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!)

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