Spooky Sporty and Scripty

Posted on 5th Jun 2015

Hi, it's Millsie again,

good news, Andrea, as you know (but y'all people out there don't!) I have also written a book yet it has 100 a4 pages which is about 200 in normal book size (give or take a few!!) yet what I'm really talking about is SPOOKY STORIES! Great for any time, especially in the dark at sleepovers or in dorms of some sort (PGL is over and it was AWESOME, I'm sure Andrea will confirm this!) anyway let's go (some are by me others I have collected over the years:

By Miss Millsie Theawesomebloggger (that is TOTALLY my surname! Soz- had to say this IM ALWAYS HUNGRY - soz I'm hungry now!!) 

Twinkle, Twinkle FLASH

Once upon a time, two girls were at school for a netball match and the Xmas lights were up outside. They went up the stairs to their cloakroom to get their coats and came down again and everyone had disappeared from the school hall. There was a note written in blood red on the snack table: "twinkle twinkle FLASH. Not a person insight." Girl 1 turned around there was no one not even the other girl. She stepped outside- there was the girl, fairy light wrapped right around her strangled neck and "twinkle twinkle flash." Cut into her lifeless body. Another fell to the ground beside hers.
Twinkle twinkle FLASH not a live person in sight." All the fairy lights had been pulled down and wrapped around people's necks the fateful words etched into their lifeless skin. The pale Man disappeared.

The Axe Murderer
"For Andrea"

It was after a netball match at school. Two girls trekked up the dimly lit stairs to their classroom for their mislaid PE bags. As they heaved themselves upwards they heard a groan below them and heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs below them. They glanced behind them. In the light against the wall they saw the pale shadow of a figure bearing a large axe swinging below them. They screamed. The door creaked open above them. They spun round and fell over themselves down the stairs and ran. They weren't fast enough to save their lives.

D.E.D spells Dead.

A girl went to school one day to find her teacher had disappeared. A substitute teacher stood in her place, gripping a piece of crystal white chalk. "Good morning children. Your OLD teacher had a very slight..... accident so I am you new teacher though I do NOT understand why I shall have to be forced to use this disgusting WHITE chalk I only ever use bright, blood red pieces in my classroom, never mind, I'll fill it up with fresh red ones tomorrow morning." A little later it was time for spelling:

"Now," she paused, "who can spell......" The children held their breaths as one. "Dead." A boy flung up his hand.

"oooooooooooh me me me me me! I can spell DEAD! Everyone can so easy!!!!!!!! D. E. D spells Dead!!!" 

The class stifled some giggles yet the teacher did not find it very funny;

"stupid boy. See me after class." 

The next day the boy was nowhere to be seen, and there was a fresh bath of bright red chalk in the blackboard, it was maths to start with.

"If I take a job as an undertaker and I have to bury three corpses, burn eleven and leave 62, how many do I have all together?" 

A girl raised her hand, "100." 

The next day, there was no girl and no white chalk. This continued and by the end of the week only the little girl was left in her seat in class.

"hello my pretty, want to see where all your little friends went?" She flung open the cupboard door and dipped a Snow White piece of chalk into a chest wound on the latest kill stuffed in the cupboard. 

"It's you next, better RUN."