Creepy Little Kid

Adam was told by everyone he was a creepy little kid. His favorite holiday was Halloween. He knew the difference between a ghost, a ghoul, and a goblin. He liked to tell everyone that a ghost was a soul of the dead, a ghoul was a creature that eats stolen corpses and children, and a ghoul was a grotesque elf.

His favorite game was zombie tag in the cemetery by his house with his friends.

Black was his all-time favorite color.

His hobby was scaring people if they had the hiccups.

He studied the names of bones in the human body for fun and had a skeleton hanging up in his room.

He named his dog Bloodbone.

He wasn’t allowed to watch scary movies, but secretly kept a diary of all the names of movies that sounded scary like “Blood Red Sunrise Surprise” and “Till Death and Zombies Do Us Apart.”

But one thing he didn’t love was being called a creepy little kid. He wasn’t really creepy, he thought. He just loved spooky music, moonless nights, and stories of vampires.

He was looking forward to Halloween all year long. He had stockpiles of fake blood, terrifying masks, and hideous costumes. He even had a costume ready for his dog Bloodbone.

When Halloween arrived, he could nearly contain his excitement. He and Bloodbone walked into the chilly fall evening ready to fight any zombies or vampires that might come his way.

His mom bid him out the door, “Go get him, creepy little kid.”

“Mom!” he said. “Don’t call me that.”

He knocked on the first door.

A little girl answered the door with candy in her hand. She screamed when she saw him and threw the candy at him and Bloodbone.

Hmm. That didn’t go as expected, he thought.

I think I frightened her, he thought.

He knocked on the second door.

A man holding a kitten answered the door.

The kitten bolted out of his hands and hid behind his couch.

“Looks like your dog scared my Pepper,” he said. “She is not usually a scaredy cat.”

The third door he knocked on, an elderly grandmother answered.

“Well, aren’t you cute,” she said.

“Huh! What? Cute? Me? Cute?” he thought.

He’d rather be a creepy little kid than cute for pete’s sake.

Just then, he had a thought. A light bulb flickered over his head.

“I don’t want to be creepy or cute,” he said.

“I am just a little kid. That’s what I’d like to be called. A kid.”

For the rest of the night, he and Bloodbone scared the neighbors in their costumes or were called precious. He corrected them and told them I am just a kid and my favorite holiday is Halloween.

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I wasn’t going to post this story until we got closer to Halloween, but I am yearning for the heat of the summer to dissipate and for cooler fall weather. I am feeling blue because the kids did not like my story of the mean monkeys. One child said, “It is sort of funny, not really.” Another child called it “weird.” Maybe they will like this one better. I hope I can write a really good one that they will like soon.  Trial and error, I suppose.

My poetry magnets for kids came in the mail. I hope they have fun with them next class. Have a great weekend!

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