Hi Steven, How are you? I was just thinking about you today. Do you remember the parties that we had at school? It was so fun. You made everyone laugh with your silly jokes and comments. On your birthday, we always ate White Castles. Now, every time that I smell White Castles, I smile. Oh, my niece Gracie did something that reminded me of you. She was pointing her finger at me, saying,"I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you" like you used to do to me. She got it from a movie but I had to laugh. Well, I just wanted to say 'Hey' and that we all miss you and love you. See you later Stevie Wevie. :) Love, Lena
Mr. CreepyPasta is a horror storyteller on YouTube. According to the story, Laughing Jack began with a lonely boy named Isaac in 1800's London. Isaac's parents were very abusive and he had no friends. On Christmas Eve, a guardian angel gave him a magical Jack-in-the-box. The colorful clown was alive and was his best friend at first. Isaac was happy for the first time. Then three months later, while they were playing, Jack killed a cat. Isaac got blamed of course, and was sent to boarding school. Jack was left behind in the box. Isaac promised to come back for him but as time went by, Isaac abandoned him and Jack's colors went darker. Isaac's parents had died and he was now grown up. Jack then saw that Isaac was now a serial killer and because Jack's personality changed with Isaac's, Jack became a killer clown and murdered Isaac. Jack now eats and murders children. (The expanded, gorier story is told in the video above).
This second video is another story about Laughing Jack. I heard about Mr. CreepyPasta from a SmallWorlds player and I got curious so I looked up the CreepyPasta Youtube channel. There are a lot of stories like this. They're like online urban legends. I won't lie, when I first watched the video last night, it scared the crap out of me. I'm obsessed though. :) These stories are very well-written. They're so cool!
On Christmas Eve, while the entire world is sleeping, a
miraculous event occurs. Beautiful, radiant angels come down from Heaven to
Earth, dressed in long, flowing, red or green Christmas robes with large,
remarkable, white wings. They come to visit to check on loved ones that they
miss and bless the faithless and the dying with luminous hope and love. Mostly,
they visit to express their joy and devotion to Christ on His Earthly
birthplace. They dance in circles and sing their praises.
People on Earth aren’t supposed to see angels visit but one
Christmas Eve, a curious, little girl heard the angels’ lovely voices and wandered
outside. This five-year-old girl was named Ariel. She was wearing a long, white
nightgown and her auburn hair was tied in a ponytail with a baby blue
ribbon. Despite the dirt smudges on her
cheeks, she could’ve been mistaken for an angel, for faith and beauty brightly
shined in her eyes. Sweet Ariel’s family was very poor. They didn’t have enough
money to buy gifts for each other and despite her being so young, she didn’t
mind. All that she wanted was for her mommy and daddy to be happy and not worry
about money.
At first, when she saw the angels, she wept fearfully,
thinking that they were scary ghosts. To a child, they glowed with supernatural
light and looked strangely imitating. Then, a woman angel named Dina with
luscious, long, blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes rested a hand on her shoulder
and assured her that they meant no harm. With a loving, soothing voice, Dina told
the girl: “Do not fear Ariel. We’re here to bring joy and love on this glorious
night. We’re angels, here to celebrate
Christ.”
Dina then flapped her wings, making a loud, swooshing sound
and causing Ariel to giggle. “Do you really get to see Jesus?” Ariel asked
innocently.
“Yes Child,” Dina replied with a smile.
“Does He really love everybody?” Ariel asked again.
“He loves all of His children,” explained Dina warmly, “no
matter what. His love is never limited.”
“I love Jesus!” Ariel blurted out with a kind of adorable excitement
that only children can get. The angels laughed and invited her to dance with
them.
She ran around, twirled, laughed, and sang happily with the
angels in the falling snow until she fell asleep peacefully on the ground. The
angels making her hover mid-air, they helped her into the house, went upstairs,
and put her into the bed without disturbing her.
She gracefully landed in bed
and Dina was about to tug her in when she saw that Ariel’s blanket was torn and
had nothing but holes. With a wave of her hand, Dina mended the blanket and
touching Ariel’s forehead, she whispered: “Goodnight Ariel. Have a blessed
Christmas and may the Lord always watch over sweet soul and your family.” Then, she and the other angels flew back up into Heaven.
On Christmas morning, Ariel told her mommy and daddy what
happened but they only said: “It was just a wonderful dream, Honey. Angels stay
in Heaven.” No one believed her but she knew in her heart that the angels were
real and she never forgot Dina, the exquisite, kind angel. From then on, she told
the story to anyone who would listen to remind them the spirit of Christmas.
This book is about a teenager named Miranda and her guardian angel, Zachary. She gets kidnapped and becomes a vampire and Zachary's powers get taken away for revealing it to a human while trying to rescue Miranda from the vampire. It's a horror story and a love story. Now, he has to try to save her soul without powers and Miranda has to break-free from her vampire creator's control. I liked how it changes point-of-views every other chapter. It's dark, romantic, and real good page turner.
Even though it has been many, many years since I've read this, I have fond memories of the book. This book of witch tales began my obsession with witches and I always made my mom or sister read it to me. I also took it everywhere with me when I was little. I loved it.
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The weekend of October 24th, I went to Wonderland
Camp and had a blast! I saw my old friends: Dustin, Alena, Jacob, Cheryl
(Jacob’s mom), Ashlee, Shelby, Gianna,
“Shirley”, Kirstie, Ann, and Jason. I also made new friends with Jacob’s
sister, Hannah. On Friday, we had a campfire and it was a brisk but pretty
night. We sang, told stories, and Dustin played his guitar. I hung out with
Jacob, Cheryl, and Hannah at the campfire while I ate my sticky, deliciously
sweet s’mores. Jacob was showing me what cool stuff he could do on his
communication board. We were talking and laughing all the time. It was a great
night!
On Saturday, It was nonstop fun. We didn't even really have
rest time for once. It was go, go, go! I liked it. First, we did crafts. I
decorated some paper skulls with some stickers and painted tiny houses. We also
made some friendship bracelets. Jacob and Hannah made me an adorable bracelet
with my name on it. Then, we went outside and got our faces painted. I got a
skull on one cheek and crossbones on another. After the face painting, we shot
BB guns. I actually hit the target without a lot of help. After shooting, we
painted pumpkins. I painted my pumpkin black, purple, and red.
Later, that evening, people were getting ready for the
Halloween dance. I was a sorceress. I
washed my face, painted my nails black, put on my favorite red lipstick, wore a
black and red gown, a golden, star necklace, and a black cape. I also carried a
wand that my mom made. Before the dance,
we got to go trick-or-treating around camp (camp is the only place where
you can get back in touch with your inner-child) and go in a “haunted house.” I
thought that the haunted house was going to be silly, childish with paper ghosts or
something but it was legit. It was awesome! The cabin was dark and scary
decorations were everywhere with spooky music playing. People in make-up and
masks were crawling on the floor or jumping out. I also remember that the word REDRUM
was painted on the wall. The haunted house rocked!
At the dance, everyone was in flashy costumes. There was a
doctor, a Ninja Turtle, an Eskimo, a lifeguard, Gumbie, and many more. The
booming music was playing in the dining hall and the always colorful lights
were around me. I chased around and danced with all of my friends. I was
singing at the top of my lungs and laughed so hard. It was so much fun!
On Sunday, everyone just relaxed until our rides got there.
Wonderland Camp rules! Every summer and every fall is always an adventure that
I’ll forever remember. The memories are imprinted on my mind for me to smile at
later. I can’t wait until the next time!
I wish that I was like Peter Pan, Just be a kid and have fun, Believe in faith, trust, and pixie dust. I would never worry, being so joyous and carefree. I would fly so high and so far, touching each star. I wish that I was like Peter Pan, The one who wouldn't change over time. Smiling at danger, Escaping to Never Never Land, my heart leaving my troubles behind.
Before that terrifying Halloween night, I was an elegant monarch
butterfly with magnificent orange and black wings but I was very unique. First,
instead of just small, white spots on my wings, I had a big skull face on each
wing. I never understood why. My wings
were always that way ever since my metamorphosis to a butterfly. Secondly,
while other butterflies couldn’t survive in the cold and migrated to somewhere
warmer during the fall and winter, I stayed and survived. This didn’t mean that
I was immortal; I could be killed by predators, humans, sickness, etc. The
chill just didn’t bother me. Finally, there was one characteristic that I wish
that I never had. While other butterflies remained still at night, I would
flutter about into the darkness, never noticing the ominous figures in the
shadows.
It was Halloween night and the wind was whistling like
singing ghosts. A wolf howled wildly somewhere and an owl hooted quietly
nearby. I was flying among the trees. In the distance, beyond the trees, I
could also hear happy children giggling and yelling, “TRICK OR TREAT!” All of these
sounds made my heart smile and the beautiful, full moon was shining brightly
through the clouds. I felt at ease and was enjoying the brisk air. Then, I
heard a horrific sound that made me turn cold. It was a loud flapping of
massive wings and high-pitched chirping of big, hungry bats. I knew that bats
preyed on insects so I always tried my best to avoid them but that night, an
attack on me was inevitable.
They came closer, closer, and CLOSER!! I fluttered around in complete panic. I tried to hide but
there was no use. Coming up behind me, one of the bats snatched me in mid-air
by my wings with its gigantic, clawed feet. I tried to squirm lose but its grip
was excruciatingly tight. It was about to toss me into the air and devour me when
I miraculously escaped and flew away. Even though my left wing was torn, I kept
on flying with all of my might. I couldn’t see behind me but I heard the bats
chasing me. My tiny heart was beating crazily but I began to stagger, as I got
weaker and weaker .
Then, in my blurred vision, I could see their snarled faces
and grotesque fangs in front of me. Two bats on each side grabbed me by my
wings. Then with their fangs, they greedily tore off both wings from my body
and ate them. I screamed in agony but of course, I was unheard. They then tried
to eat my whole body. They managed to take a bite out of me but one of the bats
lost their grip.
I plummeted down, down, down! I didn’t know where I was
falling because I was dying. I didn’t remember the landing. When I opened my
eyes for the last time, I realized that I was now inside of an unlit jack-o’-lantern and saw a child dressed as a goblin
watching me from the top with curiosity and sadness. My heart smiled again,
seeing such innocence, as I slowly died. My spirit rose up into the clouds and
roamed the mysterious, Halloween night.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2014 Happy Halloween! :) This story was inspired from a scary dream. In the dream, I was a butterfly and bats ate me alive. I know that bats aren't bad. The story is from the butterfly's point-of-view.
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