A Kid-Authored Tale of Terror, Part 4

October 31st, 2011 by

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Happy Halloween!

Or maybe we should just say, “It’s Halloween!” and leave off the “Happy” part, because we’ve got quite the frightening post for you today… To mark All Hallow’s Eve, we’re posting the final installment of the spine-tingling story “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” by 12-year-old author Naomi Wolfrey.

First, read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 to see what leads up to today’s spooky conclusion. Then after you’ve finished the story, enter for a chance to win Dancing With The Pen, a collection of youth writing where “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” was first published. And then go trick-or-treating, obviously!

But before you get all hyped up on sugar, we present to you… the conclusion of “The Stuffing In The Bathtub,” written by Naomi Wolfrey, with photos added by us:

I set Teddy down on my bed, and then Erin walks in.

“Gee, Steph, Your doll looks kind of evil with that creepy smile on her face.” Then she walks out.

I turn to look, and she’s right. Clarice’s once-innocent half-smile has been replaced by an evil grin. That’s where I draw the line. I pick up the doll, chuck her into a nearby cardboard box and tape the lid closed. Now that that’s done with, I can go to bed. So I do.

The next morning, I zip over to the box and open it. No doll.


I yell, “Mom! Did you take a doll out of this box?”

No answer. I stick my head down the hallway and yell again, “Mom?”

I hear laughter behind me. Creepy laughter. I turn, saying, “Huh?”

A scream, then silence.

THE END

Whoa… Is that freaky or what???!!!

Thanks again to Naomi Wolfrey for letting us publish her awesome tale of terror here on Kidsmomo, and to Dallas Woodburn from Write On! For Literacy for providing a copy of Dancing With The Pen for our sweeps. If YOU enjoyed “The Stuffing In The Bathtub,” check out the whole collection of youth writing — enter for a chance to win the book for yourself!

Then go out and get some CANDY! Nom nom nom…

A Kid-Authored Tale of Terror, Part 3

October 30th, 2011 by

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Happy Halloween!
Today, we’re posting the third installment of “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” by 12-year-old author Naomi Wolfrey. If you’ve already read the beginning of the story and you’re here to see what happens next, well, we salute you. You are one brave soul.

But if you haven’t read Part 1 and Part 2 yet, we should warn you: this story is FREAKY. Proceed at your own risk!

And after you’ve read Part 3, below, you can put yourself in a happier mental state by entering our sweeps for a chance to win a copy of Dancing With The Pen, a collection of youth writing where “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” was first published!

But now it’s time for Part 3 of “The Stuffing In The Bathtub,” written by Naomi Wolfrey, with photos added by us:


Finally, Erin came running in. I guess she was getting fed up with my screaming. “Steph, what happened?” she shrieked.

I said, “Look at Mr. Ted– I mean, my bear.”

“Yeah, so what?” she said, shrugging.

“So what? So what! He’s decapitated, that’s what!”

“So? Throw it out,” Erin said, disinterested.

“WHAT?” I exclaimed. “Never! He’s my best fri– I mean, my earliest memory!”

“You’re making way too big a deal out of this.”

“No I’m not!” I insisted. “And I think Clarice did it!”

“Who?” Erin asked.

“The doll!” I said.

Erin gave me her doubting look. And that’s where this whole story began.

So, Erin leaves, and I am alone again. Well, not completely alone. She — Clarice — is there, too.

I run out of my room, screaming and clutching the wounded Mr. Teddy.

“Mom!” I shout. I run into her in the hallway. “Help me, please! Mr. Teddy’s dying, do something!!”

She looks shocked and says, “Call nine-one-one! Where is he?”

“Um, right here!” I show her Mr. Teddy. I may have forgotten to mention that our next door neighbor’s last name is Teddy, too.

Mom gets this somewhat annoyed look on her face and says, “Stephanie, it’s a toy.”

I frown. “Just help me, please!”

“Fine,” she sighs. “I’ll get my sewing kit.”

“Yippee!” I give her a hug, then skip to my room. Guess where Clarice is? I have no idea, either! I flip out. I start looking around my room. When I open my dresser drawers, I shout, “Holy cabbage! Where are all my socks?”

I turn around and there is Clarice, napping on a pile of socks. I scream. (My voice is going to be very worn out soon.)

I gently lift her up and her eyes flash open. I guess she’s one of those dolls that open and close their eyes. I set her little body down on the doll bed, and back up slowly. Her eyes close. Then flash open. Then close. Um, must be a glitch.

How will it end? Check out the final chapter of “The Stuffing In The Bathtub.”

(And a giant thank you to Naomi Wolfrey for granting us permission to re-publish this stunningly spooky tale. Plus thank you to Dallas Woodburn from Write On! For Literacy for giving us the prizing for our sweeps!)

A Kid-Authored Tale of Terror, Part 2

October 29th, 2011 by

Happy Halloween!
If you stopped by Kidsmomo yesterday, then you know we’re counting down the days to Halloween with a frightful feature: Every day through the 31st, we’re posting part of the chilling short story “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” by 12-year-old author Naomi Wolfrey!

Here’s what to do:

1. Read Part 1, if you haven’t already.
2. Read Part 2, below.
3. Enter for a chance to win a copy of Dancing With The Pen, the collection of youth writing where “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” was originally published!

And now, get ready to be spooked! We present… the continuation of “The Stuffing In The Bathtub,” written by Naomi Wolfrey, with photos added by us:


I screamed.

Nothing. Either no one heard me or they were ignoring me as usual.

Then I realized my bear was gone. I shouted, “OMG where’s Mr. Teddy Stuffing Stuffers? My number one BFF is missing!”

I tore up my room looking for him. (Not literally, of course — my mother would have a fit.)

I couldn’t find him anywhere! I was seriously about to cry! Then I realized I hadn’t checked the bathroom. I bet Erin put him in there as a joke, I thought. I rushed in, but then I stopped cold. Because there, in the bathtub, was Mr. Teddy Stuffing Stuffers. Surrounded by stuffing. With no head. I screamed again.

As I walked out of the bathroom carrying the headless body, and the head too. I said out loud, “If this is is a joke, it’s a really sick one.” When I set him on the bed, I asked, “OMG Mr. Teddy, what happened?”

Oh, yeah right, I thought, like he’s going to answer me. He has no head!

When I glanced over to Clarice, I noticed her delicate little hands had some white stuffing on them.

And, for the first time that morning, I noticed some scissors on my nightstand. I screamed again, for the third time.

And then what?! Find out in Part 3 of “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” — at your own risk, of course…

(A big thanks to Naomi Wolfrey for granting permission for us to re-publish this super creepy story! Thanks also to Dallas Woodburn from Write On! For Literacy for providing the prize for our sweeps!)

A Kid-Authored Tale of Terror, Part 1

October 28th, 2011 by

Only a few days left till Halloween! And to get you in the mood, we’ve got a special Kidsmomo treat: a super spooky story written by a kid just like you!

Every day through Halloween, we’ll be posting part of the deliciously creepy short story “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” by 12-year-old Naomi Wolfrey.

It was originally published in Dancing With The Pen, an entire collection of writing by young people, edited by Dallas Woodburn, the founder of Write On! For Literacy. If you like “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” (which you surely will), then check out the whole book! You can even enter our sweepstakes for a chance to win a copy!

But first, you gotta read the story! So without further ado, we present… Part 1 of “The Stuffing In The Bathtub,” written by Naomi Wolfrey, with photos added by us:


“I’m serious!”

“You can’t be — that’s impossible. You’re crazy!” Erin stormed out of my room. She never believes a word I say. See, something crazy happened yesterday and you’ve got to believe me cause no one else will. I’ve had this teddy bear for as long as I can remember. And, don’t laugh, but I sleep with it.

The other day, my aunt came back from a business trip in Paris. Usually Aunt Amber brings back really cool presents. Such as once she got me Guitar Hero III for my birthday, and another time she got me an awesome laptop from Italy. But I guess this time she decided to change her pattern. She got me a doll. And I don’t mean a cheap plastic Barbie. No, I’m talking fancy porcelain with real hair and silk clothes. Yeah, it was expensive. So Aunt Amber really tried, but didn’t get it right. Because I’m thirteen and I don’t play with dolls. So it didn’t have much of an effect on me. Of course, I thanked her, but I wasn’t ecstatic about it. Then I brought Clarice, which is the doll’s name apparently, to my room and set her on my dresser.


Aunt Amber brought back some things for it — excuse me, for her — like a bed and pajamas, but I decided not to bother with that junk. I slipped on my pajamas, slid into bed, and went to sleep. But — and here’s where the whole creepy part began — when I woke up, the doll, Clarice, was lying on the bed next to me.

What happens next? Read Part 2 of “The Stuffing In The Bathtub” — if you dare…

(And a HUGE thank you to Naomi Wolfrey for granting us permission to re-publish this awesomely eerie story, as well as thanks to Dallas Woodburn for providing prizing for our sweeps!)