Your class will be writing ONE group paragraph(s) for the story (not each student). The first class will write the intro paragraph(s). Then the next class will read the paragraph(s) and decide how they want to continue the story. This will continue until the last class on the list writes the ending and gives the story a title. Your paragraph(s) will be typed onto this Wiki page. You will also need to send (email as .jpg) the 3 pictures to your Teacher Leader. The pictures should illustrate events in the section that your class wrote.

Please visit the Instructions Page for more information.

Please add your information to the chart. This way your classes can "see" where the story is traveling and have a chance to actually "meet" some of the students who collaborate on their story.


Teacher Leader:
Kris McGuire


Teacher
Grade
Contact Information
School
Location
Due Date
Check When Finished
Kris McGuire
(class1 )

been sick; will post story this wk.


October 29
Done
Sue Bailey
(Class 8)
6
sbailey@stgilesschool.org
gmikulecky@stgilesschool.org
St. Giles
Oak Park, IL
November 5
√ Completed 11/8
Dan Weber
(class 1)
7
weberd@hamiltonschools.org
Davies Middle School
Mays Landing, NJ
November 12
done
November 16
Mitzi Vincent

mitzi.vincent@cpsb.org
J.I. Watson Middle School
Iowa, Louisiana
November 19

MRS.BERİL ERKAN
(class 3)




December 3


Title (Given by the last class):

Start your story here:
Oh why, oh why didn't I listen to my mother? She even warned me not to. If only I had been a good boy and did what I was told, then I wouldn't be here, wherever here is. This is the story of what I did:
“ Michal come down for breakfast!”
“Mmm… I hate waking up early,” I thought to myself as I tumbled out of bed. After pulling on a clean tee shirt and shorts I trudged downstairs. Out of the corner of my eye I glanced at the time. 8:09! School started in six minutes! Without a word I rushed out the door and into my brand new birthday present from dad. I threw the car into reverse without looking, slammed my foot on the gas and made my first big mistake; note to self: always check your mirrors.
The man was bleeding. Badly. Blood seeping from his skull, raining onto the pavement. A never-ending stream. I heard screaming in the background. Blood coursed threw my head, Throbbing through my veins. I reached the man after what seemed like eternity. His last words were, “I’ll get you for this,” then the menacing grimace left his face, and he was gone.

I didn't want to call the police because I was afraid that they would blame it on me. So I picked the old man up and stuffed him in my trunk. I knew the perfect place to go, The Silent Woods. After I buried the man and left, I remembered I left my phone in the Silent Woods. I made a U-turn and went back for it. When I got there, I found that the hole was dug up and my phone was gone.
"Where is it? Oh gosh, FOOTSTEPS!?"
I couldn't believe it was gone. Out of my mind, I followed the footsteps and saw nothing. I then heard some rustling behind me. Then a stick hit me.
"Who . . . who's there?"
Then, a squirrel ran past me and behind a bush.
"Weird," I thought.
I sprinted back to my car and got in.
As I got in, I heard, "Told ya I would get you back!! HAHAHA!!"
The man was in the passenger's seat.

His form was shimmery and almost transparent. I screamed at the top of my lungs and began to frantically yank at the door handle. But before I had the chance to escape he locked the doors without touching a thing.

“What are you doing?” I questioned, my voice hoarse from screaming.

“I’m here to seek my vengeance!” The man cried as the car lurched forward. He smiled mischievously and the car took off down the muddy path that led deeper into the woods. The car nailed the tree and the ghost disappeared.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a yellowish orange tint of a cabin light. Half unconscious, I trembled out of his 1966 Mustang convertible and started walking toward the light, though it seemed to be getting farther and farther away. When I finally reached the light, I collapsed and passed out.

When I awakened a short time later, I found myself being buried alive by the ghost himself! Half of my body was covered in dirt and there was blood seeping from my skull.

“You deserve this pain,” the ghost moaned as he lifted the bloody stick above his head to whack me once again.

All I could remember was a bright flash, my mother’s advice, and screaming three words, “PLEASE, DON’T, NO!”
With those words, I lost consciousness for what I thought would be the last time.