TIMES, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 2014 • 22 ©Times Newsweekly - 2013 - SCARY STORY Ridgewood Times / Times Newsweekly Scary Story Contest (photo: Robert Pozarycki) This year’s Scary Story Contest winners received their prizes during a ceremony Monday night, Nov. 17, at the Ridgewood Library. Shown (from left to right) are Melanie Pozarycki, contest director; contest winners Natalie Vihodet, Meagan Reynoso and Josiah Moltz; and Kiwanis Club of Glendale President Ken Voysin. Jennifer L. Murillo, who won second prize in the Grades 6-8 Division, was not in attendance. The 2014 Times Newsweekly Scary Story Contest, cosponsored by the Kiwanis Club of Glendale, was another smashing success, with hundreds of entries received. Thanks again to all the teachers who presented submissions from their classes and all those who made the Scary Story Contest possible, including Maureen Walthers, publisher of the Times Newsweekly; the Glendale Kiwanis; and the Ridgewood public library, which hosted the award ceremony. Lastly, thanks again to all of the young writers who penned terrific stories. Keep writing, and don’t forget to dare to scare us next year! NATALIE VIHODET - 5th Grade, P.S. 174, Rego Park MEAGAN REYNOSO - 8th Grade, Ave Maria Catholic Academy, G R A D E S 3, 4, 5 G R A D E S 6, 7, 8 G R A D E S — SEE NIGHT OF THE BLACK CAT ON PG. 57 — — SEE UNTITLED ON PG. 57 — JOSIAH MOLTZ - 4th Grade, P.S. 174, Rego Park JENNIFER MURILLO - 8th Grade, I.S. 162, Bushwick 3, 4, 5 G R A D E S 6, 7, 8 The Night Of The Black Cat Molly entered what was supposed to be her new home. Her parents rented a medieval castle that they said was “supposed to give Molly a wider understanding of the world and different cultures around her.” She should always expand her horizons, even if it means going out of Molly’s comfort zone. Bosh! At least it was only for a couple of months. The stone walls were cold and the air was thick and heavy. What did her parents expect her to do—become a countess and live in this place? Yuck! Besides, it was infested with mold and everything creaked, like in horror movies. It had about a hundred rooms with almost half of them locked. Having nothing better to do, Molly decided to look around. She entered the dark and murky rooms, and finally came to the door at the end of the hall. She peeked inside, Untitled Howard Beach Tic tok,” I whisper coldly to the bare wall in front of me. “Tic tock goes the clock.” I’ve been locked up in this clustered cell for 23 years. Just me, a bed, the wall and a piece of chalk. All be cause of what, though? I killed her, my wife. Big deal, she was going to leave me anyway. I couldn’t stand the thought of her in another man’s arms; it sickened me. So on June 6th, the night I knew she was going to leave me, I wrapped my hands around her neck and tightened my grip. She begun shaking and begging for mercy, but I couldn’t let go, it was so... satisfying. Then she gave up and I couldn’t do anything but smile because my wife will always be mine. What seemed like minutes later, the cops found me. I mean, it was obvious that I killed her. I had a smile on my face, one that bared my The Cursed Pumpkin One night a full moon was out. Way out in a pumpkin patch something was stirring. It was a witch! This particular witch was looking for pumpkins to make her pumpkin stew. While she was looking for pumpkins, she tripped over a little pumpkin. The witch was furious. “You dumb pumpkin,” she cried. “You made me trip and get mud on my best dress!” The witch looked horrid with mud on her dress. Even without mud on her dress, she looked horrid. Her fingernails were huge and green with mold; her hair was black and looked like it hadn’t been combed in years. The witch was so mad, she cursed the pumpkin. The curse made the pumpkin evil. Once he was carved, he would come alive and destroy things. By the night of Halloween, he would be invincible. The Vampire Queen’s Tale It was thundering all night long, lightning struck the sky, I was on my throne watching my minions slave over me. Anyone who betrayed me would get a cruel punishment that everyone feared—death. It is Halloween night. The night me and my minions go to feed. With my powers, I can track down those sweetblood humans and suck their blood dry. It’s midnight now, the perfect time to attack! I gathered up the minions and we ran with super-fast speed to the town. Right outside the town, I smelled something that burned my throat: blood. I looked over to my left and saw two teenagers dressed as Little Red Riding Hood coming my way. I hid behind the trees, waiting to jump out and feed. They came closer, closer and my throat burned even more. — SEE THE CURSED PUMPKIN ON PG. 57 — — SEE THE VAMPIRE QUEEN’S TALE ON PG. 57 —
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