News and Opinions from the Students of Berkshire School
Horror Story
November 16, 2014
By Jack Harrison
On a dark gloomy night in October, 4 young lads from Berkshire School thought it was wise to stay the night on the mountain, despite having heard the rumours. They were intrigued to see if they were real or not; either way, they were in for trick or treat. They stood at the start of the daunting path and looked up to the sky, noticing the full moon with a thin glazed cloud covering it. Jimmy, the eldest one in the group, said “Oh look boys, it’s a full moon! We’re in for a treat tonight!” sniggering with a smirk on his face. Little did he know, there were many tricks that lurked around in the midst of the woods at night. They started their hike up through the mysterious dark path with wretched branches that looped over the top, leaving no room for light. As they swayed eloquently in the wind, the branches seemed to be reaching out to touch the children with their
pointy fingers of venom. After a short hike the boys stopped at an empty site, engulfed by tall trees looming down on them. They spent an hour setting up their tents and compiling wood in the middle for their fire. By this time, it had almost struck twelve. The boys gathered around the spitting fire and began to tell stories. Jimmy began with his story: “Long long time ago, on the campus of Berkshire School, there were three little faculty children that lived there. They grew up together as naughty as can be, playing everyday and causing mischief within the school. Every teacher hated these 3 little children apart from their parents, who thought they were angels that had fallen from heaven. So it may seem being at home, however once they were out of the house, the tricks they created were full of menace and pure evil. One particular trick they used involved old
Mr. Anselmi being attacked by a possesed baby at the Halloween dance. Photo by Simran Chatani.
rusty nails. They used to screw these poisoning nails through the clothes of teachers very delicately so they wouldn’t notice, and nail them to their chairs. There were rumours that they used some sort of wizardry to complete these nasty tricks; however, it was forever unknown. One day these three little boys went for a hike at the end of October and never returned. A search party was sent out to find them on the mountain, however they were nowhere to be found. Rumour has it that they remain on this very mountain and haunt everyone who spends the night here.” Just as he said those last few words, a gust of wind came and blew out the fire. Complete darkness. The boys looked around to find each other, but they could see nothing. A loud scream suddenly came from the Jimmy’s left, another instantly from his right. Complete silence. Just as Jimmy was about to say something, another ear-piercing scream came ahead of him. Jimmy scrambled over the burnt ash and crawled into his tent and zipped the zipper shut as fast as he could. His hands were shaking out of control from nerves. He lay in his sleeping bag, in a fetal position quivering wildly. He closed his eyes and thought of all the happy times that he and his friends had together, which calmed him down. He roughed up the courage and stepped out of his tent cautiously. He shouted their names, but there was no answer; however there was a creepy whispering noise that came between the tall looming trees that repeated “Follow us Jimmy; if you want your precious little friends follow.” Jimmy’s emotions were flying around in the air: his nerves, anxiety, fear and hope. He decided to follow the chilled whisper into the woods; he had nothing else to lose. When he passed the final tree, he saw three large crosses with the moonlight behind. He could not see because of the glare, but as he raised
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