Monday, October 29, 2007

Monster Halloween Party recreated by Elaine

It was Halloween night, and Bailey the Mad Scientist had a mission for his assistant, Cole. "Find the Mummy King, the Werewolf, and the Vampire," he said. "Give them these invitations and bring them back here. They'll be part of my maddest, most brilliant creation ever! Wa-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

So Assistant Cole hurried off to the Mummy King's tomb. "Hello? Mummy King?" called Cole. "I just came to give you this invitation." But the Mummy King was afraid of Assistant Cole! He was hiding...somewhere in the tomb.

The Mummy King read the invitation and agreed to come back to the lab. "Now we need to find the Werewolf," Assistant Cole explained.

"Werewolf?!" the Mummy King cried. "Yikes!"

But the Werewolf was just as afraid of the Mummy King as he was of him. He was hiding in his favorite hiding place!

Assistant Cole convinced the Werewolf that there was no reason to be afraid and gave him the invitation. Then they all headed to the Vampire's castle. "Ahhh, monsters!" the Vampire shrieked when he saw them. Then, quick as a wink, he turned into a bat! The Mummy King and the Werewolf were so scared that they ran around looking for somewhere to hide.

Cole gave the Vampire the last invitation, and at last they all headed back to Bailey the Mad Scientist's mansion. But when they got there, everything was so spooky. Where was Bailey the Mad Scientist?

"Wa-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!" Bailey the Mad Scientist cackled. "Welcome to my party!" "A surprise Halloween party?" exclaimed Assistant Cole. "What a brilliant creation! Let's dance!" said Kyra, sister of Assistant Cole. Let's dance like Nana and I do to the Ellen DeGeneres show. And so everyone danced the Mummy Mambo, the Werewolf Boogie, and the Vampire Twist.

Thursday, October 11, 2007


by Edgar Allan Poe

TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.

It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.

I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha!

When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.

No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"


Fall Poem for the Ya Ya's October 2007

Bunny loves fall because she does it so often,
Katie has head colds, with sneezing and coughin',
Elaine starts to bake bread, usually with pumpkin,
Jessica begins her Target holiday shoppin',
Sandy lives with people that are constantly fartin',
Tina thinks she's funny but the others think she's rotten.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Hands Down

Well, I am not very good at scary stories at all, but I came across this recipe, and I thought it was neat, so this is what I am sharing for my assignment:

Spooky Gloved Munch Mix

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Prep Time: 10 min
Total Time: 10 min
Makes: 10, 1 filled hand each

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6 cups POST ALPHA-BITS Wholesome Sweetened Oat & Corn Cereal
4 cups popped popcorn
2 cups JET-PUFFED Miniature Marshmallows
1 cup dried mixed fruit
1 cup candy-coated chocolate pieces
100 candy corn pieces (about 1 cup)
10 clear large plastic food handlers' gloves
10 pieces raffia, each about 8 inches long

TOSS cereal with popcorn, marshmallows, dried fruit and chocolate candies in large bowl or toy witch's cauldron.
PLACE 1-1/4 cups of the snack mix in each of 10 small plastic bags. Give one to each child along with 10 pieces of candy corn, a plastic glove and piece of raffia. Have each child place 2 pieces of candy corn, with the white tips down, in each thumb and finger section of the plastic glove to resemble fingernails.
FILL gloves evenly with snack mix; tie closed with raffia.


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Prepare as directed, using POST HONEYCOMB Sweetened Corn and Oat Cereal or POST SPOON SIZE Shredded Wheat Cereal.

Tina's 2007 Halloweenie Story: Do Not Cry Wolf!

Camping at the UP State Parks is usually safe during the day but at night is another story. This is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. For simplicity sake, I’ll just use the names Tina, Sandy, Elaine, Bunny, Katie, and Jessica.

On a cool fall evening, the smoke of their campfire drifted up into the fully moonlit night, making contorted figures in the sky. They were all tired from the active day.

Their morning started out with an 8-mile hike, through the forest. After lunch, they rode their bikes 4 miles to the lake. While resting in the sun, (except for Tina because she recently had a basal cell removed-so she sat in the shade of an old Oak tree, with a yellow ribbon tied around it), the girls chatted about important matters like food, recipes, how many calories in Dale & Thomas’ popcorn, grocery shopping, and what would be for dinner.

A trip into town was needed for the new grocery list they hungered for. The girls piled into Jessica’s Pilemhigh SUV, which can seat 29 people, with plenty of room for grocery cargo. Elaine called shotgun, (she likes to read maps and give directions), and they headed into the little teeny tiny town of Wisenheimer, really-it’s true.

When they arrived at the teeny tiny little town’s General Store; Bunny tripped walking in and knocked over the display of fresh fruit. Katie and Tina just snickered and helped her pick up the bruised ‘barberry’ apples (Katie favorite). While Sandy flirted with the storeowner to smooth Bunny’s blunder over, Jessica noticed an odd-looking store clerk named Eddie. He was gnarled, hunched back, with a friendly snaggle tooth smile that warmed her heart. He had a kind look in his eye, yes, his one eye. Unfortunately, Jessica brought him to Elaine’s attention. From behind the fuzzy sock and slipper display, Elaine began to imitate him. Sandy, watching like a hawk, tried but failed to warn Elaine that the store clerk had turned and seen her. Needless to say but I will for the sake of this true story, one could only imagine that he would vow revenge. Da-da-DA!!!!!

With their appetites satisfied from Elaine’s deliciously prepared dinner (okay, now you know this is a tale), they curled up next to the campfire. Eventually, the laughter turned to quiet giggling, and one by one they drifted off to sleep……until…..the howling began. Elaine nudged Sandy, Sandy nudged Jessica, Jessica nudged Tina, Tina nudged Katie, Katie nudged Bunny, Katie nudged Bunny, Katie poked Bunny, and finally Sandy got up and kicked her chair. They all sat there, wide eyed, with hearts pounding…….listening to the howling which seemed to be getting closer and closer. What would they do if approached by wolves? They hadn’t brought any protection to ward off the prowling night creatures.

What was THAT? Their heads snapped around. Elaine pulled her blanket to where only her eyes were peeking over. In the opposite direction of the howling, they heard the brush rustling, branches snapping….then silence. Jessica stood up and grabbed the grilling fork. Sandy reached for the steak knife, neatly left on her plate. Tina grabbed the charcoal fluid and lighter. Katie nudged Bunny. Katie then realized that Bunny was her weapon of protection because if she had to run away and Bunny didn’t know to run……Katie stopped nudging Bunny.

Suddenly, two wolves leaped out of the darkness and stood drooling and growling. As the thoughts of preparing for fight or flight loomed in their head’s…….BOOM-----BOOM! Out of the woods came the shotgun blasts. Frozen in fear, not understanding what was happening right in front of their eyes, came the sound of footsteps from behind.

Sandy could see the silhouette of something but what? It was gnarled and hunched back. It was EDDIE! Eddie saved them! But why was he there? Why was he out in the woods at night… their campsite? Did he have something else in store for them?

When the girls realized what had just happened, seeing the bloody wolf carcasses, they became loud and hysterical. Sandy calmed Tina. Jessica calmed Elaine. Katie nudged Bunny. Katie nudged Bunny. Katie finally said screw it and pulled her blanket up for her.

Sandy and Jessica circled Eddie, forgetting about the shotgun in his hand. He told his story about how Elaine made him feel when he saw her. Everyone gulped…….as he continued about…… she warmed his heart with her smile. How he saw the look in her eyes of how much she appreciated the way he color coordinated the fuzzy socks and slippers aisle. What they all started to realize is that Eddie never saw Elaine making fun of him! His one eyed vision saved Elaine from what could have been a terrible misfortune.

Eddie explained he had heard one of the girl’s conversations earlier, about this being their first time to this campsite. Eddie feared that they didn’t realize the dangers that lurked at nightfall. He felt an urgency to head for their campsite and protect them. When he neared the campsite, he heard the howling and new the wolves were near. He prepared, in wait, for the approaching-howling creatures, hoping to be able to have a clear shot……and he did.

So, little gnarled, hunched back, snaggle toothed Eddie was our hero. Elaine and Eddie got married. They bought a crooked little pumpkin patch farm; raised 3 crooked little children, and lived happily ever after. The end. Oh, and Bunny went to a Sleep Disorder Treatment Center, got treated, married her doctor, and took us all on a trip to Hawaii! Now, the end.