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الاستماع والقراءة

Jules Fier

A page-turning debut written in the tradition of R. L. Stine's Fear Street, Goosebumps or

Haunting Hour.

In the town of Riverville, there is a street.

It was a street where they used to hang witches.

It is a street where students from school are known to have vanished without a trace, even till today.

It is a street where strange things happen to people.

It is called Fox Street.

But kids at school call it by another name.

The Witch's Street.

One night Mary runs over a fox in the Witch’s Street. According to local superstitions, the foxes on that street are witches in disguise. Later on she sees that exact same fox on another street, the very same one she had just run over. Then bad things start happening around her.

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It was a very foggy night. It was also very cold. The wind was blowing the trees, making them shake and rattle. They stood tall, frightening shapes behind a curtain of fog.

It was the Fox Street Woods. Mary knew that she should not be here and let alone knew why she was out in the woods at this time. Up on the sky, she could see a tiny crescent moon. And then she started to hear the howling.

Mary was frightened. She was as scared as hell.

She could even hear her own heartbeat.

Please let this all be just some bad dream, Mary told herself.

Wishing it.

She saw no one else in sight.

The winds bend the grass.

The fog grows thicker.

Mary was looking all around her. Just the wide space of grass on the ground.

Mary wanted to get out of these woods.

She did not want to recall all those horror stories that she had heard or been told about this place.

And then she heard it.

A growl.

Mary did not want to turn around but she did.

Not more than seven feet away from her was a hulking monster.

It stood seven feet tall. Fur as white as snow.

Its fangs looked scary as it gnarled and its claws looked razor sharp.

Mary was thinking about stories she had heard about the legendary Abominable

Snowman. But this creature had the face and the snout of a fox.

Just like a werewolf.

But not a werewolf.

A werefox. And it was coming for her.

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Witch's Street

The Witch

A page-turning debut written in the tradition of R. L. Stine's Fear Street, Goosebumps or

Haunting Hour.

In the town of Riverville, there is a street.

It was a street where they used to hang witches.

It is a street where students from school are known to have vanished without a trace, even till today.

It is a street where strange things happen to people.

It is called Fox Street.

But kids at school call it by another name.

The Witch's Street.

One late night, Peter sneaks out of his house and goes to a bar called The Owl, to meet gorgeous ladies. As it turns out, the bar also happens to be in the Witch's Street. In The Owl, he meets Elizabeth, an attractive blonde woman in a red dress. Peter thinks he's in love with

Elizabeth, but there is more to her than meets the eye.

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“Honey, I’m off to bed!!!!” Peter’s mom calling out from her bedroom.

“Ok mom!!!!” Peter responded from the kitchen downstairs. He closed the kitchen door and was going to make himself a cup of tea.

As the kettle was boiling, he was thinking about the book he had just read.

The book had disturbed him.

And he didn’t want to believe it.

The pendant he wore was pictured on the book.

The antique dealer who gave it to him said that it was for good luck but that it also warded evil spirits away.

The pendant saved the vampire from draining the life force of the hunter.

He wore that pendant when Elizabeth kissed him.

He didn’t fell asleep.

She was draining him of his life force.

Because she was a vampire.

That was what vampires did. They fed on the life force of other people.

And the pendant that he threw away slowed her down or at least weakened her.

It saved his life.

Inside a house that wasn’t even hers, but one she was just using because she knew that no one lived there.

And she easily opened the door of that house, because she had supernatural strength.

When the kettle had finished boiling, he made himself a cup of tea.

He couldn’t believe what he was thinking.

It was crazy.

He knew that he couldn’t go to sleep right away and so went into the living room.

He placed his cup down by the table in front of the couch, switched the t. v. on and then sat down by the couch. He looked at the clock by the cupboard next to the t. v. It was already nearly midnight.

He just waited for the news to come on.

He needed to watch and know what was going on around the world.

To keep his mind off his worrying thoughts.

As Peter was sipping from his cup, he was listening to what the anchorman had to

say.

“… … . . he had been reported missing and never came home… ” the anchorman reported.

But as Peter saw the picture of the man on the t. v. , his heart was beating.

He dropped his cup on the floor, not fully paying attention to the sound that his dropping had made.

He saw the picture of the man who was missing.

He recognised who the missing man was.

It was the man from The Owl.

The one who was chatting with Elizabeth.

Oh my God!!!, Peter thought.

He was afraid.

He was afraid for his life.

And then the phone rang. His house had a phone, that was on top of a square table next to the couch.

He picked up the phone.

He wondered who would be calling his house at this time.

His mom’s boyfriend?

Perhaps a friend of hers?

Or maybe one of his?

“Hello?????”

Silence. But he could hear someone breathing on the other side.

“Hello?????” Peter repeated.

“Peter!!!!! Is that you!!!!!”

Peter recognised the voice.

Elizabeth’s voice.

His heart was beating.

“I know it’s you Peter!!!! I can even hear your heart beating!!!!” Elizabeth said.

He wasn’t sure what to do.

He had to lie.

“Sorry??? Who’s this????” Peter playing dumb.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know who this is!!!! I saw you going to the Town Hall today!!! You asked for information about house ten sixty-six!!! I also know that you’re just a high school student!!! I saw you walking out of your friend’s house and you were even carrying a book with you!!!!” Elizabeth sounded harsh.

“Look??? What do you want???” Peter demanded.

“I know you know the truth about me!!! And you better not tell anyone else about this conversation or else!!!!” Elizabeth warned.

The Lady In Red

A page-turning debut written in the tradition of R. L. Stine's Fear Street, Goosebumps or

Haunting Hour.

In the town of Riverville, there is a street.

It was a street where they used to hang witches.

It is a street where students from school are known to have vanished without a trace, even till today.

It is a street where strange things happen to people.

It is called Fox Street.

But kids at school call it by another name.

The Witch's Street.

A fortune teller warns Michelle, that her life is in grave danger. One day, one of her friends is going to kill her. Taking the warnings very seriously. Michelle stays on guard, trying to find out which one of her friends is out to get her… . . before it's too late!!!

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Somewhere In The Beginning Of The Year

“So what’s in store for me?????” Michelle Anderson asked Madame Marie.

“Let me concentrate dear, ” Madame Marie was inspecting the palm of Michelle’s right hand.

Michelle Anderson was a very pretty short-haired redhead, with emerald green eyes and very pale complexion. And she stood about 5 foot 5. She had often been mistaken for Scottish or Irish by many of her classmates back at Riverville High.

Right now she was at a fortune teller’s, having her palm read.

“Maybe I’ll have a nice big house!!! Maybe even marry someone rich!!

Someone tall!! Someone handsome!! Maybe someone from Spain or Italy!!!”Michelle flattered herself with lots of wishful thoughts.

Madame Marie looked very serious. She was a Jamaican lady who looked like she was in her fifties.

“Oh my!! This is not good!!! Not good at all!!!” Madame Marie was worried.

“Huh!!! What do you mean??” Michelle started to panic. She hated hearing bad news.

Madame Marie looked from Michelle’s palm to Michelle’s worried face.

“My child!!!! It was a good thing that you came to see me of all days!!!!” Marie was relieved.

“What?? What do you mean??? You’re kind of scaring me!!!” Michelle cried.

“Sometimes the spirits work in mysterious ways!! Perhaps it was they who will you to come see me today!!” Marie was serious.

Michelle wanted to retract her hand from the fortune teller but her instincts made her felt that her life depended on what Madame Marie had to say. “So are you going to tell me what it is???” she asked.

“You are in grave danger my child!!!” Marie spoke.

“Danger??? What kind of danger???” Michelle had to know.

“Your life is at stake!! But not to worry!! It is not today!! Not even tomorrow!!!”

Marie assured.

Michelle was annoyed.

Not today?? Not tomorrow?? So when??, Michelle thought.

Michelle wanted to cut to the chase.

“Why is my life in danger???” Michelle asked.

Madame Marie gazed back at her right palm.

Marie even moved the tip of her right hand’s pointing finger all over the hand-lines on Michelle’s palm, normally used by spiritual experts to tell someone how long their life expectancy was or how many children they were going to have in life.

Madame Marie looked back at Michelle’s very worried face.

“All I can tell you is that from now on you must be on your guard!!!!” Marie cautioned.

“Ok!! I’ll do that!!!” Michelle was trying to be analytical.

She was on the verge of being sceptical about Madame Marie.

“And one other thing!!!” Madame Marie warned.

“And what is that????” Michelle asked.

“Beware of who your friends are!!! Not all of them who are what they seem!!!”

Madame Marie warned. “A wolf in sheep’s clothing!!!!”

Her life was at stake because of who she hung out with.

“Thanks!!!! I’ll remember that!!!!” Michelle said.

Madame Marie then moved her fingers by Michelle’s veins, squeezing it and pulling the girl’s upper body by her right hand. Pulling Michelle much closer to her over the table.

“This is not a joke child!!!! Heed my warning!!! Heed it before it is too late!!!

Beware of you hang out with!!! Someone who you think is your friend will try to kill you!!!!” Madame Marie warned.

The Warning

A page-turning debut written in the tradition of R. L. Stine's Fear Street, Goosebumps or

Haunting Hour.

In the town of Riverville, there is a street.

It was a street where they used to hang witches.

It is a street where students from school are known to have vanished without a trace, even till today.

It is a street where strange things happen to people.

It is called Fox Street.

But kids at school call it by another name.

The Witch's Street.

Chris had just moved in with his mom, into Fox Street a. k. a. The Witch's Street. One evening he wakes up in his bedroom, realizing that he had been chatting with a girl online, one he had never met before. He had no recollection of how he had ended up chatting with her. And in school, the kids tease him, saying that his house is haunted. Strange things start happening to Chris and he is getting to the bottom of it. Before it's too late.

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“Honey don’t you think you should get some sleep????” Chris’s mom was calling out to him from outside his bedroom.

Chris was hunched over his laptop, being online. His bedroom light was off and the only source of light came from the laptop screen.

He saw the timer in his laptop screen. It was nearly midnight.

“Just doing some online research for my assignment mom!!!!” Chris lied.

He was chatting to strangers in some chat room.

“Well I’m off to bed!!! Don’t stay up too late!!! You got school tomorrow!!!

Night!!!” his mom made her last yawn for that night.

“Night mom!!!!” Chris was polite.

Chris yawned. He was talking to strangers from all over the world. None interested him.

Chris closed his eyelids for a while but when he opened them again, he was shocked.

“I must have fallen asleep!!!!” Chris looking at the time. It was half-past-one in the morning.

Chris stared at his screen, surprisingly.

It was widescreen.

He saw his only chat room nick and a second nick.

“Was I talking to someone???” Chris was puzzled.

He didn’t remember talking to someone. He stared at the screen again. From what he could see, it seemed that he and this other individual had been chatting.

In private.

Red Rose says: What a coincidence. You live in Riverville too. Too bad I don’t

go to Riverville HighWalking Zombie says: Yeah too bad. Hey how about we meet up!

Walking Zombie was Chris’s nick. Chris read on.

Red Rose says: When and where?

Their last conversation ended about ten minutes ago.

I hope she is still online!!!!, Chris thought.

Ever since he moved to Riverville, he hadn’t made much friends as he didn’t really click it with anyone.

He was also pretty sure that he was talking to a she, as what male would ever call himself a ‘rose’.

Chris typed again to the screen.

Walking Zombie says: Are you still there?

He hoped she was still online. He wanted someone to really hang out with.

After a minute, he had a reply.

Red Rose says: Yes I’m still here. Afraid that I chased you off

Chris smiled, typing more words online.

Walking Zombie says: No you didn’t. I had to go downstairs

for a while to see if someone was out there. Turned out to be no one

He then saw her response.

Red Rose says: So you wanna meet up tomorrow?

He smiled, typing more words.

Walking Zombie says: Yes sure. Where and when?

He waited with uncontrolled excitement until she responded.

Red Rose says: How about Riverville Mall. At the top floor. In front of that empty shop that’s being renovated. Let’s say four in the afternoon. Chris smiled. He may not remembered how he ended up chatting with this “girl” but he was glad that he did, although he didn’t even expect that something like this would happen.

Chris responded.

Walking Zombie says: I don’t even know what you look like. Do you have a pic?

After ten seconds, he saw his response.

Red Rose says: Let’s make it a surprise. I’ll wait for you tomorrow at the top floor of

Riverville Mall. It would be much more interesting for the two of us if we finally get to see each other’s faces. That way I’ll finally who is this Walking Zombie that I have been chatting with and you’ll finally know who is this Red Rose behind this screen.

Chris pondered but then thought why not and how it would be such a cool idea. He responded.

Walking Zombie says: Yeah that does sound much cooler.

Red Rose says: C u tomorrow at 4 then

He saw her nick logging off.

“Man this is so cool!!!!, ” Chris smiled.

He was so excited but yet at the same time felt that something wasn’t right. A feeling that he actually had every night.

Think about Rose. That would make you happier!!!!!, he thought.

Girl Online

A page-turning debut written in the tradition of R. L. Stine's Fear Street, Goosebumps or

Haunting Hour.

In the town of Riverville, there is a street.

It was a street where they used to hang witches.

It is a street where students from school are known to have vanished without a trace, even till today.

It is a street where strange things happen to people.

It is called Fox Street.

But kids at school call it by another name.

The Witch's Street.

Sean and James received an invitation for a Halloween Party, being held in some abandoned house, in The Witch's Street. Being bored of doing the same 'ol thing every Halloween, they decide to go check it out. In the meantime Sean's girlfriend decides to dig in some info on the house where the party is being held, as there may be something sinister at work, and that there could be something more to the party, that just being a party.

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The Present

30th of October

Day before Halloween

“Do you have any plans for Halloween????” Sean Richards asked his friend James Cassidy.

“Not sure!!! I heard some of the richer kids are having Halloween Parties and inviting their classmates to their houses!!! I have done this with you like every single year now!!! This town is just boring if you ask me!!!” James Cassidy chuckled. 

Both boys were high school students.

Their boring town was Summerdale.

They were having a drink at the Food Court.

At the top floor of Summerdale Mall.

Sean Richards was tall, lean and muscular with honey-blond hair and grey-blue eyes.

James was also tall and muscular, but much bulkier built than Sean. He had brown wavy hair and hazel colored brown eyes.

James grabbed his cola plastic cup and sipped from it.

“I know what you mean bro!!! I think you wanna do something else instead!!!” Sean smiled.

“You can say that again!!!” James nodded.

“Hey everyone!!!!” a familiar voice called out from behind where Sean was sat.

Sean turned around. It was his girlfriend Kirsten.

Kirsten Hill.

She took the seat next to Sean and sat down.

“I got bad news!!!” Kirsten said.

“What is the bad news????” Sean was worried.

“Tomorrow my parents want me to baby-sit my small cousins!!!!” Kirsten sighed.

“So we can’t go out tomorrow then!!!” Sean didn’t like what he was hearing.

“You guys can do something together without me!!!!” Kirsten enlightened.

Kirsten was very beautiful. She was short, very pale with Gothic-like black hair and deep set blue eyes. And she was dressed like a Goth too.

“That just sucks if you ask me!!!!” Sean was being cynical. He really wanted them to do something together for Halloween.

“Well Kirsten I don’t want to go anymore Halloween parties around here!!!! They are all the same and they all suck!!!!” James snorted.

Sean knew why James was behaving like this.

He didn’t have a girlfriend.

His relationship never lasted longer than a week.

And every time he tried to make out with a girl during a Halloween party, something always went wrong and it always spoiled his night. He was just full of bad luck. Sean felt sorry for him.

Before Sean could say another word, a girl with a hood passed by their table, dropping a note.

And before he could say something to that girl and alerting the other two that she dropped her note, they all heard a loud crash.

Witch's Street

Witch's Street

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