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Last week, one of the Dream Keepers wrote a scary story and shared it with the group. He had us all looking over our shoulders for ghosts. The author, Jaimie, is pictured above. His story follows. Enjoy!

Little Lyric

by Jaimie Bogard-LaMar


“Come on, Lyric,” said Deseree. “The last bell just rang.”


“I’m on the homecoming committee, remember?”


“Oh yeah. So you have to stay. Well, I’ll see you later. Just don’t be here alone,” said Deseree.


"Wonder what she means by ‘Don’t be here alone,’" thought Lyric.


After Lyric and the homecoming team were done for the day and about to leave, Lyric remembered. Uh oh, she thought. I left my jacket in the locker room. My mom said if I left it one more time, she wouldn’t let me go to the homecoming and all of my work would be for nothing. So, Lyric rushed to the locker room and saw her jacket lying on the bench. As she was about to grab it, she heard a banging sound. She looked around to see what it was. And she saw a locker door opening and closing by itself. Then she heard footsteps. Lyric grabbed her jacket and ran out of the building.


The next day she told Deseree what happened.


“I told you not to be here alone. Didn’t you hear what happened at this school?”


“What are you talking about,” asked Lyric.


Deseree said, “A long time ago, a girl was killed at this school. She was here alone in the locker room. A robber saw her and cut out her tongue before he killed her. This is why no one is ever here alone.”


“Stop playin’,” said Lyric.


“Seriously,” said Deseree. “Never be here alone.”


So that day, after the bell rang, Lyric was in the library working with the homecoming committee. She was so busy working she hadn’t noticed everyone was gone. Lyric jumped up and ran out the door. But then she remembered. Her jacket was still in there. So she ran back in to the locker room and grabbed her jacket. As she was about to leave, she noticed a duffel bag fill of money.


“Now you have to die,” said a voice.


She ran from the building and started towards home when she heard footsteps behind her.


Lyric made it all the way home, locked the door, and yelled, “Mom! Dad!” No one answered. She ran to the kitchen and found a note. It said, “Dear Lyric, We won’t be home for a few hours because we are working late. See you soon.”


"NOOOO!," thought Lyric, as she heard a loud scratching noise. She realized someone was cutting through the screen door. She ran upstairs to hide, as she heard him break the glass of the other door. She crawled under the bed and waited. Lyric looked out from under the bed and saw the ghost of the little girl holding her tongue in her hands. At that moment, the robber burst in and said, “Now you’ll end up just like she did.” He moved closer. Lyric’s parents came rushing into the room, catching a glimpse of the robber as he jumped out the window.

“What happened?” Asked Lyric’s parents.


Lyric said nothing. She never spoke again.


The end.

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