had implanted in her. All I knew is that I was sorry for calling her into my room in the first place and letting her get bit. It should have been me. Blaze, our black, tan, and white miniature pinscher, had awakened from all the pandemonium. He rushed over to us barking in concern. “Get back,” I ordered him. Knowing that my mom was in pain, he defied my command and went up to her, licking her hand to show his loyalty. “Get off of me,” my mom screamed. She pushed Blaze back then got up and ran into the kitchen, tripping over chairs and rugs on the way. She reached for a butcher knife from the drawer and placed it against her arm. “Lord, help me!” she pleaded. “Mom, what are you doing?” I scurried into the kitchen to stop her but it was too late. She took the knife and slit her arm. Her blood oozed out slowly, but seconds before it could drip onto the floor, it dried to dust. She squeezed her arm to draw more blood, but it too, dried up. She got the dry towel and tied it around her arm in a knot. I got my cell phone and called up someone, anyone, to get us to the hospital. I don’t know how we got to the hospital, but when we did, she was rushed to the emergency room on a stretcher. We were instructed to a room and a doctor came in shortly thereafter. “Doctor, what’s wrong with her,” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. “Let me see.” He pulled the white sheet off of her and observed her body. “Oh, dear,” he said. “What,” I questioned. “What is it?” The poison had spread all over. Her other arm was infested with the blue and green vein. Her legs, her neck, her face, and her body all covered with the disease. She was becoming very ashy, wrinkled and old looking. The doctor checked her blood pressure but couldn’t find it. “She has no blood,” the doctor said. “It’s as if it has all been drained out of her. “Hey! Get me some help in here,” he requested. More doctors arrived. “Mom,” I cried. “Don’t go! I need you.” I touched the side of her check and her head tipped over. Her skin was completely dry. Her face looked like a skeleton. “I’m sorry,” the doctor told me. “She’s gone.” He closed her eyelids. “Get this kid out of here,” the doctor said. Two doctors grabbed me by my arms. “Man, let go of me,” I yelled, kicking and pulling away from the two men. When I looked at her again, her skin had completely decayed off of her bones. “There’s nothing you can do here,” one of the doctors said. They carried me out by force. I screamed over their shoulders, “I love you mom,” then I snatched loose and ran down the corridor. When I first got CJ, it was on a cold, dark Thanksgiving night. My neighbor’s dog had had a litter of puppies a couple of days before. When I was picking a puppy, my mom wanted to make sure that it wasn’t a girl, so I picked out a boy. But not just any boy, the one that was all by his self, looking lost. He was a German Shepard-Chow mixed. He was small and black. As we drove home, I held him in my arms and rocked him softly back and forth. When we got home, I got an old shoe box, put a little toy pillow in it and placed CJ quietly and carefully on it.
I had to go to sleep early because I had school the next day. When I was just about sleep, he woke me up with his loud annoying whining. I figured he was hungry, so I walked into the kitchen, poured some milk into a glass cup and warmed it up on the stove. A few seconds later, there was a clashing sound as the glass burst into pieces and the milk spilled down the stove onto the floor. I forgot; Glass and heat doesn’t mix! My mom came in, helped me clean the mess and fixed some milk for me-the right way-to give to CJ. I slowly took the bowl into my room and placed it on the brown carpet. Since CJ couldn’t see well, I had to place him by the milk and he found it with his nose and his tongue quickly sprinted into it. Over the next couple of months, he learned how to jump out of his boxed home. So I put him in a bigger box that he would eventually learn how to break out of, so I just started to let him sleep by my bed. After training him how to go to the front door and scratch or bark if he had to go out, I taught him how to be tough. I slapped him around, shook him by the neck, and played tug-a-war with an old sock. We were best friends. I played and talked to him more than the other kids at my elementary school. I was always there for him. I made sure he had fresh food and water and when my mom wasn’t looking I’d throw him some table scraps. When the kids would walk by and throw rocks at him and teased him, I made them stop. He always looked after me too. Whenever I would get into trouble with my mom and she gets ready to whip me, CJ would bark and growl at her to tell her to back off. My mom had to put him out the house when she had to beat me. Outside, we galloped and chased each other in the backyard and jumped in the big piles of brown leaves. When my mom and I would go out somewhere in the car he would be right there with me in the backseat. But he was very preservative. He would bark and growl at me until I would sit on the floor, while he would sit or lay across the backseat. When we would go to the park, we would play Frisbee and I’d throw the Frisbee outwards and he’d catch it and bring it back to me. I’d watch him chase butterflies and squirrels. He seemed to have so much fun. We really loved each other a lot. One depressing day, my mom and I had to face an ultimatum. Since we were going to move into an apartment we had to give CJ up or move somewhere else because there was a rule that no animals are allowed on the premises. My mom talked me into giving CJ to my Granny who stays all the way in the country, in the middle of nowhere. Watching her take him away from me, and looking at him give me his sad “puppy eyes”, really ripped a deep hole in my heart. I realized that I was loosing my best friend. One day, a couple of years later, when I went to go visit him, my Granny told me that he had run away, when I knew myself that he had grown old and died from loneliness. It was June 21—the first day of summer—and four venturous kids wanted to get away from college. They decided to spend their first five days in the wood of Camp Nowhere. It was a fine day to go, too. Or at least that’s what they thought.
After a long eighteen miles on the road, the rented SUV scurried into the parking lot. After stretching and gathering their things, the four kids headed for the lodge to check in. The resort had tall trimmed bushes and trees everywhere. Many vivid flowers were planted on each side of the pathway, and there was a pond in the middle of the yard. It was beautiful, even though there weren’t many visitors. It’s been that way for a long time. When they got to their cabin, they unpacked and went outside. They walked through the park, trying to find something to do. It wasn’t until they reached the far back of the camp, when they found something intriguing. In the somberness of the woods stood a building. It looked as if it was there for years, uncared for. The crimson bricks were collapsing to the ground, and vines and thorns were embracing the exterior of the doors. There was a rotted sign sticking in the soil. Letitia leaned over to read it. “Ooooh, a game room,” she stated, as if she were spooked. “Let’s check it out.” “I don’t know,” said Davon. “It looks kind of creepy.” “Don’t be chicken,” Cordarro told him. “You know…” Davon informed. “The manager said not many people visit here, and he didn’t say there was a game room.” “And your point is?” asked Jessica. “He probably just didn’t want us back here.” Jessica walked up to the door and turned the knob. “What do you know,” she said. “It’s unlocked.” She went inside. There was a corridor and three rooms inside. Beep, beep. Davon’s watch was going off. “We should be heading back,” he said. “It’s about time for dinner.” They went to their cabin, washed up and had dinner. They talked about their day and went to sleep. The next day, they agreed to go back to the game room. When they go there, they went inside and entered the first door on the right. The room was unbelievable. There was no dirt or vines. It was new and full of arcade video games. The gang rushed over to play one. “It’s not so scary anymore,” informed Davon. “It never was,” Leticia corrected. They’ve been having so much fun; they had no idea how late it had gotten. They returned to the cabin, washed up, ate, and talked about that day’s events. Everything was going smoothly until they got an unexpected knock at the door. Leticia opened the door. It was the park ranger, Chuckie Gomez. He was a tall and muscular man with red hair. “Oh hi, Mr. Gomez. How may I help you?” “Did you go to that game room in the woods?” he asked. “Yes, why?” “We will not be responsible if one of you were to get hurt back there. My boss think it will be best for you to leave until we finish the park. Sorry.” “We’ll leave first thing in the morning,” Letitia pledged. “Good,” the ranger said. He waved goodnight and walked away. “What was that all about,” Davon asked, walking outside. “They want us to leave, but we’re not going anywhere. There’s something fishy going on around here and we’re going to find out what it is.” Even though they were told to slave, they went back to the game room anyway. “But Cody, I told them to leave,” contested Gomez. “We don’t want anything to happen to them do we? Tell our visitors that it is time to leave. “ At the game room, everyone was looking for something suspicious. While the others checked out the game room, Cordarro went to the door on the left side of the corridor. On the door, read: Do Not Open. Out of curiosity it was opened anyway. Three bodies fell out. There were corpses that had been shot, hanging by their necks, and cut up. Rats were crawling out of people’s mouths. “What the…” started Cordarro. “Guys!” he shouted. They ran to him. “Is this suspicious enough for you?” Gomez ran inside and stood in the doorway. “What is this?” Davon said panicky. “I’m calling the police,” said Jessica. Jessica took out her cell phone and dialed 911. The police would be there in a minute. Davon and Letitia ran to the back of the room and opened the third door. Inside, was a brick wall. They turned around. “You won’t get away with this,” they said. “Get away with what?” laughed Gomez. “I can answer that,” said Cody, walking in behind Gomez with a gun in both hands. “These are not dummies; they’re pretty much real. You see, after I broke out of jail last year, I decided to hider here. Seems like a nice place. No one comes here anyways. All these people are those who tried to get me caught. Pretty soon, you’ll end up like them. Anyways, who’s going to stop me?” “I am,” said Letitia. She ran up to Cody and pushed him down. He dropped one of his guns on the floor. Letitia was bending over to get it, when Cody grabbed her and put a gun to her head. “If you don’t want her to die, don’t try anything funny.” “The only one that’s going to die,” said Cordarro, picking up the gun on the floor, “Is you!” He pulled the trigger, and the impact was so great, Letitia and Cody fell. Cordarro walked over to see which one he had shot. Letitia sat up. “I had enough of this camp,” she said. The four kids and the surprised ranger walked outside. Police cars and an ambulance showed up. “Come on,” said one of the officers. “Let me get you home. You guys did a great job. We’ve been looking for this guy for a long time.” As the police cars departed, the four kids took one more glance at the game room where they left the imposter for dead. The paramedics went inside to the aid of Cody Jackson, but there was no one there. “I’m sorry, but that’s just how it is. You should have gone straight to class and then asked your teacher if you could go to the restroom, Now, you’re late just like everyone else, so get walking.”
I turned away from the security guard and began to walk. “But my classroom is…” “But nothing,” she said, cutting me off. “That’s not fair,” I argued. “Life isn’t fair,” she replied. I didn’t want get into any more trouble, so I just kept straight. The hallway was full of kids who were late to class and they were all walking slowly as if they were zombies. “Why do we have to walk clockwise down the hall to get to class,” I asked myself even though I knew the answer. “How is walking one way when your class is the other way maintaining order?” I was so into myself, I bumped into the person in the front of me. “Move outta my way,” I yelled while pushing everyone to the side. Everyday I’m late to class and I have held in my anger. I was so mad; I just decided to skip class. As soon as I get to class, Ms. Burch isn’t going to say anything but, “Go to Ms. Dorsett’s class for the rest of the period”. I walked into the boys’ bathroom and looked around. The toilets were clogged-up. The sinks were turned on and were overflowing, the mirrors were cracked and had gang signs written all over them, and there was tissue all over the stalls, like decorations for a birthday party. “Teachers always tell us to do our work, but the janitor never does his,” I muttered to myself. I punched a big hole in the bathroom’s cheaply made wall. A doorknob suddenly appeared. Curiously, I began to tear at the wall to see what might be inside. I discovered a door. Turning around to see if anyone was in the hallway, I saw only emptiness. Everyone had gone to class. I slowly opened the door, looked back one more time, and then entered carefully into the darkness. I looked around and saw a narrow passageway. I walked only a couple feet to encounter another door. I turned the knob, but it wouldn’t budge. The thought of turning around arose, but left as quickly as it had come. I had come too far for that and besides, who’s gonna stop me? I figured that there must be a wall on the other side. Without thinking, I ran back, then forward with extreme force and using my shoulder, burst through the door. The door and half the wall caved in challenging my balance. There was a cluster of familiar faces scattered across the room, all looking at me in shock. Looking to the front, I saw Ms. Burch. I had broken into my own classroom. Ms. Burch put down her reading book, tilted her glasses, and looked up at me from behind her desk. It felt like the whole class was staring a hole in me. I knew I was in a hoop of trouble, so I just walked out of her class, went to the office and just hoped my punishment wouldn’t be too bad, even though I knew it would be. Ghastly Ghost had lived in the old mansion for over a hundred years. Each year, a few of the neighborhood children trotted up the hill to the mansion, trying to spend Halloween night there. Almost always they had been dared to do so by older children. Sometimes, Ghastly overheard an amount of money they had been offered if they could stay there the entire night.
Each year around midnight, Ghastly made his usual appearance. He never said, “Boo!” In fact, he never said anything. He just clumsily came down the attic stairs and opened the creaky door. Then, he heard the terrifying screams of the visitors, followed by the scurrying sounds of their departure. “It’s so easy,” thought Ghastly.” All I ever do is walk down the stairs.” Generally, no one ever came back until the next Halloween. Therefore, Ghastly took some long naps, sometimes for a year at a time. This caused him to miss most of the neighborhood news. Ghastly’s Halloween this year might have been different had he not slept through the entire previous year. He had not heard that the Nerdmans had moved close by. There were thirteen Nerdman children, and all thirteen had been dared to spend the night in the old mansion, including twelve others-- with no teacher! They had all been going to Westside School, where the competitive class had dared them to go to the mansion for a whole night. If they did, they would be crowned bravest class in the school. All twenty-nine people walked up to the mansion. They knocked on the door once. No one answered. Twice. No one answered. Three times. No one answered. ”Man, forget this,” said Tommy. He knocked on the door so hard, he broke the doorknob. The door swung open.” Well, go in Tommy,” said Wendy, “and see if it’s safe.” “No, you go in.” “I’ll go in if you go before me.” “Aw! I will go in first,” said Davon, the bravest of them all. He pushed the door open and walked into the darkness. The others, unaware if Davon was safe or not, walked closer to door. “BOO!” Davon shouted. Everyone screamed their heads off. “Got you, didn’t I?” Davon said. But they didn’t respond. Instead, they looked up behind him in horror. Davon turned around and looked up to see none other than Mr. Ghastly Ghost himself. Everyone, except Davon, stood there in shock. He ran down the hill as fast as he could. When the ghost came closer, the others ran also. Davon was hiding behind a tree when his classmates ran after him. “Aw, man” he said. Don’t bring that over here. It was too late. They had found him. They all screamed at each other, unaware of what to do about the ghost. When he came to them, Davon stepped out of the yelling crowd. “Hey, yaw,” he said, trying to get their attention. They were still screaming. “Guys,” he said trying again. They still wouldn’t listen, just screamed. “SHUT UP!” Everyone looked at him. “Is this what you have been running from? This is just a lonely old ghost. Not the fierce, mad monster everyone has been talking about.” “Let’s play with him.” They played the rest of the day, found a new friend, survived the night and was crowned bravest class at their school. “Noooooo! I did it wrong. I switched the size of us humans and popcorn by pressing the wrong button. Now, all of the popcorn has ears, eyes, arms, legs, noses, mouths, brains, and are bigger! I’ve created monsters! What should I do? I should have never messed with this machine.”
“Let’s get out of here, Davon,” said Wesley Rabb. “Help me!” Wesley yelled as the popcorn monster grabbed him. “I’ll save you, Wesley,” said Davon. Davon bit the popcorn’s hand off. “Mmmmmmm. It tastes good.” “Ok, I’m free. Let’s get out of here.” They ran out of the house. All of the popcorn was eating everybody! The popcorn burped, passed gas, and licked their hands until it was night. By that time, they were full. They went to bed. “That’s my house! I’ve heard of people sleeping in houses and beds, but this is ridiculous! I’m ashamed to know that a huge popcorn is sleeping in my house. Now, I know how popcornand ants feel being little. I’m smaller than my house, smaller than my food, and this grass looks like a jungle. We need a place to sleep. “My sister has a doll house outside,” said Davon, “We could stay there.” “Mannnn! This food is fake. The furniture is hard! It’s so light that we can move it anywhere we want. The television isn’t even working,” groaned Wesley. “Stop complaining, Wesley, we have to get used to it.” They wen tot sleep around 6:59 p.m. and woke up around 6:59 a.m. the next morning. “Mannnnn! This clock hasn’t moved all day!” said Davon. “Duhhhh! It isn’t supposed to. It’s fake.” They left the doll house at the same time that the popcorn left the big house. “We have to change all of the humans back to their original sizes, and the popcorn back to their original sizes.” Said Wesley. They went to Davon’s house. “I think we have to make us big, the same way we made us small,” said Davon. They did it. They climbed up on the machine in Davon’s house and pressed the change size button. Suddenly, everything was back to normal. No one ever ate or looked at popcorn in the same way ever again. But one popcorn was still alive, and hungry! The End, or is it? |
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