WOW Mrs. Sheila- That truly was the best Christmas pageant ever. Thank you so much for all of the great gifts and especially for my stocking (It is bigger than I am hehehe)

There are so many people that I have to Thank for helping me along the way.
Thank you to Miss Joan & Joyce for ALL of my beautiful clothes, Best Dressed again!
Miss Toni and Miss Jennifer Penegar for my FANTASTIC Photos and Mr. Micheal for my composite.
Big Hugs to Teresa Mallouky for my Adorable new casual wear (I tried to eat those gingerbread men )
Thank you to Miss Angel for my awesome new moves for pixie sticks and for always believing in me. I love you to the moon and back.
Thank you so much Mrs. Amanda for making sure that I got my new shoes, I love you too.
I had such a great time with all of my new friends this weekend Malena, Victoria, Lexie, Amber , Katie , Chelsea, Taylor, Courni , Alex and Austin you all make pageants fun.
Grinny & Neeraj I am so sad that you couldn't be with us this weekend, we will see you soon and I love you so much.
Mommie and Daddy Thank you for EVERYTHING that you do for me, for all the time that you spend with me doing what I love. Thank you to my brothers Austin and Brayden for being my biggest fans and my best friends I love you so much.
Auntie Kelly, you did it again, that is 2 in a row for me and 6 winners this weekend you really are the best ! Thank you for my Absolutely Fabulous Hair and Makeup time and time again for all you love and support and for always cheering me on.
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Nataleigh Raby
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Milk Bottles -- Anonymous, 12:50:29 09/21/05 Wed



She was just another poor, bedraggled woman, struggling to feed her family. He saw them all the time, their faces careworn, and blank. The Depression had created hundreds of them. He was one of the lucky ones who still had his grocery and money coming in to feed his family.


She came one day to his shop, carrying two empty milk bottles, and wordlessly placed them on the counter in front of him. He took the empties and replaced them with full bottles, saying: "Ten cents, please."

She did not reply. She just took the bottles and left the shop. He might have gone after her to demand his money, or called the police, but he did neither. Her need was in her face, and he always felt a little guilty at being one of the lucky ones with money and a job. She was probably one of the migrant workers, he decided.

She was back the next day with two empty milk bottles. He replaced them will full bottles and watched as she hurried out the door. She looked so worried that he wondered if she had a job at all. If she came back, he would offer her a part-time position cleaning the store.

She came again the next morning, and exchanged her empty bottles for full without saying a word. He tried to talk to her, to ask if she wanted a job, but she practically ran from the store with the milk. Her urgency worried him. He followed, wondering what he could do to help.

To his surprise, she headed away from the migrant camp outside of town. She went instead to the graveyard by the river. As he watched, she hurried up to a stone marker and then disappeared into the ground. He rubbed his eyes, not believing his eyes. Then he heard the muffled cry of a baby. It was coming from the ground underneath the stone marker where the woman had disappeared!

He ran back to the store and phoned the police. Within minutes, the graveyard was swarming with people, and the workers started digging up the grave. When the casket was opened, the store owner saw the woman who had visited his store lying dead within it. In her arms, she held a small baby and two full milk bottles. The baby was still alive.

A dead mother desperately seeks to feed her starving baby, who has been buried alive, in the retelling of this ghost story featured in Spooky California by S.E. Schlosser.

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The Black Cat -- Anonymous, 16:26:27 09/19/05 Mon

The Black Cat
By Edgar Allen Poe


For the most wild yet most homely narrative I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed
would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not--and
very surely do I not dream. Bu to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburden my soul. My immediate
purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere household
events. In their consequences, these events have terrified--have tortured --have destroyed me. Yet I will not
attempt to expound them. To me, they have presented little but horror--to many they will seem less terrible
than baroques. Hereafter, perhaps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the
commonplace--some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will
perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural
causes and effects.


From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. My tenderness of heart was
even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. I was especially fond of animals, and was
indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so
happy as when feeding and caressing them. This peculiarity of character grew with my growth, and, in my
manhood, I derived from it one of my principal sources of pleasure. To those who have cherished an
affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the nature or
intensity of the gratification thus derivable. There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a
brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship
and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.


I married early, and was happy to find in my wife a disposition not uncongenial to my own. Observing my
partiality for domestic pets, she lost no opportunity of procuring those of the most agreeable kind. We had
birds, gold-fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small monkey, and a cat.


This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing
degree. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition,
made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise.
Not that she was ever serious upon this point--and I mention the matter at all for no better reason than that
it happens, just now, to be remembered.


Pluto--this was the cat's name--was my favorite pet and playmate. I alone fed him, and he attended me
wherever I went about the house. It was even with difficulty that I could prevent him from following me
through the secrets.


Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years, during which my general temperament and
character--through the instrumentality of the Fiend Intemperance--had (I blush to confess it) experienced a
radical alteration for the worse. I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the
feelings of others. I suffered myself to use intemperate language to my wife. At length, I even offered her
personal violence. My pets, of course, were made to feel the change in my disposition. I not only neglected,
but ill-used them. For Pluto, however, I still retained sufficient regard to restrain me from maltreating him, as I
made no scruple of maltreating rabbits, the monkey, or even the dog, when, by accident, or through
affliction, they came in my way. But my disease grew upon me--for what disease is like Alcohol!--and at
length even Pluto, who was now becoming old, and consequently somewhat peevish--even Pluto began to
experience the effects of my ill temper.


One night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat
avoided my presence. I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my
hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original
seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled
every fibre of my frame. I took from my waist-coat a penknife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the
throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the
damnable atrocity.


When reason returned with the morning--when I had slept off the fumes of the night's debauch--I
experienced a sentiment half of horror, half of remorse, for the crime of which I had been guilty; but it was, at
best, a feeble and equivocal feeling, and the soul remained untouched. I again plunged into excess, and
soon drowned in wine all memory of the deed.


In the meantime the cat slowly recovered. The socket of the lost eye presented, it is true, a frightful
appearance, but he no longer appeared to suffer any pain. He went about the house as usual, but, as might
be expected, fled in extreme terror at my approach. I had so much of my old heart left, as to be at first grieved
by this evident dislike on the part of a creature which had once so loved me. But this feeling soon gave
place to irritation. And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of PERVERSENESS.
Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that
perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart--one of the indivisible primary faculties, or
sentiments, which give direction to the character of a Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself
committing vile or a stupid action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not
a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? The spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. It was this
unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself--to offer violence to its own nature--to do wrong for the wrong's sake only--that urged me to continue and finally consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute. One morning, in cold blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree;--hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart;--hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence;--hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin--a deadly sin that would jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it--if such a thing were possible--even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

On the night of the day on which this most cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of the fire. The curtains of my bed were in flames. The whole house was blazing. It was with great difficulty that my wife, a servant, and myself, made our escape from the conflagration. The destruction was complete. My entire worldly wealth was swallowed up and I resigned myself thenceforward to despair.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and
the atrocity. But I am detailing a chain of facts--and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect. On the
day succeeding the fire, I visited the ruins. The walls, with one exception, had fallen in. This exception was
found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which
had rested the head of my bed. The plastering had here, in great measure, resisted the action of the fire--a
fact which I attributed to its have been recently spread. About this wall a dense crowd were collected, and
many persons seemed to be examining a particular portion of it with very minute and eager attention. The
words "strange!" "singular!" and other similar expressions, excited my curiosity. I approached and saw, as if
graven in bas-relief upon the white surface, the figure of a gigantic cat. The impression was given with an
accuracy truly marvelous. There was a rope about the animal's neck.


When I first beheld this apparition--for I could scarcely regard it as less--my wonder and my terror were
extreme. But at length reflection came to my aid. The cat, I remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house. Upon the alarm of fire, this garden had been immediately filled by the crowd--by some one of whom the animal must have been cut from the tree and thrown, through an open window, into my chamber.
This had probably been done with the view of arousing me from sleep. The falling of the other walls had compressed the victim of my cruelty into the substance of the freshly-spread plaster; the lime of which, with the flames, and the ammonia from the carcass, had then accomplished the portraiture as I saw it.


Although I thus readily accounted to my reason, if not altogether to my conscience, for the startling fact just detailed, it did not the less fail to make a deep impression upon my fancy. For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat; and, during this period, there came back into my spirit a half-sentiment that seemed, but was not, remorse. I went so far as to regret the loss of the animal, and to look about me, among the vile haunts which I now habitually frequented, for another pet of the same species, and of somewhat similar appearance, with which to supply its place.


One night I sat, half stupefied, in a den of more than infamy, my attention was suddenly drawn to some black object, reposing upon the head of one of the immense hogheads of gin, or of rum, which constituted the chief furniture of the apartment. I had been looking steadily at the top of this hogshead for some minutes, and what now caused me surprise was the fact that I had not sooner perceived the object thereupon. I approached it, and touched it with my hand. It was a black cat--a very large one--fully as large as Pluto, and closely resembling him in every respect but one. Pluto had not a white hair upon any portion of his body; but this cat had a large, although indefinite splotch of white, covering nearly the whole region of the breast.


Upon my touching him, he immediately arose, purred loudly, rubbed against my hand, and appeared delighted with my notice. This, then, was the very creature of which I was in search. I at once offered to purchase it of the landlord; but this person made no claim to it--knew nothing of it--had never seen it before.


I continued my caresses, and when I prepared to go home, the animal evinced a dispositon to accompany me. I permitted it to do so; occasionally stooping and patting it as i proceeded. When it reached the house it
domesticated itself at once, and became immediately a great favorite with my wife.


For my own part, I soon found a dislike to it arising within me. This was just the reverse of what I had anticipated; but--I know not how or why it was--its evident fondness for myself rather disgusted and annoyed me. By slow degrees these feelings of disgust and annoyance rose into the bitterness of hatred. I avoided the creature; a certain sense of shame, and the remembrance of my former deed of cruelty, preventing me from physically abusing it. I did not, for some weeks, strike, or otherwise violently ill use it; but gradually--very gradually--I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and to flee silently from its odious presence, as from the breath of a pestilence.


What added, no doubt, to my hatred of the beast, was the discovery, on the morning after I brought it home, that, like Pluto, it also had been deprived of one of its eyes. This circumstance, however, only endeared it to my wife, who, as I have already said, possessed, in a high degree, that humanity of feeling which had once been my distinguishing trait, and the source of many of my simplest and purest pleasures.


With my aversion to this cat, however, its partiality for myself seemed to increase. It followed my footsteps with a pertinacity which it would be difficult to make the reader comprehend. Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or spring upon my knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses. If I arose to walk it would get between my feet and thus nearly throw me down, or, fastening its long and sharp claws in my dress, clamber, in this manner, to my breast. At such times, although I longed to destroy it with a blow, I was yet withheld from so doing, partly by a memory of my former crime, but chiefly--let me confess it at once--by absolute dread of the beast.


This dread was not exactly a dread of physical evil--and yet I should be at loss how otherwise to define it. I am almost ashamed to own--yes, even in this felon's cell, I am almost ashamed to own--that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me, had been heightened by one of the merest chimeras it would be possible to conceive. My wife had called my attention, more than once, to the character of the mark of white hair, of which I have spoken, and which constituted the sole visible difference between the strange beast and the one I had destroyed. The reader will remember that this mark, although large, had been originally very indefinite; but, by slow degrees--degrees nearly imperceptible, and which for a long time my reason struggled to reject as fanciful--it had, at length, assumed a rigorous distictness of outline. It was now the representation of an object that I shudder to name--and for this, above all, I loathed, and dreaded, and would have rid myself of the monster had I dared--it LOWS!--oh! mournful and terrible engine of Horror and of Crime--of Agony and Death!


And now was I indeed wretched beyond the wretchedness of mere Humanity. And a brute beast--whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed--a brute beast to work out for me--for me, a man fashioned in the image of the High God--so much of insufferable woe! Alas! neither by day nor by night knew I the blessing of rest any more! During the former the creature left me no moment alone, and in the latter I started hourly from dreams of unutterable fear to find the hot breath of the thing upon my face, and its vast weight--an incarnate nightmare that I had no power to shake off--incumbent eternally upon my heart!


Beneath the pressure of torments such as these the feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed. Evil thoughts became my sole intimates--the darkest and most evil of thoughts. The moodiness of my usual temper increased to hatred of all things and of all mankind; while from the sudden, frequent, and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to which I now blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas, was the most usual and the most patient of sufferers.


One day she accompanied me, upon some household errand, into the cellar of the old building which our poverty compelled us to inhabit. The cat followed me down the steep stairs, and, nearly throwing me headlong, exasperated me to madness. Uplifting an axe, and forgetting in my wrath the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal, which, of course, would have proved instantly fatal had it descended as I wished. But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife. Goaded by the interference into a rage more than demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain. She fell dead upon the spot without a groan.


This hideous murder accomplished, I set myself forthwith, and with entire deliberation, to the task of concealing the body. I knew that I could not remove it from the house, either by day or by night, without risk of being observed by the neighbors. Many projects entered my mind. At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments, and destroying them by fire. At another, I resolved to dig a grave for it in the floor of the cellar. Again, I deliberated about casting it in the well in the yard--about packing it in a box, as if merchandise, with the usual arrangements, and so getting a porter to take it from the house. finally I hit upon what I considered a far better expedient than either of those. I determined to wall it up in the cellar, as the monks of the Middle Ages are recorded to have walled up their victims.


For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Its walls were loosely constructed, and had lately been plastered throughout with a rough plaster, which the dampness of the atmosphere had prevented from hardening. Moreover, in one of the walls was a projection, caused by a false chimney, or fireplace, that had been filled up and made to resemble the rest of the cellar. I made no doubt that I could readily displace the bricks at this point, insert the corpse, and wall the whole up as before, so that no eye could detect any thing suspicous.


And in this calculation I was not deceived. By means of a crowbar I easily dislodged the bricks, and, having carefully deposited the body against the inner wall, I propped it in that position, while with little trouble I relaid the whole structure as it originally stood. Having procured mortar, sand, and hair, with every possible precaution, I prepared a plaster which could not be distinguished from the old, and with this I very carefully went over the new brick-work. When I had finished, I felt satisfied that all was right. The wall did not present the slightest appearance of having been disturbed. The rubbish on the floor was picked up with the minutest care. I looked around triumphantly, and said to myself: "Here at least, then, my labor has not been in vain."


My next step was to look for the beast which had been the cause of so much wretchedness; for I had, at length, firmly resolved to put it to death. Had I been able to meet with it at the moment, there could have been no doubt of its fate; but it appeared that the crafty animal had been alarmed at the violence of my previous anger, and forbore to present itself in my present mood. It is impossible to describe or to imagine the deep, blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested creature occasioned my bosom. It did not make its introduction into the house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with the burden of
murder upon my soul.


The second and third day passed, and still my tormentor came not. Once again I breathed a freeman. The monster, in terror, had fled the premises for ever! I should behold it no more! My happiness was supreme The guilt of my dark deed disturbed me but little. Some few inquiries had been made, but these I readily answered. Even a search had been instituted--but of course nothing was to be discovered. I looked upon my future felicity as secured.


Upon the fourth day of the assassination, a party of police came, very unexpectedly, into the house, and proceeded again to make rigorous investigation of the premises. Secure, however, in the inscrutability of my place of concealment, I felt no embarrassement whatever. The officers bade me accompany them in their search. They left no nook or corner unexplored. At length, for the third or fourth time, they descended into the cellar. I quivered not a muscle. My heart beat calmly as that of one who slumbers in innocence. I walked the cellar from end to end. I folded my arms upon my bosom, and roamed easily to and fro. The police were thoroughly satisfied and prepared to depart. The glee at my heart was too strong to be restrained. I burned to say if but one word, by way of triumph, and to render doubly sure their assurance of my guiltlessness.


"Gentlemen," I said at last, as the party ascended the steps, "I delight to have allayed your suspicions. I wish you all health and a little more courtesy. By the bye, gentlemen, this--this is a very well-constructed house. These walls--are you going, gentlemen?--these walls are solidly put together"; and here, through the mere frenzy of bravado, I rapped heavily with a cane which I held in my hand, upon that very portion of the brick-work behind which stood the corpse of the wife of my bosom.


But may God shield and deliver me from the fangs of the Arch-Fiend! No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence, than I fled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly anomalous and inhuman--a howl--a wailing shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such as might have arisen only out of hell, conjointly from the throats of the damned in their agony and of the demons that exult in the damnation.


Of my own thoughts it is folly to speak. Swooning, I staggered to the opposite wall. For one instant the party on the stairs remained motionless, through extremity of terror and awe. In the next a dozen stout arms were toiling at the wall. It fell bodily. The corpse, already greatly decayed and alotted with gore, stood erect before the eyes of the spectators. Upon its head, the red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman. I had walled the monster up within the tomb.

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Hurricane Katrina: Our school needs help! -- Anonymous, 04:13:18 09/18/05 Sun

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In the small working-class community known as the Back Bay area, among the many buildings that took on water from the wind-driven storm surge was a little school called Sacred Heart Elementary. Eight feet of water and wind caused the school to take on major damage. But the school held on. A large portion of the D'Iberville area was left devastated. Despite the building standing through the hurricane, the school lost everything. Books are strewn all throughout the muck, as are their supplies and teaching materials.
It is admirable and wonderful that schools are accepting the children who were unable to attend school because of the devastation of the hurricane. Understandably, though, there are still many awaiting the openings of their schools because they don't want to start over somewhere new. Or, don't have that opportunity. One of the most important things that we can do is move on with our lives. Help others as we can, rebuild, start new dreams and new hopes for the future. Our school wants to open on October 3rd.
Can you help in one of many ways while the families concentrate on their homes and replacing what they lost? We can concentrate on what they cannot: getting those schools open.
Monetary contributions made out to and sent directly to the school is one way, and of course, the quickest.
Another is to add the school as your recipient from your Target Red Card purchases, where the school will get 1% of what you spend at Target and 1/2% of what you spend elsewhere on your Target Visa card. (The other card is the store's card, the Target Guest Card). Please see Target.com.
You can also participate in helping by saving (and then sending to them) the boxtops and labels for education from many of the products that you buy and use everyday.
Thank you for your time and any consideration in helping this school.
Sacred Heart Elementary School, 10482 LeMoyne Blvd, D'Iberville, MS 39540
http://www.sacredheartelementary.org/
http://www.biloxidiocese.org/special/katrina/index.cfm?pageid=1&galleryid=5&page=1 (school - page 4)

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Crowned Casualty! (Part 3) - Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:22:42 07/18/05 Mon

"How's this possible?", Alicia asked. "I don't know!", Julie cried in slight panic. "Ok clam down.", said Alicia. "Maybe it's just from being overworked. You know with all the studying and your mind focused on the pageant comeptition. This just may be your body's way of demanding rest!". Looking persuaded, Julia replied "Maybe you're right. My muscles have been a bit stiff lately. "See!", cried Alicia happily. "I guess I'll go home and get a little rest." As they both left the food court tabel and headed towards the exit, the two of them happened to see Jennifer. "Hey isn't that the woman you bumped into at the audition?", asked Alicia. "Yeah it is.", Julia replied. As they got cloer to her while walking the mall lobby, they noticed the pale and lifeless look on her face. She stood there looking like someone turned off the "on" switch in her spirit. Julia and Alicia passed by looking puzzled. "What's wrong with her?", asked Alicia "I have no idea!", cried Julia as she continued looking wide-eyed. "Guess she's tired too.", said Alicia. When Julia got home, the stiffness in her body started again. "Oh no!", she said as she walked to the bed to lie down. Her muscles felt very stiff for a while and the pain would come and go throughout the day. On Sunday, she decided to stay home and could only drink water. Food for her continued tasting hideous as the stiffness in her muscles contiuned to start up and stop again. The following Monday at school, Julia wore sunglasses in class. "What's up girl?", asked Alicia in a friendly manner. "What's with the shades?" "It's just too bright in here.", said Julia. "You never had a problem with it before.", Alicia replied. "Is something wrong with your eyes?" "No.", snapped Julia a bit. "Let's see your eyes." replied Alicia as she tried to remove her glasses. "Will you stop?", replied Julia in an annoyed tone as a few of the classmates nearby looked on. "Let me see!", cried Alicia. "No!", Julia cried. The glasses accidentally fell to the floor exposing Julia's caterac eyes. "Oh my God!" Replied Alicia as she look at her in shock. She quickly gave the glasses back to her. Juila kept her eyes closed so no one else could see her eyes.
Reaching for her glasses to put them back on, Alicia asked "What happened to you? Did you come down with something?" "I don't know!" Julia worrily replied. "But whatever it is, it's gotten worse. it started when I got home after the auditions!" "We need to get you to a doctor!", Alicia cried. "No!", cried Julia. "Why not?" asked Alicia. Who knows what this could be! It might be a plague! We are GOING!", scolded Alicia as she took her by the hand and rushed out of class. "Miss Allens.", called professor Stuart. "Sorry sir it's an emergency!", Alicia cried as she and Julia both quickly left the class and proceeded to the hospital. Whila at the hospital, a doctor met with Julia and Alicia who told him all what happened. "It appears that your body is slowly decaying as though you are dead.", the doctor replied. "How can this be?", asked Alicia. "The cause is unknown, her body is in healthy condition.", he said. "I have to go to the restroom.", said Julia. "Down the hall to the left.", the doctor replied. As she walked out to go, she became lured by the morgue sign and it's arrow. She then proceeded to follow it direction being led into a room. In the room, Julia crept up and opened one of the doors. Curiousity and excitement raced in ehr veins as she pulled the tray
and opened the body bag. The body was pale, lifeless and icy cold. Gently causing her fingers to travel down the arm of the body, she held the hand up to her lips and softly took a bite. The look of satisfaction on her face revealed her physical state. "You mean Julia is a zombie?", cried Alicia. "Not a zombie, but her body has the symptoms some someone already dead.", the doctor replied. "Dr Bradley please report to thr ER." stated a voice on the intercom. "I'll be right back.", he stated as Alicia kept a bewildered look on her face. "Where's Julia?", she asked herself. Meanwhile in the morgue, Julia heard voices in the hall which caused her to quickly close the body freezer and run to the exit. She manage to slip out and head back to the floor. Alicia continued looking for Julia. "Julia!", she called while in the bathroom checking every stall. Each stall was empty causing her to become more worried. "Where is she?", Alicia asked. Leaving the bathroom, she bumped into Julia by mistake. "Where have you been?", asked Alicia. "Just around", Julia politely stated. "Do you know what Dr Bradley said? He said your body is reacting the same way as a dead person!"

(part 4 coming soon!)

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Crowned Casualty! (Pt 1)-Sierra -- Anonymous, 14:55:31 06/20/05 Mon

After class, Juila decided to walk home. "See ya!", cried one of her classmates. "See ya!", replied Julia smilingly. Heading twoards the campus exit and walking towards the city street, she saw a pink flyer on the window of a local store shop. The sign read "Looking for pageant contestants! Win $2500 cash, and great modeling exposure! Ages 18-30 year olds only apply. Stop inside for details." Excited and curious, she stopped insode for further information. "Can I help you?", asked the clerk. "Yeah I would like more information about the pageant.", said Julia. "Oh sure. I's the Miss CC Beauty Pageant.", the clerk replied. "What does CC stand for?", asked Julia. "I don't know, but it's a fairly new pageant. But here's the number and you can call for futher information." She took the card and headed home. While walking, she became excited about the competiton and couldn't wait to get home to hear the rest of the details. Reaching her apt, she hurried inside to call the number. It was a voicemail message revealing the additional information. "Auditions will be held this Friday at Club Open at 8pm." the message said. "I know exactly what I am going to wear!", cried Julia excitedly. Getting her black cocktail dress out of her closet, she held it to herself as she looked in the mirror. "Perfect". She said while looking very satisfied. The next day while in class, she thought about the pageant audition. "So you're actually going for it?", asked her friend Alicia. "Yeah and I can't wait.", cried Julia. "Hopefully there won't be many silicone plastics there.", Alicia replied as they both laughed a little. "Miss Mckenzie." called professor Stuart. "Yes?", answered Julia. "Can you tell me the main purpose of Powerpoint usage?", he asked. It's purpose is mainly for office presentations.", she answered as she happened to have a huge smile on her face from glancing at the magazine photo Alicia held of a woman with 50 in DD sized breast cups. "Good.", replied the Professor after being satisfied with her answer. Days later, at Firday's audition, Julia and Alicia both went to Club Opex. "How do I look?", Julia asked. "You look gorgeous!", cried Alicia "You are going to get this!". As they both walked in, they saw other women between the ages of 18-30 awaiting the audition. "Get over there.", said Alicia excitedly as Julia nodded her head and walked to the audition table. As she got closer, another women auditioning blocked her way to ask for an application. This causes Julia to become a little annoyed. After finally reaching the table, she introduced herself. "Hi I'm here for the pageant audition.", said Julia in a friendly tone while speaking to one of the organizers. "Ok fill out this application and take a seat.", said one of the staff members in a friendly manner. She took an application and headed to a table. As she walked to find a place to sit, she was met with catty looks from some of the other auditionees. This didn't bother her at all as she found a place to sit. "Hi.", replied one of the women at the table. "Hi!", Julia replied. "This seems exciting so far.", replied the woman. "I'm Jasmine", she replied. "Julie", Julie replied politely. After sitting down, she saw the woman who blocked her at the application table now rolling her eyes at her. The woman stood about 5'8, 130 pounds, curly dark brown hair and gray eyes. She also wore a black cocktail dress. But Julia also Alicia on the other side of the club who smiled and waved causing Julia to smile and wave back.

Part 2 coming soon!

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[> Re: Crowned Casualty! (Pt 1)-Sierra -- Anonymous, 17:00:57 06/20/05 Mon

Yea! More stories!!

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Salvation FREE and Eternal -- Anonymous, 04:53:47 06/16/05 Thu

Salvation FREE and Eternal
By – Cecil Spivey

But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name: John 1:12

That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. John 3:15-18

Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth my word, and believeth on him that sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life. John 5:24

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.] My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. John 10:27-29

Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me. John 14:6

Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved. Acts 4:12

Be it known unto you therefore, men and brethren, that through this man is preached unto you the forgiveness of sins: And by him all that believe are justified from all things, from which ye could not be justified by the law of Moses. Acts 13:38-39

And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house. Acts 16:31

But to him that worketh not, but believeth on him that justifieth the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness. Romans 4:5

Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ: By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Romans 5:1

Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth. Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:33-39

That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. Romans 10:9-10

And if by grace, then is it no more of works: otherwise grace is no more grace. But if it be of works, then is it no more grace: otherwise work is no more work. Romans 11:6

Moreover, brethren, I declare unto you the gospel which I preached unto you, which also ye have received, and wherein ye stand; By which also ye are saved, if ye keep in memory what I preached unto you, unless ye have believed in vain. For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures: And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve: 1 Cor. 15:1-5

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast. Eph. 2:8-9

Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost; Titus 3:5

These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God. 1 John 5:13

ONLY ONE CROSS FOR ALL DISPENSATIONS

Now it is quite true that God has different ages and dispensations and different programs with people but none of the dispensational or racial differences in any way affect the "gospel of Christ" that was foreordained for the salvation of any member of Adam's family that would "call upon the name of the Lord". Joel 2:32; Acts 2:21; Rom. 10:13; Acts 10:43; 15:10-11; 13:38-39. (Please honestly read these.) Though all penitent believers in Christ have His death baptism and His burial and resurrection put to their credit.

P. S.

If all the above Scriptures does not teach that the True Believer has Eternal life now and can not lose it. God’s word has no meaning. If you could loose Salvation, you could not be saved again no more than you can be born into the human family two times. You are born into the human family only once and you are born into God’s family only once.

Read: Paul’s Gospel

Faith Alone in Christ Alone = Salvation

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enter -- Anonymous, 14:38:51 04/28/05 Thu

i love your web boyyy u got it going on my name is chaunice white

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[> Re: enter--Sierra -- Anonymous, 13:51:38 05/02/05 Mon

Thanks so much!

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[> [> Re: enter--Sierra -- Anonymous, 14:52:37 05/03/05 Tue

>Thanks so much!

So WHERE are the next stories???????

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[> [> [> Re: enter--Sierra -- Anonymous, 17:51:54 05/17/05 Tue

>>Thanks so much!
>
>So WHERE are the next stories???????

I promise I will post more soon! I keep procrastinating! lol!

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We want MORE stories!!!! -- Anonymous, 14:23:39 04/22/05 Fri


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Now THIS is a Scarecrow! -- Anonymous, 15:20:08 11/18/04 Thu

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Monkey's Paw Modernized!(Pt. 1) - Sierra -- Anonymous, 14:26:48 10/08/04 Fri

In an empty house, disgusting by empty cupboards and barren shelves, the two daughter of Mrs Ingram sat in misery. "I am sick of this!", snapped Emma, the oldest daughter. "There is nothing left to eat! Nothing!" "You just realzied that?", replied Rebecca the youngest sister. "shut up!", snapped Emma. It's been four days and our supply has shortened by the day!" "Good Afternoon girls!", replied Mrs Ingram. "What's so good about it?", Emma sarcastically answered. "There's nothing left." replied Rebecca. "Well I had to sell the fur! We'll have enough money for food to last us for a whole week!", Mrs Ingram cried. "What?!", cried Emma in a puzzled fashion. You mean you sold the fox fur father gave to you on your 20th anniversary? He's rolling over in his grave!" "Well there's nothing else that anyone would have bought." replied Mrs Ingram "And I got much less that its true value too! But we needed the money!" Pacing the floor in their small home, Emma cried "This is pathetic!
There is NO food! NO jobs! We are STUCK here in this creepy old house in the mountains! Can't it get any better then this?" "It'll get beter Emma.", said Rebecca calmly. "When?", asked Emma impatiently. "Rebecca honey calm down.", replied Mrs Ingram kindly. "I know things are not looking good right now, but it will get better." Emma responded by storming out of the front door. Heading after her, Mrs Ingram asked "Where are you going Em?" "I need a walk!", replied Emma sternfully.

Walking in the wooded area which surrounded her home, she continued to feel disgusted about her family's situation. Hearing nothing but the sounds of crunching leaves from her shoes in the fall air didnot calm her distress. "I am so sick of this!", Emma angrily cried. "I am sick of this miserable pauper life! Barley enough to have anything!" Suddenly her walk became interrupted. She came across a strange looking figurine in the form of a hand. The hand was a foot long, covered in jet black hair, and spiked fingernails an inch long. "What in the world?", asked Emma to herself. "What is this?" Looks like some kind of freakish antique. Maybe I should sell it and possibly get food for two more days. I could sue a good meal right now! I wish I would eat like a queen!" As she continued viewing the hand, she began to smell the marvelous scent of BBQ. "Oh my God!! It smells so good!", she exclaimed. Following the seductive odor, she came upon the home of a family having a cookout. As she walked near, a man waved his hand asking her to join. Gladly accepting the invitation, she came upon a banquet feast. There was BBQ ribs,, chicken, mashed potatoes, salad, corn on the cob, apple cobbler, chocolate cake, and soda to wash it all down. Emma was stuffed and satisfied as she ate with the family. "Who are you people anyway?", she politely asked. "I never seen any of you here before. "We just moved here this morning and decided to celebrate the stay.", the man politely replied. As Emma witnessed some of the other family members dancing to the guitar player's tune, she picked up the hand she found earlier. Seeing one of the fingers of the hand slowly creeping down in a curled position put her in a spooked state.

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[> Re: Monkey's Paw Modernized!(Pt. 1) - Sierra -- Anonymous, 10:23:43 04/10/05 Sun

>In an empty house, disgusting by
>empty cupboards and barren shelves, the two daughter
>of Mrs Ingram sat in misery. "I am sick of this!",
>snapped Emma, the oldest daughter. "There is nothing
>left to eat! Nothing!" "You just realzied that?",
>replied Rebecca the youngest sister. "shut up!",
>snapped Emma. It's been four days and our supply has
>shortened by the day!" "Good Afternoon girls!",
>replied Mrs Ingram. "What's so good about it?", Emma
>sarcastically answered. "There's nothing left."
>replied Rebecca. "Well I had to sell the fur! We'll
>have enough money for food to last us for a whole
>week!", Mrs Ingram cried. "What?!", cried Emma in a
>puzzled fashion. You mean you sold the fox fur father
>gave to you on your 20th anniversary? He's rolling
>over in his grave!" "Well there's nothing else that
>anyone would have bought." replied Mrs Ingram "And I
>got much less that its true value too! But we needed
>the money!" Pacing the floor in their small home, Emma
>cried "This is pathetic!
>There is NO food! NO jobs! We are STUCK here in this
>creepy old house in the mountains! Can't it get any
>better then this?" "It'll get beter Emma.", said
>Rebecca calmly. "When?", asked Emma impatiently.
>"Rebecca honey calm down.", replied Mrs Ingram kindly.
>"I know things are not looking good right now, but it
>will get better." Emma responded by storming out of
>the front door. Heading after her, Mrs Ingram asked
>"Where are you going Em?" "I need a walk!", replied
>Emma sternfully.
>
> Walking in the wooded area which surrounded her
>home, she continued to feel disgusted about her
>family's situation. Hearing nothing but the sounds of
>crunching leaves from her shoes in the fall air didnot
>calm her distress. "I am so sick of this!", Emma
>angrily cried. "I am sick of this miserable pauper
>life! Barley enough to have anything!" Suddenly her
>walk became interrupted. She came across a strange
>looking figurine in the form of a hand. The hand was a
>foot long, covered in jet black hair, and spiked
>fingernails an inch long. "What in the world?", asked
>Emma to herself. "What is this?" Looks like some kind
>of freakish antique. Maybe I should sell it and
>possibly get food for two more days. I could sue a
>good meal right now! I wish I would eat like a queen!"
>As she continued viewing the hand, she began to smell
>the marvelous scent of BBQ. "Oh my God!! It smells so
>good!", she exclaimed. Following the seductive odor,
>she came upon the home of a family having a cookout.
>As she walked near, a man waved his hand asking her to
>join. Gladly accepting the invitation, she came upon a
>banquet feast. There was BBQ ribs,, chicken, mashed
>potatoes, salad, corn on the cob, apple cobbler,
>chocolate cake, and soda to wash it all down. Emma was
>stuffed and satisfied as she ate with the family. "Who
>are you people anyway?", she politely asked. "I never
>seen any of you here before. "We just moved here this
>morning and decided to celebrate the stay.", the man
>politely replied. As Emma witnessed some of the other
>family members dancing to the guitar player's tune,
>she picked up the hand she found earlier. Seeing one
>of the fingers of the hand slowly creeping down in a
>curled position put her in a spooked state.

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So will there be any new stories? -- Anonymous, 16:06:39 01/11/05 Tue


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[> Re: So will there be any new stories? -- Anonymous, 13:38:38 01/21/05 Fri

Yeah where are the new stories?

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[> [> Re: So will there be any new stories? - Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:35:33 03/17/05 Thu

I'll post new ones soon!

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Where's the next story Sierra??????? -- Anonymous, 16:47:54 02/24/05 Thu


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A Worm in the Fruit Vert -- Anonymous, 21:43:04 12/11/04 Sat

It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea. . .

"Tekeela! Tekeela!" Sue Ann, Tekeela's stepmother, cried from the colonial front porch, "Girl, what has gotten into you? Where did you run off to?"

Tekeela was hiding in the bushes beyond the lawn vert, comme on dit, her head in the clouds. She saw herself standing on a stage, glitter and white flowers everywhere, a crowd of people applauding her and a tiara being slowly placed on her head as the Man With The Microphone exclaimed, "And this is your 12 Year Old Miss Galaxical Beauty Vert Le Dècouvert Pagent Contest Winner!" The Crowd went wild, throwing roses and fifty dollar bills and themselves towards her. Tekeela saw herself curtsy gracefully, and stepped offstage into the world of flashing cameras and Princess Di-like glamour. Then, she could get enough money to become and actress, and she could get enough money to get servents for the house again, like grandpapy said there used to be, and she could hire the best doctors to cure grandpapy of his life-threatening pederosis, and she could--

"Tekeela, what have you been doing?" Her stepmother finally caught up to her. "I've been calling for twenty minutes. You need to clean them dishes so we have something to eat on tonight. God knows we ain't gonna eat them chicken pot pies on napkins now, right?"

Tekeela sighed and bowed her head in resignition. Another day of doing dishes. It was quite unbecoming for her, the starlet, to wash dishes. She went back to the old, corroding, white-washed mansion.

She was in the middle of drying the pans when grandpapy came in, waving an envelope. "Tekeela, look here, you got something in the mail." Tekeela ran up to him, giggling, "Well, give it here grandpapy, give it here!" Grandpapy kept the envelope aloft, and she had to reach up real high and push herself against him hard. Laughing, grandpapy gave her the letter, saying, "My, my, Tekeela, you've grown up. You're going to be stronger than me any day now. And you've grown into quite the beautiful lady." Then he gave her a Biblical Hug and said, "Well, go on, open it." She paused for a moment. Then, coulant un regard at grandpapy, she opened it, and started squealing.

"I got in! I got in!" She started dancing up and down. "I'm going to be in The Saturnalia Beauty Contest!"

* * * *

Tekeela had a hard time sleeping that night. Before she went to bed, she prayed to Jesus Christ to help her win the beauty contest, and she knew that He would help her win, because she knew Jesus loved her, and being the most beautiful girl in Innsesst county was her dream. But in her dreams that night, she saw something black and squirming, and it felt like half-melted Velveeta. It ran around her, and down her leg, it tickled her ear curled in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't something she could catch, but always remained at the tips of her fingers. Finally, she saw it in a moonlit corner of the dream-room she was in, and she pounced on it, when suddenly--

She woke up sweating a panting. It had scared her, the dream. She didn't know what to do about it. She prayed to Jesus to ask Him what she should do. Just thinking about Him calmed her down, and she could sleep. She had to get her beauty sleep. After all, tomorrow was the Saturnalia Beauty Contest. But she still shivered some, and wondered what it meant. When she caught the black, squirming thing in her sleep. . . she couldn't understand it. Why would she have a dream like that? What did it mean? Was God trying to tell her something? The wormy, squirming, the prune-juice smell . . . but when she caught it . . .

It had her face on it.

*********Part I
Let me know if you want to hear what happens to Tekeela, and the Worm she found.

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[> Re: A Worm in the Fruit Vert -- Anonymous, 17:33:32 12/15/04 Wed

Yes! Post the continuance please!

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>Yes! Post the continuance please!

So where is the rest?

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Monster Party! -- Anonymous, 17:59:08 12/15/04 Wed






A big bad brutha' named Frankenstein.
In a torn up ole' monty lookin' mighty fine,
I mean the brutha' was smokin' litteraly!

Sewn up with a needle and thread!
Put together with parts from the dead!
Somethin' put his nut's on the side of his head.
What in the world were they thinkin'?

Drackula is afraid of the light.
He only comes outta' his coffin at night.
Slips out to have him a bite...outta' sombody's neck that is.

He's a vampire, vampire bat!
Suckin' on blood..it's low in fat!
'Cept I don't know if he should really doin' that.
I mean I hope he practices safe suck's!!!

Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody groove, everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove every body clap.

Wolfeman howlin' at the moon!
Hairy guy's just make me swoon!
Spray's his hair with Vidal Sassoon....WHAT!
You mean that's a weave?!?

Can't see the Invisible Man!
Can't see his invisible tan!
Can't see his invisible hand!
OWW! Who goosed me!?!

Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody groove, everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove every body clap.

Baby there's a monster livin' inside of you, and me!
Baby there's a monster livin' inside just dieing to be free!

OWWWWW!

Boris Karloff,
Vincent Price,
Bellah Lugosi and
the Poltergeist.

Peter Cushing,
Christopher Lee,
and The Addams Family.

Pyramid power of the Mummy!
Aliens bursting from your tummy!
Their all monster's that I love!
Freddy Kruger give's good glove!

Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde!
Christine is the badest ride!
Roger Corman,
Barbra Steele!
Killer Tomatoes have appeal!

Hanibal Lector sick and mean!
Eat your heart with Fatha Beans!
Chuckie's just a living doll!
The Fifty Foot Woman is awfully tall!

So's the Amazing Collasle Man.
Gammara, Mothra
and Rodan.
Godzilla tears up Tokyo,
while the Phantom of the Opera steals the show!

The Blob,
the Fly, and
the Thing!

Edgar Allen Poe
and Steven King!
Jason in a Hockey mask!
Zombies, freaks and maniacs!

They're the monster's I adore!
Full of blood and guts and gore!
They make me wanna' scream and holler!
More and more and more and MORE!!!!!!

Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody groove, everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove everybody clap. (everybody clap)

Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody groove, everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove every body clap.

Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody groove, everybody clap.
(everybody groove everybody clap!)
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove every body clap.

FADE TO END




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Monkey's Paw Moderzied! (pt 4) Finale!- Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:48:16 11/10/04 Wed

I didn't do anything but wish your father back!", replied Mrs Ingram. "Butyou brought him back from the DEAD!". scolded Rebecca. "Rebecca that's nonsense!", cried Mrs Ingram jokingly as she curled her eyes. Emma remained in spellbound by the millions of dollars sat before her. Suddley there was knock on the door. "Who could that be?", asked Mrs Ingram. "Don't answer it!", cried Rebecca fearfully. "Who is it?", asked Mrs Ingram politely. "It's me! It's Charles!", cired the man at the door. "Charles?", creid Mrs Ingram excitedly as she tried to make her way to the door. "NO!", replied Rebecca sharply while trying to stop her mother as the knocks continued. "Open up! It's me!", replied Charles in a friendly manner. "Get out of the way Rebecca!", cried Mrs Ingram as she continued to block her. "Don't open the door mother!", she sharply instructed. As Charles continued kncoking. the knocks became more demanding. Its urgent, yet friendly knocking requests swiftly changed into sharp demands. "OPEN THE DOOR!", Charles shouted. "OPEN THE DOOR!" "I'm coming honey! I'm coming", exclaimed Mrs Ingram with an excited look on her face. Rebecca was trying her best to block her as Emma remined entranced by the monetary heap. "Rebecca PLEASE!", scolded Mrs Ingram while finally being able to shove her to the side. Reaching the door in glee to be reunited with her husband, Rebecca responded in a pleaful shout "DON'T OPEN THE DOOR MOTHER!" Disregarding her daughter's pleaful requests, Mrs Ingram opened the door. "Charles!", she replied cheerfully only to be met with a face smash by the hands of Charles as Rebecca screamed tormentively. "MOTHER!!!", she screamed as Emma continued being entranced by the $2 mil. She continued obsessively counting as the late Charles continued his manic rampage.
His body and suit he was buried in was rotted and smear with grave dirt. Eating Mrs Ingram's brains, blood rapidly streamed on the floor of the house. "EMMA WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!", shouted Rebecca. But she was continually mesmerized by the amount of cash and didnot make a move although Rebecca pulled her by the arm a few times. Seconds later, Charles leaped towards Emma and feasted on a second helping of brains. Rebecca became increasingly panicked by the night terror while trying to run for safety. In her view sat some lighter fluid and matches. Grabbing them both and striking the match, she splashed the fluid on him and threw the lighted match. Watching him set ablaze as he screamed, she shouted "BURN! BURN FORVER!!!!" She qucikly ran to the door to escape but was attacked from behind. Zombie Charles wrapped his arms around her neck causing her to lean back quickly causing him to have a third helping as she screamed her last. He continued to burn along with the whole house. The next day, two hikers dicovered the ashed remains. "Call 911!" cried one hiker to the other. As the second hiker called, the first one looked down to see a hairy antique hand unaffected by the blaze. The hand's fingers were all uncurled as the hiker became marveled at its look. "The police and firemen are on the way!", cried the second hiker as the first one placed the hand in his back pack!

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Monkey's Paw Modernized! (Pt 3)-Sierra -- Anonymous, 13:41:48 10/27/04 Wed

Continuing to watch the two squad cars pull up, Emma rehearsed in her mind, the words she was going to say. The police finally made it to the house as both Emnma and Rebecca waited. "Officer!", "Officer!" cried Emma as she ran up to one of the policeman. "We found this man lying dead here!", she added. All four policemen left their cars to witness the body. Seconds later, an ambulance and a coronoer's truck made its way up the hill. "How long has he been here?", asked one of the officers. "We found him lying here 30 minutes ago.", Emma said."My sister, mother and I were watching TV and we heard a lound thump. We came outside and that's when we found him." "where's your mother?", asked another officer. "She's lying on the couch." Emma replied. "She couldn't stand the sight, so she fainted. As the ambulance and coroner's truck pulled up, two from the ambulance checked Mrs Ingram when one of the officer's instructed them of her whereabouts. Two from the coroner's truck inspected the man's body. "He's dead alright", replied a woman from the coroner's. The man with her from the ambulance also inspected the body. "He looks like he's been shot.", he replied. "One to the heart and three to the rib cage." Reviving from her faint, Mrs Ingram became puzzled when seeing the paramedics. "Who are you?" Mrs Ingram timidly cried. "Were here to reomove the dead body from your drive way." replied one of the paramedics. "Oh my God! Are my girls alright?", asked Mrs Ingram nervously as she watched the police and ambulance lights flashing in her window. "They're fine ma'am." replied the paramedic politely. "The offiers are just asking them some questions." Moving swiftly outside, she quickly called the girls. "Em!", "Rebecca!" "Are you alright?" The two quickly looked over at her as Emma finished answering the officer's questions. When Mrs Ingram walked over, she saw the man's body being placed in a body bagand hauled in the coroner's truck. "Did he have anything with him? Did he try to speak?", asked one of the officer's. "No." Emma replied "We only heard a noise and by the time we came out, he was already gone." "Well if you see or hear anything else, you call us right away." replied the officer. "We sure will.", cried Rebecca in a small friendly tone. Watching the police, paramedics, and coroner's get in their vehicles to drive off, the three continued watching until their vehicle lights were gone. Afterwards, Mrs Ingram, Emma, and Rebecca ran into the house as fast as they could. "Where's the money?!" cried Rebecca in a panic. "I hid it under the floor board!", Emma cried as she took the briefcase out. "All that money!", exclaimed Mrs Ingram. The three began to shreik with excitement. "No more starvation!", Emma happily cried. "I'm going to shop till I DROP!", exclaimed Rebecca. "Are we going to wake up soon?", asked Mrs Ingram. "I hope not!", cried Emma. "Let me stay asleep for life!" They all grabbed the money holding it in their hands. Seeing the numerous stacks of hundred dollar bills put more gleem in their eyes. While holding it, Rebecca glanced at the toy hand Emma found earlier and noticed the second finger curled up. "Oh my GOD!!!!", shreiked Rebecca fearfully. Emma quckly looked in her direction. "What's wrong darling?", asked Mrs Ingram. "The hand!", cried Rebecca "Only one of its fingers was curled up! But now it's a second one!" "So.", replied Emma. "So?" cried Rebecca "Haven't you ever heard of the tale of the Monkey's Paw?" It's an object that gets people their desires, but bad thinghs start to happen! The first wish is free, but the next two are deadly!" "Nonsense!", cried her mother laughingly. "Oh shut up Rebecca." said Emma "It's just a foolish tale!" "Ok then think about it!", cried Rebecca. "Did you get all that food before, or AFTER you found the hand?" "Before.", stated Emma. "You see! It's the curse!", cried Rebecca. "Get rid of this money!" "Are you insane?", cried Emma. "We are NOT going to get rid of this money because of some STUPID urban legend!" Mrs Ingram agreed with Emma. "She's right honey. We can't throw this away on myths." "Ok when the roof cave in, don't say I didn't warn you!", replied Rebecca in a sassy tone. "Let me see that hand again?", asked Mrs Ingram. Giving her the hand, she felt it's hairy texture and became bewildered by its loook. "If only your father were here to share this wealth with us! I wish it were possible!", cried Mrs Ingram as Emma remained lost in money counting. "Mom WHAT have you DONE?!", asked Emma in a terrified manner.

Part 4 Coming Soon!

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Spooky Tales -- Anonymous, 14:58:43 10/21/04 Thu



hile walking in a park with my friends, we noticed a man following us. We thought he was just out for a walk like us. He started to walk faster to try to catch up with us. Of course, we tried to outrun him. He just kept running behind us faster and faster. We tried to find someone to help us but there was no one else around. We took a short cut to my house because it was the closest. But, it was too late. Somehow, he had beaten us and was right in front of my door!

He was wearing a black hat and a very long coat. There was a kerchief across his mouth, something like the Shadow looked in the movie. But this person was much taller. He started to remove the cloth that masked his face and under it we expected to see a scarred face. But it was nothing like we expected. The face had moles all over it but he handed something familiar to me.

It was my hat. He said, "Young Lady, you left this behind at the park and I tried to give it to you but you started running and I had a hard time catching you".

http://www.moonchildren.com/holidays/halloween/stories.htm

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Halloween fun -- Anonymous, 14:55:11 10/21/04 Thu

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Please Help! -- Anonymous, 18:00:20 10/15/04 Fri

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Monkey's Paw Modernized! (Pt 2) - Sierra -- Anonymous, 15:23:37 10/14/04 Thu

"What tha?" Emma quickly asked herself as she looked very puzzled. "Maybe it's an antique toy." "Come on!", cried the man who invited her to the cookout. "Dance with us!" She happliy joined in and danced along with the rest of the family to the guitar player's music. Thirty minutes later, she decided to go back home. "My mom may be worried.", she said to herself. As she said goodbye, she was asked to take home some extra food. "Would you like to take some food home with you?", the man's wife asked. "I'd love too!", cried Emma. "It's the best BBQ in all of New England!" She was given two shopping bags full of BBQ chicken, ribs, corn on the cob, apple cobler, and a whole chocolate cake. Emma was in complete joy to have enough food to last for additional two weeks. Reaching the house, she bounced inside as her mother and sister looked surprised. "Where did you get all that?", Rebecca asked surprisingly as Mrs Ingram remained wide-eyed. "From an angel!", exclaimed Emma. "A Family of Angels!" "What do you mean?", her mother asked. Emma told them all about the fmily she met. As she continued speaking as Rebecca emptied the bags, the strange hand fell out from it. "What this?!", gasped Rebecca as it startled Mrs Ingram. "I founf it in the woods. I was thinking out selling it.", replied Emma. "it's so strange looking." said Rebecca as she frowned a bit. "Who do you supposed left it there?", asked Mrs Ingram. "I don't know." answered Emma. "Could have been anybody. All I know is we have so much food to last for at least 2 weeks!" "Let me see that thing!", her mother cried. "Kinda creepy. Who would want such an awful thing?", asked Mrs Ingram as she inpected the object. "Someone looking to make money.", Rebecca happily added as she filled her plate with food. "We could use a lot of that.", Her mother replied. "Maybe a million or two." "We could do so much with that!", said Rebecca smilingly. "Try this chicken mom it's so good!", cried Emma. "Best chicken in New England!", Rebecca joyfully replied. Tasting the food, Mrs Ingram happily agreed. "It tastes so good!", she cried. Later on during the evening, the three sat in the living room together as they all watched TV. Along with the program sounds came the sound of heavy, yet soft winds. "It's havy tonight.", said Rebecca as the three of them heard the whistles of the fall air. Seconds later, they heard a big thud noise sound that hit the car. "What was that!?", Rebecca quickly asked while looking heavily startled. Mrs Ingram grabbed the rifle as Emma grabbed a bat. "Stay here." Emma said as Rebecca remained fearful. Mrs Ingram led the hunt as Emma followed behind holding the bat in the air. "Alirght whoever you are, you have 2 seconds to disappear before I start shooting!" demanded Mrs Ingram as Emma looked around. Aiming the rifle in front of her, she proceeded the count. "ONE!" "TWO!" Emma screamed as she witnessed a dead man holding a black briefcase. "Oh my God!!", cried Mrs Ingram. "Emma grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket and called 9/11. What are you doing with that?", her mother asked. "You told me to keep it for emergencies.", answered Emma. Running down the driveway, Rebecca asked "What's wrong?" "Oh My God!", she cried in a panicked manner. "It's a dead man! Who is he?", she continued to ask. "How are we supposed to know?", replied Emma in an annoyed manner. "Aren't you going to check him?", asked Rebecca nervously. "Let's just wait until the police gets here!", instructed Mrs Ingram. "What's in the briefcase?" Rebecca asked. Emma quickly grabbed it to take a look. "No Emma!", her mother ordered. She ignored the warning and checked inside. Inside the briefcase, were stacks of $100 bills separated at values of $10,000. Emma's eyes stretched. "OH MY GOD!!!!!", exclaimed Rebecca in joyful shock as Mrs Ingram fainted. "Put the money inside!", Rebecca cried as Emma hurried to put the money in the house hiding it under a floor board. Afterwards, she hurried outside to help bring her mother inside. "Okay grab her arms while I grab her legs!", cried Emma. Lifting her robust body caused the two of them to lightly stagger into the house. Growing tired, Rebecca accidentally dropped the side she was lifting. "I'm sorry." she quickly said while looking a little guilty. "Help lift her on the couch." replied Emma. Although a little challenging they were both able to play their mother on the couch. "Where did that monry come from?!", asked Rebecca joyfully. "What about the man? Have you forgot about him?", asked Emma sternfully. "I wonder where he came from", asked Rebecca as the medium, heavy winds dominated the house. "Oh no! Here comes the cops!", cried Rebecca. Running out to the body, the two of them thought about what to say. The police pulled up the hill as they both stood by. "Don't say a word about the money!" ordered Emma. "But what if?", Rebecca attempted to ask but was interrupted. "Let me do the talking!", Emma demanded in a whispering tone. They both continued to watch the police drive up the wooded hill. Rebecca looked nervous as she watched the lifeless body on the ground. The man was a brunette white male, 5'10, who appeared to be in his early 40's. He wore a long, dark tan trench coat, khaki pants, a white Polp shirt, gold Rolex watch, and dark brown croc skin shoes.

(Part 3 Coming Soon!)

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Halloween Song Downloads -- Anonymous, 15:13:57 10/11/04 Mon

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Strange Mass -- Anonymous, 13:49:31 10/08/04 Fri

Marie Cornic, from Brehat, had married a sea captain, that she loved with all her soul. Unfortunately, by his profession, he had to spend most of the time away from her. Marie Cornic spent her nights and days thinking of her absent love. As soon as he was gone, she shut herself in her home, not accepting any company other than her mother, who lived with her, and who even mocked sometimes her love for no other but her husband.

The only time the young woman would leave the house was the morning, to go to the church, where she attended all the masses, praying that the Holy Virgin and all the saints of Brittany would keep watch of her husband and bring him back healthy and safe to Brehat.

One night, she awoke with a jump, she thought that she had heard a bell ring.

"Could that be the dawn mass?" she asked herself.

The bedroom was lit by a vague glow. As it was winter she took this to be the beginning of the dawn. She rose, dressed in great haste and hurried to the church.

She was surprised to find the nave full of people, more surprised to see a visiting priest taking the mass.

"I didn't know it was a special day today. But why so solemn? I don't remember being told about a special occasion this week."

Her neighbour was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't hear her words, in any case there was no reply.

The plate was passed round the church carried round by someone Marie Cornic, didn't recognise, he chanted in a sad voice:
"For the souls in purgatory, for the souls in purgatory."

When the plate came to her, Marie Cornic fumbled in her pocket, but in her hurry to reach the church had forgotten her purse. The man holding the plate rattled it.

"For the souls in purgatory, for the poor souls in purgatory."

"Goodness, blurted Marie Cornic, I don't have a penny on me."

"At this mass you do not omit to give for the souls of the dead."

She turned out her pockets to show they were empty.

"You must give me something."

"But I have nothing," mumbled Marie, at her wits end.

"You have your gold wedding ring. Give it for the dead."

She could not refuse and wept, without the strength to return home.

When the rector came he was surprised to see one of his parishioners so early in church.

"Marie Cornic, what are you doing here?

"But I was here at the mass."

"The mass!!... At least you can wait for me to start."

Marie Cornic, looked about her. The numerous audience that had filled the church only a moment ago had gone, there was nobody. Together they searched for her wedding ring and found it on the altar.

Fifteen days later, Marie Cornic discovered that she was a widow. Her husband's boat had sunk, the night of the strange mass, at the same hour that she had given her ring for the souls of the dead.

http://www.twilightharbor.com/moonmistress/stories/StrangeMass.html

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Where are the rest of the stories? -- Anonymous, 15:07:26 09/13/04 Mon


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for sale -- Anonymous, 08:16:10 08/30/04 Mon

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