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Second Place Winner,
Grades 9-12
Josephine A. Rood
Grade 10
Wakefield School
It was Dobson’s idea. At the time, it seemed funny. “Why don’t we dress up
give someone a scare?” he suggested the day before Halloween.
“We couldn’t scare anyone,” I replied.
“What about Arthur Freeman?” said Harry Richards suddenly. “That kid’s probably scared of mice.” “What about his Aunt?" I asked. “She’s in Kentucky,” answered Harry, “He’s staying in the house alone.”
"Let’s get into the house and wait for him," I said. I’ll get Fred to have Arthur help him with his homework so it’ll be dark when he comes home.”
On Halloween, we coated our faces and hands with phosphorescent paint and Dobson had a dagger his father had given him, which he dipped in a blood-like concoction. We all wore long black robes with hoods. We got into Arthur’s house by an open window and waited in the front hall until we heard Arthur's approaching footsteps. He stepped inside and shut the door. Before he could put on the light, we sprang out from our hiding places, throwing off our hoods to give him the full effect of our glowing white faces. Arthur’s reaction surprised us all. For a moment he made no sound, then he gave a strangled whimper and crumpled to the floor.
“He’s fainted," said Dobson. "Where's the stupid light?" grunted Harry. After a good deal of stumbling around, we found it and switched it on. Arthur Freeman’s face wore a frozen expression of stark terror. I knew with a horrible cer
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