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FINISH THE STORY ENTRIES FROM OCTOBER
(Story 1) I swear the lock on locker 312 was open when I walked past it a minute ago. But now, it's firmly shut. What's worse is the sound—a muffled, slow tap... tap... tap... coming from the inside, like something is trying to get out. I know I should just keep walking, but my feet are frozen to the tile floor. Then, slowly, long, dark, shadowy hands creep out of the locker. The locker slams open! All I can see are tiny beady eyes staring at me, and a long, creepy smile, and all it is doing is staring until it reaches for me and jerks me into the locker with it. I wake up, but not in my own bed, but in the locker now, all I can do is tap tap tap until someone is just curious enough to approach me.
(Story 2) I swear the lock on locker 312 was open when I walked past it a minute ago. But now, it's firmly shut. What's worse is the sound—a muffled, slow tap... tap... tap... coming from the inside, like something is trying to get out. I know I should just keep walking, but my feet are frozen to the tile floor. I step over to locker 312 and slowly inch open the door. Nothing’s there. “Whew!” I sigh in relief. “Silly me! It’s just Halloween, not the zombie apocalypse!” But when I turn to leave, the halls start to shake. The lights flicker on and off. Doors swing wildly on their hinges, and desks overturn. Then I hear… a voice? No, more like a growl. “WHO DARES DISTURB THE MONSTER OF LOCKER 312?” the voice rasps. I scream, and pick up a pair of scissors and a book that fell out of a nearby locker. “YOU MUST PAY!” screams the voice, and a gooey substance starts to ooze out of locker 312. I turn around and run down the hallway as the slime monster builds itself and chases after me. The next time I turn around, it’s right on my tail. I yelp and throw the book and scissors, but it only sinks into the monster’s stomach. “RAWR!” it growls and chases me even faster. I run into a science lab and shut the door behind me. “Think, think, think!” I say as the slime monster starts to slide through the keyhole in the doorknob. Then I see a big jug of vinegar beside some cardboard volcanoes. “Of course!” I say. “Vinegar dissolves slime!” I grab a beaker or two and arm myself. When the goo slides in, I am ready. I toss the vinegar at the monster, and it immediately starts to bubble away. “SHREEEEEIK!” it howls as it melts into a little green puddle. I race out of the lab, through the hallways, and out the double doors of the school. “My parents are NEVER going to believe me!” I say as I race down the street.