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scary stories for kids where it's always the spooky season,
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are family friendly frights for those ages eight and up,
and while our stories are for younger years, we are
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and some children may not be able to handle what
others can. Parental consent is recommended now. Forts of Knights
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Speaker 2: You'll Spoil Your Dinner written by Dean Vargas, age seven
and three quarters. It was a dark, scary, stormy night
and I was just getting ready for bed. My dad
had just brought me a snack, and I started watching
a movie about a big, blood sucking monster. I started
to get scared, so my dad came in, turned the
movie off, and tucked me in. In the middle of
the night, I thought I felt something biting my fingers.
I closed my eyes tightly, thinking that it was the
blood sucking monster from the movie. I tried to go
to sleep, but I still felt something biting my things.
I worked up the courage to look under my bed,
and that is when I saw it. It was not
a big, blood sucking monster at all. It was a
little blood sucking monster. As I looked at the monster,
I heard someone say, hey, I told you no snacks
before bedtime. And with that, the little blood sucking monster
slunk back into the darkness under my bed. Rising from
the Dead written by Max w Age.
Speaker 1: Six.
Speaker 2: One cool night, a group of people went out in
the graveyard to investigate the strange sightings between the gate.
Many people have disappeared inside the graveyard. Something very strange happened.
Everybody that disappeared in the graveyard returned, but strangely, they
weren't right because something about them was strange. Because once
they really revealed themselves, they noticed that their eyes were
red and yellow. Suddenly they attacked everybody that was around them.
Suddenly there was a scream. A little girl got bitten
by the strange creature and became one of them. Soon
they became unstoppable. But one night they all went back
into the graveyard and disappeared. The same pattern happened over
and over again, but neither group knew why. They attacked
until one morning, the whole group went out in the
graveyard and disappeared. The end Zombie Dog written by Clark
and Molly Rawcliff. It was the last camping trip of
the summer. Molly and Clark played catch as their parents
set up the Campsit, kids, can you go look for
some firewood? I need kindling for the fire, dad called
out as he rummaged through the camping gear. Suer Dad,
yelled Molly. The kids grabbed their wagon and sat off
down the path to find some nice kindling for the fire.
Clark spotted a few nice branches off the path. This way, Molly,
he said, as he led the way into the woods.
Molly saw a huge branch. She put her ball down
to grab it. This will work for roasting my marshmallows.
After getting a wagon load of firewood, the two kids
headed back a camp. They roasted hot dogs on the fire.
When they were done eating, Clark asked Molly to play
catch with him. Mollie sheepishly admitted that she left the
ball behind when they were gathering firewood. It was starting
to get dark out, so the kids grabbed their flashlights
and headed out in search of their ball. They got
to the spot where Molly had put the ball down
and started searching. You take this side and I'll take
that side, directed Clark. Molly showed her flashlight onto the ground,
and suddenly she noticed something. She walked over to what
ended up being a small hole in the ground. Freshly
on earth to dirt formed a little mound around the
small hole. What do you think this is, Clark?
Speaker 3: Hmm, I don't know. Maybe it's a fox hole or
a mole hole. Look, there's streams footprints around it. Clark
had never seen footprints like bees, kind of claw like,
or even Clark was spooked to even think about it,
but bony footprints like a small skeleton had been walking around.
I don't see our ball, Clark, and these footprints are
scaring me. Molly said, yeah, we can look for it
in the morning, Clark agreed. The kids headed back to camp.
It was now dark outside and eerily quiet. The only
sound they heard were their own footsteps along the path.
Click click, Who is that, asked Molly, whipping her flashlight around.
I don't know, said Clark, quickening his pace. They continued
their trek back to camp. Wait step, Clark instructed, the
sound of footsteps continued, but they had stopped walking. The
kids slowly turned around to look behind them. As they
turned around, it was an eerie clicking sound. Click click click.
A bush moved. Clark darted towards bush, shining his flashlight
on it. He saw those same strange bony footprints leading
from the bush into the woods. Then he saw their ball.
He slowly reached down to pick up the ball. He
peered into the woods. As he grabbed it, green eyes
were staring back at him like a low growl. Ran
he shouted. Clark and Molly ran towards their camp. They
could hear whatever it was running behind them, clicking and panting.
Clark had to see what was chasing them. He turned
around and saw it. Those green eyes were held in
a skull with furry ears. It was a dog, but
half of it was just bones. Its bones clicked together
while it ran towards them. It's as zombie dog.
Speaker 2: Shouted Clark. Molly looked back and saw it too. Its
eyes were locked in on Clark. No, not Clark, Clark's
hand the ball. He watched the ball, Clark Molly yelled.
The zombie dog was getting closer. Its teeth looked awfully
sharp as it snapped its mouth open and shut. Clark
looked at the ball in his hand. He turned to
throw it and tripped. Clark was down. Suddenly, the zombie
dog changed direction. He was going after the ball. Clark
had managed to throw it before he tripped. Mollie started
to help Clark up. He's coming back, yelled Clark. Mollie
turned to see the zombie dog barreling back toward them.
The ball in his mouth, he leaped and laid it
right on top of Clark, knocking Molly out of the way.
Clark looked at the bony pause now pinning him to
the ground. He felt something hit his head, and then
he saw the ball rolling next to him on the ground.
The zombie dog's green eyes stared at Clark and then
switched to the ball, and then back at Clark. Clark
picked up the ball, not taking his eyes off the
zombie dog, he threw it. The zombie dog jumped off
his chest and ran after the ball. Clark managed to
stand up. Zombie dog ran back to him and dropped
the ball at his feet, looking at him expectantly. He
just wants to play fetch, Molly, squealed. Clark threw the
ball again and the zombie dog fetched it. The Fair
headed back to camp, playing fetch with their new, somewhat
odd companion. They played all night until bedtime. The next morning,
when they woke up, zombie dog was gone. Molly and
Clark looked everywhere for him. The only thing they found
was their ball. It was sitting atop a mound of dirt,
just off the path where they had gathered their firewood
the previous day.
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