‘tis the season to be haunting!!!

Why didn’t the

skeleton go to the

Halloween party?

Because he had

no-body to go

with.

(http://

www.funenglishgames.com/

funstuff/jokes/halloween.html )

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Volume 2, Issue 2

MONROE TEENS MONTHLY

And Much More!!

Check out some BONE CHILLING TALES

of Years Past!!!

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JOKE OF THE MONTH:

So let's get SCARED!!!

Once Upon a time… about 20years ago I was a

child. And I, as a child, walked into my school library at

Radix Elementary School, and stumbled upon a book with

a creepy cover. Underneath this cover were some of the

most terrifyingly horrific images an 8 year old could be-

hold.

They were pictures of witches, and ghosts, and zombies,

and headless brides. But next to these pictures were, let’s

face it, some not so scary folk-lore and stories about those

rather terrifying pictures. Yes I was 8 years old, but I was

also a veteran of watching such horror classics as Friday the

13th, Nightmare on Elm St., and Halloween. So while they were

not scary stories to me, they were extremely scary to my

classmates.

So in honor of the fright my friends of past felt every Hallow-

een, when our elementary school teachers use to grab these

books off of the shelves and read to us the mania between its

covers, here are some [not –so] Scary Stories to Tell in the

Dark!

Happy Haunting,

DaVonne <3

“Samhainopho-

bia is the fear of

Halloween.

(“Halloween.”

National Confec-

tioners Associa-

tion. Accessed:

September 30,

2010.) “

”

Horrible Horror Stories!! Quote

of the month!

M O N R O E T E E N S M O N T H L Y

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Fun fact of the month

Literary Device of the month

Nonsense Verse –

a kind of humorous poetry that amuses by

deliberately using strange non-

existen words and illogical ideas. Example: “The

Walrus and the Carpenter” from Through The

Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll

Contradistionction [kon-truh-di-stingk-shuhn] (n.) distinction by opposition or con-trast: plants and ani-mals in contradistinc-tion to humans.

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Room for One More Word of the

month

Tommyrot [tom-ee-rot] (n.) nonsense; utter foolishness.

(The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Liter-ary Terms)

From Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark: Collected Folklore and retold by Alvin Schwartz (p. 47)

A man named Joseph Blackwell came to Philadelphia on a business trip. He stayed with friends in the big house they owned outside the city. That night they had a good time vis-iting. But when Blackwell went to bed he tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep. Sometime during the night he heard a car turn into the driveway. He went to the window to see who was arriving at such a late hour. In the moonlight, he saw a long, black hearse filled with people. The driver of the hearse looked up at him. When Blackwell saw his queer, hideous face, he shuddered. The driver called to him, “There is room for one more.” Then he wait-ed for a minute or two, and he drove off. In the morning Blackwell told his friends what had hap-pened. “You were dreaming,” they said. “It must have been,” he said, “but it didn’t seem like a dream.” After breakfast he went into Philadelphia. He spent the day high above the city in one of the new office buildings there. Late in the afternoon he was waiting for an elevator to take him back down to the street. But when it arrived, it was very crowded. One of the passengers looked out and called to him. “There is room for one more,” he said. It was the driver of the hearse [in his dream]. “No, Thanks,” said Blackwell. “I’ll get the next one.” The doors closed, and the elevator started down. There

was shrieking and screaming, then the sound of a crash.

The elevator had fallen to the bottom of the shaft. Every-

one aboard was killed.

From More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark: Collected Folklore and retold by Alvin Schwartz (p. 29)

Daisy Clark had been in a coma for more than a month when the doctor said that she had finally died. She was buried on a cool summer day in a small cemetery about a mile from her home. “May she always rest in such peace,” her husband said. But she didn’t. Late that night a grave robber with a shovel and a lantern began to dig her up. Since the ground was still soft, he quickly reached the coffin and got it open. His hunch was right. Daisy had been buried wearing two valua-ble rings- - a wedding ring with a diamond in it, and a ring with a ruby that glowed as if it were alive. The thief got down on his knees and reached into the coffin to get the rings. But they were stuck fast on her fingers. So he de-cided that the only way to get them was to cut off her fingers with a knife.

But when he cut into the finger with the wedding ring, it began to bleed, and Daisy Clark began to stir. Suddenly she sat up! Terrified, the thief scrambled to his feet.

He accidentally kicked over the lantern, and the light went out. He could hear Daisy climb out of her grave. As she moved past him in the dark, he stood there frozen with fear, clutching the knife in his hand. When Daisy saw him, she pulled her shroud around her and asked, “Who are you?” When the grave robber heard this “corpse” speak, he ran! Daisy shrugged her shoulders and walked on, and never once looked back. But in his fear and confusion, the thief

fled in the wrong direction. He

pitched headlong into her grave, fell

on the knife, and stabbed himself.

While Daisy walked home, the thief

bled to death.

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Ring on Her Fingers

Halloween has variously been called All Hallows’ Eve, Witches Night, Lamswool, Snap-Apple Night, Samhaim, and Summer’s End.

(Morrow, Ed.

2001. The Halloween

Handbook. Secaucus, NJ:

Citadel Press.) http://

facts.randomhistory.com/

halloween-facts.html

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“Beautiful Moon” by Anonymous

Her eyes shine like galaxies

so close, but far away

I cannot touch sun glints off them

and they, they are stars

but they can't grant my wishes for my only wish is her

and she belongs to the sky I can only watch

watch my beautiful moon

Be Not Afraid by Cecilia Galante Games

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Marin spends a lot of time

avoiding things. She avoids

thinking about her mother's

suicide and what she could have

done to prevent it. She avoids

looking at people directly-

because she can see their pain

as bright, colorful shapes. And

she avoids Cassie Jackson, who

used her in a sinister ritual

months ago, although Marin's

not exactly sure why.

When Cassie stands up at

school, screaming, raking her

nails down her cheeks, and

pointing a finger at Marin,

whispering "YOU," Marin's days

of avoidance come to an abrupt

end. Cassie's older brother be-

lieves that Marin holds the se-

cret to Cassie's illness. So they

team up to solve the mystery of

what Cassie has unleashed. But

as they look deeper into the

darkness and things begin to go

bump in the night, can Marin

trust what she sees?

Cecilia Galante, author of The

Patron Saint of Butterflies, pre-

sents a chilling story with hor-

ror-movie thrills and nail-biting

suspense. Perfect for fans

of American Horror Sto-

ry, Paranormal Activity,

and The Exorcist, and readers

who love to feel goose bumps.

Story Locale: Fair-

field, Connecticut;

Present Day

(goodreads.com) 10/6 Halloween Craft 6:30p-8p

10/10 Free SAT Prep 10:30a-2p

10/13 Writer’s Group 6p-8p

10/24 YuGiOh Tournament Day 12p-2p

10/27 Halloween Costume/Cos play 6p-8p

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