2025 Spooky Story Competition

Watching and waiting, the house saw every tomb in Its eerie graveyard. Listening and stalking, the house Heard every patter of feet and whisper of fragile voices. Touching and sensing, the house felt every drop of Blood oozing into its hollow floorboards. Never talking, the house saw every horror in silence. Screams, broken dreams, the house held every nightmare Bestowed upon it until it was bursting at the seams.

For one night only the dead rose from their graves with twisted limbs And glacial breath, murmuring verses of vengeance and Rhymes of revenge. Their steps made no sound as they stumbled Through the snow, searching for souls. Who would be victimized tonight?

BY THEA MOYNIHAN