Tales of Scream Street

I don’t think I’ll get any sleep tonight, thanks to Lucy’s story…

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CHAPTER 1:

CREAK …the door opened as Shaun stepped through his bed room door his mum
sent him to his room because he had been late home (he was meant to be home
at 3:30 he came home at 5:00) He sat there on his bed thinking what to do. In
the dark he sat and got really scared of all the noises and shadows.

In his sleep he lost one of the sharpest tooth in his mouth. In the morning
he found he had a missing tooth and it had been kidnapped and got really
scared and didn’t sleep at all. That day he went to school and found
someone else’s tooth on the floor and he slipped on it and as he slipped he
kissed a girls foot and it was hairy. This would mean she was a wolf…
Chapter 2
He picked up the tooth and put it in his pocket. The bell rang and that meant
it was home time. Then as he was walking home in the distance he saw a
haunted house so he decided to go inside. As he walked in the floors creaked
loudly, it was dark and gloomy. Shaun went up to the top floor and he hid the
tooth in a magic chest…

Chapter 3
As he was up stairs on the very top floor the door down stairs opened. It was
the girl who lost the tooth and she had come  to get the tooth back. He tried
to escape but there was no way was he going to get away. He slowly went down
to the middle floor of the house and looked at her through the bars. Then to
the Centre of the staircase, to wait for her to walk  further down the
corridor. To the door he goes and…
Chapter 4
He just makes it as the girl stops him and say’s “where do you think
you’re going Shaun, was it you who stole my missing tooth?”
“No” he lied. I shall now be on my way going home.
“HMMMMMMM.” I don’t think so. Replied betty the wolf.  She locked the
door strangely with her undiscovered powers. She didn’t know she had
powers.

It was soon going midnight and she had turned into a werewolf and he had
never seen a werewolf before. It soon became morning and he knew he had to
escape to get to his house. “Look there is a bat behind and is about to
suck your blood look out!” Said Shaun. She looked behing her nothing was
there when she turned back around he had already escaped. “I’ll get him
some day” Said betty the  wolf…

Check out this amazing story from Faye!

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Trapped!!

ENTER’S
Creak!…  The door slowly opens and meet Mr. Insane the werewolf. He is
after the golden bone he has been after for quite a while, this mansion is
his 7th stop to search for the bone. He has been through alot on his journey
and this time he’s not going down without a fight.
The Red carpet on the endless hallway from what mr.Insane see’s he
meets. It smells of fresh blood inside, the floor boards are broken and the
stairway case is creaky and very weak. On the middle floor of the mansion he
can hear moans and groans. (HOWLS) “Hello is anyone there?” No one replied.
The door slammed… BOOM!
He was now staring at the staircase and could see a shadow coming his way. As
the light of the moon hit the vampire he was revealed to Mr Insane. “Hello”
said Mr insane
“Hello and who are you to be?” no one anwsered.
“Will you be my friend?”
“No!” i am no friend of anyones! I will be keeping a close eye on you, but
anyway what is your name?”
“Mr. Insane” He replied. Who are you?
“I’m fang the villan of all times!” he exlaimed and Mr. Insane was to be on
his way down the endless hallway, to the kitchen…
“Do you happen to know where the golden bone is?” There was no anwser.

MEET THE ZOMBIE
So trotting along the hallway heading towards the kitchen he meets a green
and mysterious monster named the Zombie. “I can smell you from in my bedroom.

“you live hear?” i didnt know that i have stopped by here because i am
looking for the golden bone it has the secrets inside and i need to discover
them.
“No” zombie replied. Mr. Insane explores the place and doesn’t want to eat so
back he goes and up the crooked stairs and all there was, was two doors and
drawings and paintings of people “maybe these are the ansestors.” The zombie
follows him and goes into zombies room and slime was all over the walls.
“hello” he jumped round shocked “hello zombie i was also meaning to ask you
could i stay over”
“Yes of course that will be a delight”

TRICKED INTO A TRAP…
As he is on the middle floor he walks into a room and gets hung and tied up
in a net. “YELP!” With his sharp razor claws he slices the net opened and
fell to the ground. But behind zombie shut the door and locked it… No
escape. There is a door in the ground and he opens and it led to the top
floor.

THE GOLDEN BONE REVEALS ITS SECRETS…

On the top floor there is five doors and he enters the door nearest to the
red wall. As it opens a knife falls down and just misses the poor werewolf.
There is a room full of gold items and searches for his golden bone.

Ahead the bone is there in a chest. And the key is hung above the chest. He
grabs it and unlocks the chest, and finds the fortune he has been searching
for seven years is there and twisted both sides and the ghost of each secrets
surround the room and the ones he is looking for is there and that secret
joins Mr. Insane.

Mr Insane and the secret slowly tiptoe down the two sets of stairs and gets
to the door. “Where do you think your going then Wolfy?”………..

–Chapter 9–
-The Reunion-

“Did–*huff*–we lose–*huff*–it?” asked Resus between heavy
breaths.
The boys had been running from the rabid snarling bear for hours, and
for now, the woods had gone quiet. They had sought refuge behind a large
tree, leaning against it and trying to catch their breaths.
Luke looked over his shoulder, and after a few elongated minutes,
sighed in relief. “I–*wheeze*–think so.”
The boys spent the next five minutes calming their nerves. The bear
gave them more than enough adrenaline–plus the running. As Resus slid down
the tree, his cape caught on something. Yanking it free, he realized that it
was one of the skull markings that had caught his cape.
“Hey, look at this,” he said, leaning down for a better look.
Luke looked at it. There was nothing special about it, really. Just a
skull with crossbones…
“…Are those swords?” asked the werewolf. Instead of the usual
crossbones, there were two swords, not unlike those on the symbol they had
seen that meant ‘Rebels’. They were cleverly carved so they looked like bones
at first glance.
“Yeah, they are!” exclaimed Resus. The vampire rushed to another tree
and peered at the symbol. “Wait. This one doesn’t have swords…”
The boys checked five other trees and confirmed the fact that the
first tree was the only peculiar one out of all six.
“This is so weird,” Luke muttered, tracing his finger around the
skull. He looked up at the branches and discovered that one of them had a
gray ribbon tied to it. “Hey, Resus! Do you think we have to follow these?”
he asked his friend, pointing at the ribbon.
The vampire shrugged. “Since we can’t get any more lost, I’d say…
Give it a shot.”
They walked a straight line to another tree in the direction the
ribboned branch was pointing to and found that the tree had a sworded skull
as well as an identical gray ribbon.
“I think we’re supposed to follow these,” said Luke as they continued
to walk following the branches.
Sure enough, they reached an opening a few minutes later.
“Whoa…,” said both boys simultaneously while staring up at the
castle of Prince Night.
***
Meanwhile, the girls were shooting threats at the landlord of Scream
Street.
“I’ll throw you into the Nile!”
“Let us go!”
“Who do you think you are?!?”
“I thought you were banned from harming us?”
Sir Otto Sneer had a smug grin on his face. “Technically, I’m not
harming you freaks. As far as I could see, you’re just trapped. Not harmed,”
he said, walking out triumphantly, sure that he had outsmarted the freaks
this time.
Lily sighed. “This sucks…”
The girls sat there, discouraged. Then Cleo’s head snapped up. “Shh!”
she hissed.
A conversation between two people floated in through the window,
between the bars.
“Luke, how do we get in?” asked a familiar voice.
“Well… we could try to find a window or something…”
Lily gasped. “It’s Luke and Resus!”

–Chapter 8–
-The Portal-

“What was his name?” Luke asked for the twelfth time.
“Prince Night or something. I know, daft name,” Resus replied,
checking off the penultimate (second-to-last) name on the list of residents.
The boys were rushing around, asking the residents if they had seen a
runaway horse with a ancient armor and two girls on it. Most of the answers
were ‘no’, and one ghoul just walked away, muttering, “Kids these days… Too
much imagination.”
“This is hopeless,” moaned Resus. “We probably sound like we’re half
crazy.”
“Hey, look.” Luke pointed to their list. “We only have one more
person to visit…”
The words ‘Sir Otto Sneer’ glared up at them.
“…And who else than our favorite landlord, Sir Otto Sneer?” Resus
finished. “Why’d he have to come back after a year, anyway?”
“I know, right? He belonged in that jungle,” Luke joked as they
approached the repaired Sneer Hall. They knocked on the door and waited until
it opened a bit. A figure in a top hat, chewing on a cigar peeked out the
door fearfully.
“Hello?” he squeaked.
Luke and Resus exchanged a confused look. This wasn’t right. Sir Otto
had been every bit of his nasty old self when he had returned to Scream
Street, spare the fact that he was banned from doing any harm to the
residents.
“Um… Can we talk to Sir Otto?” Resus asked suspiciously.
“Uh… He-he’s not in right now…,” muttered the landlord.
“But you’re right here,” stated Luke.
“Oh! I mean… Uh…”
“YOU’RE not Sir Otto,” said Luke.
“Dixon, stop pretending,” the vampire crossed his arms.
With a frightened squeal and a sound like water pouring into a jug,
Sir Otto’s huge form rippled and turned back into the lean form of the
landlord’s nephew, Dixon.
“I’m sorry!” the shape-shifter cried. “Sir Uncle Otto made me!”
“Alright, where is he? And what’d he make you do?” Luke demanded.
“I told you, he’s not here! He’s not in the forest! Not the one in
the back, anyway!” Dixon whined nervously.
“Uh-huh. Mind if we take a look at the forest? The one in the back?”
smirked Resus. ‘Dixon could be helpful at times, if you think about it,’ he
thought.
“Um, I don’t think–hey, wait!” Dixon was cut off by the boys barging
in the doorway, and he backed away to the side.
Luke and Resus rushed to the back door, with Dixon following
fearfully. When they reached the door and opened it, they were greeted by the
sight of a giant portal filling the entire view of the forest. The sides of
the opening were rough, and glowed a faint greenish red(I’m telling you, it
isn’t a very pretty color). The other side of the portal was obscured, as if
there was a thin plate of translucent glass wedged in the magical shortcut.
“He went in through that portal. Please don’t tell him I told you!”
pleaded the landlord’s nephew.
Luke grinned. “Don’t worry,” he assured, “we won’t. Thanks for the
help!”
Dixon could only watch as the boys jumped into the portal and
disappeared.
***
Resus was the first to land on the other side of the portal–and
hadn’t managed a smooth landing at all.
“Ow!” he yelled out in pain as he tumbled out of the portal and
straight into the sharp branches of a pine tree. The vampire managed to get
out of the way just in time as Luke crashed into where Resus had been just a
few seconds ago with an “Oof!”
“Well, that wasn’t exactly the trip I was expecting,” Resus commented
as he brushed leaves and picked splinters off of his cape.
As the boys began to take in their surroundings, they realized that
they were in a forest with pine trees everywhere. What was odd was that every
tree had a skull carved into its trunk.
“That’s weird…,” Luke muttered. He turned to inspect one of the
peculiar carvings…

And came face-to-face with an very angry looking bear.

-Chapter 7-
–The Imprisonment–

Cleo flopped onto a pink bed.
Prince Night–what kind of name IS that?–had ushered her and Lily
into separate bedrooms, and had told them to ‘dress appropriately’ for his
grand dinner party. She had opened the closet and hadn’t found anything that
was less girly than the pinafore she was wearing now. Cleo sighed as she
imagined Lily trying on every one of the fancy dresses in her room,
delighted. A knock was heard, and Lily appeared in the doorway.
“Omigosh, Cleo! Did you see just how many dresses the closet holds?!
And how many books are in the bookshelves? And how the bed is so…”
Cleo automatically blocked out her friend’s familiar girly ranting.
Sheesh. Lily was all about books and dresses…
“You’re pretty excited for a person who’s being held hostage,” she
commented as Lily finished her outburst.
Lily blinked. “Oh. Oops,” she giggled as she hit Cleo playfully.
“I’m not changing anytime soon. They’re worse than the dress I’m
wearing now,” Cleo complained.
“I don’t think we should use anything he offers us,” said Lily. “It
might have a tracker on it or something.”
A huge, booming voice rang down the corridors, causing the girls to
block their ears. “I hereby announce the beginning of the dinner party!”
“Do we have a choice?” asked Cleo as they stepped out into the
corridors.
“I’d say… nope,” Lily sighed as they saw a bunch of armored figures
head towards them, “we don’t have much a choice.

When they arrived at the table, both girls had a plan;
1. Fool Prince Night,
2. contact the boys,
3. escape… somehow.
And so they didn’t resist when they were forced to sit on the chairs, next to
each other on a ridiculously long table. Of course, they couldn’t repress a
glare at the guards. The armored people showed no sign of emotion.
Prince Knight laughed and said, “You may eat!” He had changed into
the classic prince outfit/costume, complete with a crown. His hair was
blonde, and his eyes were a dull red. He looked somewhere between his mid
40′s.
Cleo and Lily exchanged a look. Did they really need his permission
to EAT? They stared doubtfully at the steak in front of them.
Cleo cleared her throat. “Um, Your Highness?” she asked, cringing at
her own words. “I’m a vegetarian. I can’t eat meat.”
The addressed kidnapper smiled and said, “Nothing to worry about,
fair lady. Your new course is coming right up!” Almost instantly, the steak
changed into few of Cleo’s favorite lotus flower fritters.
“But–how did you–” Cleo stuttered, then remembered the Step 1 of
their plan. “I mean, thank you, Your Highness.”
Lily nudged Cleo’s foot under the table. Cleo glanced at her friend
just long enough to see her slip bits of her food in a fold in the
tablecloth. Lily signaled her to do the same with a subtle gesture of her
fork. A few minutes later, it actually seemed as if the girls had eaten some
of their meal. Exchanging a look, the girls stood up. Lily curtsied
gracefully. “We are grateful for the meal, Your Highness, but we are very
tired from fighting the evil witch’s spell,” she lied, “and we were wondering
if we may be excused to rest awhile.”
Prince Knight nodded in approval. “You may leave,” he said with a
bow, and the girls turned to return to their rooms.
Suddenly, a decorative spear from up high on the wall broke off,
heading straight to Cleo.
Cleo screamed and shielded herself with her arms. As the smoke
cleared, it was clear that the spear had stopped in midair, caught up in
bandages.
The kidnapper prince stood there, stunned, and then barked orders to
his guards. “Guards! Throw these freaks into the dungeon!”
***
“Ow!”
“Watch it!”
The girls were literally ‘thrown’ in the dungeon, landing on a cold
stone floor. Cleo flew at the guards, but before she could reach them, the
cell doors shut.
“So much for Step 1,” Lily said, brushing dust off her long skirt.
“It was a reflex! Plus, that thing was about to hit my head!” Cleo
protested.
“Do you think we can get out?” asked the half-ghost. “I don’t think I
have much energy to retain my ghost form.”
“I can try…” Cleo raised her hands, preparing to pull the bars
apart with bandages. Instead, she felt a searing pain in her hands. “Ow!” she
yelped and pulled her hands back.
“What happened?” asked her worried friend.
“I… I don’t know.”
Lily’s eyes skimmed over the walls until she looked past the cell
bars. “Look,” she whispered, pointing at something.
Cleo squinted. “A box?”
The purple-haired-girl shook her head. “It’s a magic restrainer.
That’s why we can’t use magic in here. And that thing is way out of our
reach.”
Cleo sighed. “Well, so much for Step 2 and 3, too. At least I’ve got
this…” She pulled something out of her pocket.
“A blueprint?” asked Lily. “Where’d you get that?”
“I nicked it from that ridiculous prince-wannabe,” boasted the
blonde.
“Well, I suppose it will be very useful for the boys to have…” Lily
sighed. “But we’re trapped, remember?”
“I know…”
Silence.
Suddenly, Lily’s head snapped up. “Omigosh. I just realized that!”
Cleo was at her side in an instant. “What? What is it?”
Lily pointed to the magic restrainer. “That. That couldn’t have been
here by coincidence. And the empty-headed Prince Night who judges books by
their cover–he couldn’t have allowed that kind of ‘magic’ in his castle.”
Cleo gasped. “You’re right! But then, who…”
Just then, footsteps could be heard, closer and closer until they
stopped somewhere in the dark in front of the cell.
“Who’s there?” Cleo demanded.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Ms.Farr and Ms.Andrews. Too bad
you can’t do anything in that cell of yours,” said a familiar voice.
The figure of Sir Otto Sneer stepped out of the shadows.

–Chapter 6–
-The Discovery-

“He did WHAT?!” exclaimed a shocked Eefa Everwell.
In the bright storage room of Everwell’s Emporium, Eefa had finished
removing the last of the metal pieces from Luke’s hand, and had fixed Resus’s
ringing headache. The copy of the book that Mr.Skipstone had been transferred
into was sitting on the counter.
“This man… what did he exactly look like, Luke?” the author asked.
Luke frowned. “Not much… he was in a medieval armor, full gear. But
it was really old, as if the guy walked out of a 100-year-old museum.”
Mr.Skipstone frowned. “Anything else, like a certain mark on his
armor or such?”
“No, I’m afraid. It was rusted all over, so we couldn’t see anything
but rust.”
“Actually…,” Resus started, “His horse. Remember? It was pitch
black, but it had a saddle.”
“You’re right! And it had some weird symbol on it, too.”
“What sort of symbol, exactly?” queried Mr.Skipstone.
“It looked… sort of like two swords… Aargh, how do I explain
this?!” Luke cried in frustration.
“You don’t have to,” said Eefa, appearing beside the werewolf. “I
just received my order of these,” the witch held up a silver wand with a gold
star at the end.
“Er, what exactly are those?” asked Resus.
The witch smiled. “These allow people to see one’s mind.” She turned
to Luke. “Luke, I want you to concentrate on what the symbol looked like,”
she ordered.
Luke complied. It had been sort of like a gray-silver circle. And on
it were two worn-out swords clashing…
A gasp brought the werewolf out of his thought train. He opened his
eyes and was astonished to see the image of the exact symbol he was thinking
of, suspended in the air in front of him. Eefa was holding the wand, where
the image was being produced from.
“That’s it!” exclaimed Resus, pointing to the symbol. “It looks
exactly like it!”
“That’s because it is,” answered Mr.Skipstone. “This is Luke’s memory
of the symbol. And speaking of…” The author took a good, long look at the
image, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “This is most perplexing,” he
muttered to himself.
Luke rushed to the book. “What’s perplexing, Mr.Skipstone?” he
asked.
The face on the book hesitated before saying, “This seal… is from
hundreds of years ago. This symbol meant ‘Rebels’, and it wasn’t in a good
way.”
“What do you mean, hundreds years ago?” Resus asked. “So you’re
saying that this guy just burst in from the medieval past?”
“It would seem so…,” began the author, “but I do not see any way
this is possible.”
“Well, what did you mean by ‘Rebels’, Mr.Skipstone?” Luke added.
“In 1364, a few normals accidentally made their way into a G.H.O.U.L.
community through a forgotten and actually went unnoticed for a few decades,
living in secret. By the time they were discovered, many more normals had
snuck in and had created an entire community by themselves. They called
themselves the ‘Rebels’, and started to threaten the residents of G.H.O.U.L.
communities all over. This may be the reason why Acrid Belcher was so against
the doorway created by the relics, Luke,” the author added before
continuing.
“Soon, it was agreed that immediate action was required to tend this
matter, and it broke out in a war. At first, the normals seemed to be
winning, but soon, because of their lack of magical abilities to heal wounds,
the normals went down in defeat. They were all removed of their memories of
the G.H.O.U.L. communities’ residents and sent back to their own world.”
Mr.Skipstone finished. A moment of silence followed.
“Wait, this guy just stepped in from the past?” Resus blurted out in
disbelief.
“It would be the most logical solution, seeing that no Hex Hatches
are around,” stated the author.
“Then why did he just break in?”
The face on the book grew serious. “This man–if he is who I think he
is–is planning to take over all the G.H.O.U.L. communities.”

–Chapter 5–
-The Castle-

Meanwhile, on the kidnapper’s horse, Cleo and Lily were being jostled
around in the leather bag that the wannabe knight had insisted they go in
until the “evil witch’s enchantment” wore off. Of course the girls had
rejected the idea of being stuffed into some rough, oversized sack, and had
to be forced in. Now they were off to who-knows-where, being tossed around
every time the black horse galloped a stride.
“This isn’t your normal, average birthday party, is it?” Cleo joked
half-heartedly as the sack jumped and her legs splayed out in front of her.
Lily sighed. Hesitating, the half-ghost whispered, “Do you think he
can hear us?”
Cleo’s face was devoid of any emotion for a split second. Then she
smirked and said, “Well, let’s find out.” With that, she yelled at the top of
her lungs; “Hey, you jerk! Let us out!”
The girls held their breath. No reply.
Cleo sighed. “Whew. What’s up with that, though? How come he can’t
hear us?”
Lily studied the bag; well, her face had been shoved into it, due to
another jump. Pushing herself away, she said, “This bag seems old, and so it
must have held other… ah… captives before. And therefore, it must have a
containment spell on it, which means that he can’t hear us.”
“Great,” said Cleo, her eyes brightening.
Another bump caused them to fly up a few meters and land down hard.
“But it also means that we can’t get out, even if I turn into a ghost and you
use gutweed to transform into one. It probably won’t rip or tear either.”
“Oh. Great,” Cleo groaned, her eyes dulling again. “Well, do you
think you can use your sense of direction to figure out where we are? I lost
mine a long time ago,” she added wistfully.
“Unfortunately, with all this–” Lily was cut off by a tossing of the
sack, “–jostling around, I’m afraid I’m completely lost. My sense of
direction is pretty disorientated. All I can say is that we’re–” (bump)
“–somewhere north. Of course, if wherever we’re going is through a Hex
Hatch, even a clear sense of direction would be useless. However, I–” (toss)
“–doubt this loon knows how to open a Hex Hatch, and he hasn’t muttered any
words to close one yet.”
Cleo was tossed upwards another meter and landed again before saying,
“I hate this guy. Who is he, anyway?”
“I’m afraid I’ve no clue,” said Lily.
“I’d love to have Mr.Skipstone around at times like this,” said the
two captives at the same time. They shared a brief grin before falling into a
gloomy silence with the exception of hooves clacking against the ground.
Suddenly, they felt the horse come to an abrupt stop. Then the sack
overturned and the girls tumbled onto soft grass. Without a word, they looked
at the knight. Boy, if looks could kill, the kidnapper would have died three
times over and would have been on the way to his grave.
“Ow… where are we?” asked Cleo.
“Welcome to Prince Night’s Castle,” the kidnapper–Prince
Night?–declared proudly.
The girls didn’t respond. They were too busy staring up at the most
enormous, gigantic stone castle they’d ever seen.
The castle was made completely out of gray stone, but it was
completely smooth. shiny and slippery, like the floor of a orderly business
office. Fancy flags flew from the tops of the numerous towers, varying in
different spectrums. There were flags of the same colors hanging over the
castle on a rope. A huge drawbridge loomed over them and made a giant THUMP!
as it landed on the grassy fields. Before any of the girls could look back,
Prince Night had ushered them inside and the drawbridge had closed
completely.
Cleo and Lily looked at each other worriedly. They were trapped!

–Chapter 4–
-The Kidnapping-

The girls landed hard on the stiff metal suit, and he pointed at Luke
and Resus in disgust, who were slowly recovering.
“I will take thou far away from these unruly bandits! Let us go to my
castle,” he said, and cracked his whip.
The horse whinnied, and Resus stood up, holding something.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he growled, and pulled out the coil of golden
rope from before.
Swinging it like a lasso without a loop, he threw the magic rope,
aiming it at the horseman’s horse. The magically enchanted restraint caught
its neck, making it stop and rise up on its hind legs. Luke rushed over to
help Resus hold onto the rope with his good arm.
“I command you to let go, bandit!” yelled the kidnapper, muffled
under the helmet.
He whipped the horse harder, and Resus and Luke struggled to hold onto
the rope. Seeing this, Cleo and Lily started pounding helplessly onto the
kidnapper’s metal suit.
CLANG.
“Let US go!” Lily demanded.
CLANG.
“It’s not our friends that we have to worry about, you idiot
knight–no, kidnapper–whatever! Anyway, it’s the CRAZY MAN TRYING TO ABDUCT
US THAT WE HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT!” yelled Cleo, almost knocking the helmet off
of the kidnapper’s head.
CLANG.
“My goodness, dear ladies!” the uninvited guest said, “Why, I’m sure
these hooligans are in alliance with a wicked witch and put you two under a
spell!”
“Hooligans?” Resus muttered, gritting his teeth in effort. He
exchanged a look with Luke and made a face at the insult.
With another giant pull, the horse started to drag towards the boys.
Clearly offended, Cleo said, “One of our best friends is a VERY pretty witch
called Eefa Everwell, for your information!”
“That settles it,” he declared, and drew his sword from the rusty
case, bringing it to the rope around the horse. Surprisingly, the blade
itself was gleaming and new, and it cut through the magic restraint as if it
was butter. “You two are clearly under a charm.”
As soon as the rope was severed, the horse let out a breath and
galloped away. The rope was suddenly free of the weight, and forced Luke and
Resus to fall backwards–hard. Resus landed in a pile of rubble left from the
collapsed wall while Luke flew onto the floor.
“No!” Luke yelled as the kidnapper’s triumphant laughter and the
girls’ protests began to fade away.
Resus stumbled out of the ruins, and Luke scrabbled to get up
hastily. They stared in shock at the dark runaway figures, a speck on the
horizon now. The only sounds that could be heard in the silence that followed
was Rose, wailing even more loudly at the absence of her older sibling.
“This is not good… not good at all,” groaned Resus, standing up
unsteadily and falling over almost immediately.
“This is the worst birthday,” Rose sniffled, “EVER!”
Luke walked over to the disheveled birthday girl. “Don’t worry,
we’ll bring them back,” he assured.
“Er, one question, Luke…” Resus made his way over to his best
friend. “How exactly are we going to do that?”
Honestly, Luke himself had no idea. “Well,” he said, “I guess we’ll
have to start from scratch.”
“Excuse me?”
“We have to think of some tactical approach to this.”
Resus stared. “Are you suggesting we sit around doing nothing while
our friends get carried away by a weirdo?” he yelled, then instantly
regretted it, clutching his ringing head.
“Of course not,” Luke retorted. “I’m suggesting that we get help from
a certain author…” He looked at his vampire friend. “And I don’t think
we’ll get far with your current headache. Not to mention my hand,” he added,
looking at the tiny slivers of metal in his right hand.
Resus scowled. His friend was right, and without help, they would be
searching blindly in the wrong places. “Alright,” he grumbled. “Now where’s
Mr.Skipstone?”

–Chapter 3–
-The Intrusion-

A figure in a rusting silver armor was perched atop the pitch-black
horse, creaking as he moved. The horse kicked a brick away from the floor
with its firm silver hooves, setting off sparks. It had a white saddle with
an odd symbol on it. The armored intruder creaked and moved once more,
looking down at Rose with an accusing glare.
“You’re in my way, squirt!” he growled, for it was certainly a he, if
not a grouchy one. He pointed his arms at Rose, shoving the stunned girl
backwards roughly with a strong push.
“Eek!” cried Rose as the impact threw her across the room. At first,
it seemed that Rose would have broken her back–but as the smoke cleared,
everyone could see that the little girl had managed to order vines to catch
her just in time, a few centimeters away from the wall. She reached the floor
gently, and started to wail in fright.
“Wahhh!” cried Rose. Lily rushed to her little sibling and attempted
to sooth her.
“Shh, it’s okay, Lily’s here…,” she whispered, hugging her
frightened younger sibling. Then the half-ghost glared up at the unwanted
visitor and snapped, “Do you mind? This is my sister!”
The figure leaned backwards in surprise, making the armor screech in
doing so. “Really?” he remarked, “It is a surprise a squirt like that is
related to a beauty such as yourself!” This only resulted in louder wails
from Rose.
Lily was in shock. “Excuse me?” she choked out in a mixture of shock
and anger. “How dare you… you… you insolent knight-imitator!” she managed
to find a name for the intruder.
“Why, my fair lady! I am a genuine knight! In fact, I graduated from
Ye Ol’ Knights of the Round Tabl–”
“Yeah, yeah, we don’t need to know your entire whereabouts,” Resus
snapped. “Why don’t you just start with why you broke into this house?” he
demanded, his fangs glinting in the lights from the chandelier above.
The intruder froze, and then kicked his feet out at the vampire
with surprising force, causing him to crash into the snack table. Assorted
sweets went flying into the air as the table overturned.
“Resus!” everyone but the mysterious–and quite rude–knight shouted
out simultaneously.
Cleo rushed to his side and shook him gently. “You okay?” she asked,
Luke hurrying to her side. Lily was still hugging Rose tightly, but looking
over to their side worriedly.
“Yeah…,” Resus groaned.
Cleo turned her attention to the armored figure as well. “You!” she
snapped. “What is WRONG with you?!”
The knight remained oblivious. “Another fair lady that needs the help
of a brave knight?” he asked, grabbing her hand.
Cleo slapped it away. “No thank YOU. You just kicked one of my best
friends into a table!”
“He is a vampire,” said the intruder, rather haughtily, “and
therefore needs to be disposed of. He is a dangerous pest, missy.”
Cleo managed to cough out a “EXCUSE ME?” and Luke, having heard this,
felt anger bubbling inside of him. He strode up to the knight, quite furious.
In one swift move, Luke cracked the armor’s helmet, his right arm now that of
a werewolf’s. The intruder gasped dramatically and flicked his horse’s reins,
causing the animal to jerk up and fling Luke to the other side of the room.
Luke winced in pain, his arm returning to normal. “Ow…” There were
slivers of the helmet stuck in his hand.
The intruder straightened his rusty helmet. “Do you still not see?
This one is a wretched animal!” he declared, sniffing in disgust.
Lily and Cleo were both speechless in shock. This knight-wannabe had
just simply destroyed the left wall, struck down two of their friends, and
ruined the entire birthday party in a matter of seconds.
“Do not worry, damsels in distress! I will save you from these
outlaws!” the armored figure said. And with one grand, dramatic swing of his
hand, he swooped Cleo and Lily onto his horse.

–Chapter 2–
-The Uninvited Guest-

When the boys reached Scream Street No. 33, they burst through the
door noisily.
Cleo turned around and said, “They’re FINALLY here. Took them long
enough.”
“YAY!!!” Now-seven-year-old Rose came running out, wearing a red
skirt and a blue shirt.
A banner on the wall read ‘Happy Halloween birthday, Rose!’ and the
wall itself was sparkling with glitter. On a nearby table was a bunch of
goods, each hanging from a piece of string. Hmm… Wonder what that’s for.
“Party games first!”
Cleo, Resus, Luke, and Lily all stared at Rose, who said, “What?”
Lily knelt down to face her little sister. “Rose… We planned to eat
the cake, and THEN play games, remember?”
Rose pouted. “No! PARTY GAMES FIRST!!”
As she yelled, a nearby empty flower pot trembled and sprouted a
vine. Luke frowned; he should have known. A quarter of Rose was pure nature
sprite. She was only three quarters normal. If she wanted to, she could
probably bring down all of Scream Street… with vines and animals.
“Okay, it’s your birthday,” said Luke, holding up his hands in
surrender.
“Yay!” she said, and led them to the table.

Honestly, that girl was scary.

“I’ve been wondering about those,” said Cleo. “What are they for?”
Rose smiled broadly. “You have to catch one of those candies with a
rope, like a cowboy!” Her eyes went dreamy, like she did so many times
before. “I wonder if there’s a cowboy who gives out candy for free…”
The gang just looked at each other and shrugged. It WAS Rose they
were talking about, after all.
As Cleo grabbed a bunch of bandages from her duffel bag to lend
everyone, Resus took a gold coil of rope out of his cape.
“What is that?” asked Cleo suspiciously.
“Something I bought” was Resus’s blunt answer.
Grinning, he threw the rope (without even making a loop at the end!)
and watched as it wrapped around a pack of chocolate.
“Resus…,” Cleo said, “what IS that?”
Missing the threatening tone in her voice, the vampire continued to
grin and started to boast.
“I told you, it’s something I bought–at Everwell’s,” he said,
swinging the rope, “on sale. You guys really should have gone to that
wholesale–” He was cut off as Cleo snatched the coil of rope with one of her
bandages that was conjured out of thin air. “Hey!”
“Stop cheating,” Cleo demanded.
“I’m not cheating!” Resus cried indignantly.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are TOO.”
“Am NOT.”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“No!” (This is Cleo trying to trick him.)
“Yes! … Wait, what?” (Apparently, he fell for it.)
“Ha! I just tricked ya!” taunted Cleo.
As a triumphant Cleo ran around the room, Resus chased after her in
order to retrieve his stolen possession. Luke and Lilly just stared after
them in a I-knew-this-would-happen manner, while Rose continued to daydream
about a certain candy-distributing cowboy. There was a loud THUMP as Cleo
fell, her foot catching up in Resus’s cape and pulling him down with her.
“OUCH!”
Rose stopped daydreaming (For once!) and floated over to where they
were in a crumpled heap, tangled in the vampire’s cape. Giggling, she took
one end of the cape and yanked it. Resus rolled onto the floor, with Cleo
right under him.
“Oww…”
“Stop fighting! It’s my birthday, and everyone should be happy!”
As the two calmed down and helped each other up, a whinnying horse
could be heard, alarmingly close.
“What was that?” whispered Lily, all senses alert.
None of them got the chance to answer her as a black horse galloped
into the living room, crashing through the right brick wall and demolishing
it.