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Where's Chuck?
by Taylor

Hello boys and girls! I'm Thomas, and I want to tell you a tragically terrifying tale of my good friend, Chuck, who took a rather terrible dare on Halloween night. Can any of you tell me, Where's Chuck?

It was a dark Halloween night in '93. I raced up the porch steps of my friend, Chuck's house. I was ten years old. I rang the doorbell three times and waited. His dog, Snowie, howled at the top of his lungs.

"Oh, it's just me, Snow!" I laughed. I rang the bell again and finally, Chuck, half dressed in his costume, opened the door. He was dressed as some kind of god.

"You're early." He complained, and sniffed. He pushed up his glasses and stared at me.

"So?" I shrugged.

"Come on in." He sighed.

"Oh, hey Tommy." His older sister, Kelly said. She waved and brushed back her blonde hair. She was dressed as Cleopatra. I wished I dressed as an Egyptian king.

You see, I kinda had a thing for Kelly. She saw my enchanted stare and smiled.

"Oh come on!" Chuck said, and tugged on my arm.

"Uh huh." I said. I waved at Kelly as Chuck dragged me away.

"So, how are we going to split the candy?" He asked.

"Duh, fifty fifty!" I said.

"Nuh uh. More like twenty, twenty sixty!" Doug, Kelly's jerk boyfriend, snickered.

"Get outta here, Doug!" I yelled.

"Whatever, twerp." He said and strutted off. So, who cares if he's captain of the football team?

Finally, 8:00 swung around and we snapping away. Doug was an Egyptian king and Kelly was Cleopatra, I was Superman and Chuck was Zuess. After pictures, Chuck and I raced out the door, excited to get candy.

We ran around all the houses in quite a few neighborhoods, toilet papered a few of them and jumped out of bushes at people. Sounded good enough to Chuck, but not for me.

"Hey Chuck," I said, catching my breath from all the excitement.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Go in there." I whispered and pointed to the oldest, most haunted forest in all of New York.

His eyes popped. He swallowed then calmed himself down. "Fine." He said. He dragged his feet into the forest.

Ten minutes passed by pretty well. I waited outside the forest for him. But suddenly, there was a terrible growling noise.

"Thomas?" He asked. I pretended I wasn't there and stayed quiet. "Woah...AHHHHH!" There was a terrified scream, and Chuck's sneakers pounded on the ground, but not fast enough. There was a horrible ruckus. I stood, frozen in terror.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!" his last, painful scream bounced all around the forest. There was a hungry growl from somewhere nearby, and I began to run. Faster and faster. Until I went home.

"Where's Chuck?" My mom asked. "He was supposed to come home with you." She said. I broke down and began to cry. I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room.

I stayed in my room for hours asking myself one question: "Where's Chuck?"

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