Thursday, October 19, 2017
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Mrs. Herbert was exhausted from her journey and went to bed early. Sometime later, she awoke to find a young boy dressed in white pajamas, kneeling beside her bed. He stared at her with the saddest eyes she had ever seen. His face was so thin and drawn she was sure that, if he tried to stand up, he would surely keel right over.
The boy's silent expression pleaded with Mrs. Herbert. She sat up in bed and studied his face more carefully. As she did, she heard a voice inside her head: "Call mummy, call mummy. She's in the next room."
Mrs. Herbert knew that the boy wasn't one of the Ross children; they were all grown and living abroad.
She looked at his face again. His expression was so insistent that she finally said out loud: "Mummy."
Immediately his hands began to claw at her arm.
"Please," his face said. "Please I need your help. Please."
His pleading look upset her so much that her eyes filled with tears.
"Mummy," she said again.
He reached toward her and placed his hands on her shoulders, as if he were begging her to call his mother again.
"Mummy!" she called in a loud, clear voice.
At that moment, he disappeared. And Mrs. Herbert was so overcome with fatigue that she fell asleep and didn't awake until Mrs. Ross knocked on her door the next morning.
She told Mrs. Ross about her encounter with the boy.
"I never heard a sound," Mrs. Ross said.
"I'm not sure how loudly I was speaking," Mrs. Herbert explained. "I'm sure I thought I was screaming. He was so desperate. The look in his eyes was so pitiful. And when he clawed my arm, the sensation was so vivid that I can still feel it now." She rubbed her forearm.
"I'm sure I would have been quite scared," Mrs. Ross said. "Being a ghost and all."
"But that's the odd part," Mrs. Herbert replied. "I wasn't frightened at all. I just felt so badly for the boy. "
By evening, Mrs. Herbert was so upset about the boy's visit that Mrs. Ross questioned her next-door neighbor who had lived at Vicarage Farm her entire life.
"Did a little boy ever die in the house?" she asked.
"Yes, my brother Johnnie," the neighbor said.
"Then come next door with me and listen to my friend. She has had an experience you'll want to hear. "
Mrs. Herbert's story upset the neighbor so much that she cried. "You saw Johnnie--my brother--who died when he was five," she said. Forty-four years earlier, in 1921, he had become ill. At that time, the house had not been divided, and Johnnie's bedroom was the one now used by Mrs. Herbert.
"He had meningitis," the neighbor said, "and he became terribly thin. The way you describe him is how he looked before he died. It was such an awful time for all of us. Sometimes he had spells when he seemed quite normal; then there were times when he'd shout with pain and cry and call for Mummy, as if he couldn't bear it."
During the last few months of his life, he lay in his mother's bedroom--the one now used by Mrs. Ross. During that hot summer, his mother and sister took turns placing ice on his forehead in a futile attempt to reduce his temperature. Finally, on August 21st, he died, an emaciated boy of five.
"I can't believe that you saw him," the neighbor said to Mrs. Herbert.
"Oh yes, he was definitely there," Mrs. Herbert said. "It was no dream."
"I'm overjoyed," was all the neighbor could say. That night, and for the rest of her stay at Vicarage Farm, Mrs. Herbert's sleep was undisturbed. The little boy's ghost was never seen again.
Copyright © James M. Deem. Originally published in Ghosthunters (Avon, 1992). All rights reserved
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Monday, October 16, 2017
excerpted from Spooky Maryland
retold by S.E. Schlosser
Once there was an old woman who went out in the woods to dig up some roots to cook for dinner. She spotted something funny sticking out of the leaves and dug around until she uncovered a great big hairy toe. There was some good meat on that toe which would make a real tasty dinner, so the old woman put it in her basket and took it home.
When she got back to her cottage, the old woman boiled up a kettle-full of hairy toe soup, which she ate for dinner that night. It was the best meal she'd had in weeks! The old woman went to bed that night with a full stomach and a big smile.
Along about midnight, a cold wind started blowing in the tops of the trees around the old woman's house. A large black cloud crept over the moon and from the woods, a hollow voice rumbled: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!" Inside the house, the old woman stirred uneasily in her bed and nervously pulled the covers up over her ears.
From the woods there came a stomp-stomp-stomping noise as the wind whistled and jerked at the treetops. In the clearing at the edge of the forest, a hollow voice said: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!" Inside the house, the old woman shuddered and turned over in her sleep.
A stomp, stomp, stomping sound came from the garden path outside the cottage. The night creatures shivered in their burrows as a hollow voice howled: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!" Inside the house, the old woman snapped awake. Her whole body shook with fright as she listened to the angry howling in her garden. Jumping out of bed, she ran to the door and barred it. Once the cottage was secure, she lay back down to sleep.
Suddenly, the front door of the cottage burst open with a bang, snapping the bar in two and sending it flying into the corners of the room. There came the stomp, stomp, stomping noise of giant feet walking up the stairs. Peeping out from under the covers, the old woman saw a massive figure filling her doorway. It said: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!"
The old woman sat bolt upright in terror and shouted: "I ATE your hairy toe!"
"Yes, you did," the giant figure said very gently as it advanced into the room.
No one living in the region ever saw the old woman again. The only clue to her disappearance was a giant footprint a neighbor found pressed deep into the loose soil of the meadow beside the house. The footprint was missing the left big toe.
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
The Fall rally is an exciting time for our Trojans to have some fun and relax! We will have Estancia high school football, band, and cheer performing. Also, our own Tewinkle cheer and band will be showing us their skills! The fall rally will be happening next Thursday in the gym.