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Calvorian Street
by Annie

Charlie ran, ran as fast as his feet could handle but he tripped and fell deep, deep down into the darkness of the speeding river while the ghost hunter fell too, but he fell for Charlie.

Charlie was dinner...

It was a beautiful morning in the spring of 1987 when a cute and nice little 9 year-old boy named Charlie sat down for breakfast while the sun spread like warm butter across the kitchen table. He smiled as hash browns and scrambled eggs were set before him. His mother hugged him and told him that she was going to walk him to school and that meant that he could take as much time as he needed to finish his lovely breakfast.

Charlie ate slowly, enjoying the feeling of the hash browns between his teeth and how the scrambled eggs separated when he bit into them. When he was finished, he walked into his room to get dressed and ready for school. He called to his mother to tell her that he was ready, but she was already outside waiting for him.

Charlie saw her and ran to hold her hand. They skipped and sang the whole time that they were walking to school. When Charlie got to school, his friends were there waiting for him. His mother left and Charlie sat with his friends. They talked and while they were talking the big bully of the school, Trevor Mulheris, walked up to Charlie and said, "I dare you to cross Calvorian street after school today."

The towns' people had always said that there was a creature on that street that drank your blood and ate you for dinner. Charlie knew that whenever Trevor dared someone they had to do it.

Charlie gulped and said, "Fine, I'll do it." That made Trevor Mulheris very happy and so he walked off feeling sure of himself.

After school Trevor was waiting for Charlie and when Charlie got out of his class Trevor said, "Your friends will come, but I will be watching you so you can't run away from Calvorian street."

Charlie knew he was making a huge mistake, but he nodded and lead the group to Calvorian street...

When they got there, the sky had turned dark and wind had started to blow very hard. It was cold and you could hear thunder in the distance. You could see the lightning and the clouds moving fast. You could here the rivers water running quick and dangerous.

Everything suited the ghost hunter, the one that would drink your blood and eat you for dinner.

Trevor yelled over the howling wind, "Go ahead Charlie! Start going down the street!"

Charlie felt a tear drip from his eye, but it wasn't there long for the harsh wind dried it quickly. Charlie’s friends were covering their eyes for they didn't want to see their best friend get hurt. Trevor was laughing evilly as Charlie slowly walked down the street, the cold wind biting at his skin. But then, just then something jumped out and started to chase him. It was the Ghost Hunter...

Charlie ran, ran as fast as his feet could handle but he tripped and fell deep, deep down into the darkness of the speeding river while the ghost hunter fell too, but he fell for Charlie. Charlie was dinner...

When Charlie’s mother found out that her son had disappeared, she couldn't let go. She would always make enough hash browns and scrambled eggs for two. She would walk to school when school was over hoping to find Charlie sitting on the steps waiting for her to come pick him up.

He was never there but one day he was. He was a ghostly figure waiting on the school steps waiting for his mother. He had no blood in him and he had no body. He was taken by the Ghost Hunter. He could still talk, but there wasn't a childish tone to the voice. He didn't feel the same about his mother everything was different… but one day, Charlie told the story of what happened and his mother did something unexpected, something that would at least let her be with her son forever, she met the Ghost Hunter on Calvorian street.


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