Some Say that She is a Ghost

Selene Freudenberg, 10
Bach Elementary

Some say that she is a ghost. Some say that she is a demon. Some say that she is an evil spirit. Some say she is immortal, but she died. But everyone knows one thing: if she is sensed, someone will vanish. Sometimes, she comes to you in your dreams. Sometimes, you just feel her icy grip on you. She is a nightmare. She is horror. She is terrible. She is around you. She is watching you at this very moment, and maybe, you might be the next one. No one knows what she does to her victims, but they never, ever return.

He was alone, He didn’t know how or why, but he was completely alone. It was all white; he couldn’t see. But he could smell. It was the smell of fear. He could hear. It was the sound of fear. He could feel. He felt fear. It was swallowing him up. It was seeping into his body. It was getting in his soul, and it was slowly feeding on him, until his soul was gone, his spirit was gone. He was nothing but a hollow body. He had been conquered by fear. Now, he was an It. It could no longer follow its own bidding. Its only goal now was to spread more fear, and to follow its master’s bidding. Its master is becoming more powerful and is growing an army. Gaining more recruits. Its master is rising. One day, she may come for you. Because she is watching you, and waiting for the right moment to strike. Her name is FEAR.

A Demon Creeping

Ewan Lemens, 10
Eberwhite Elementary

It was a dark and stormy night at the Detroit Institute of Art. There was a demon creeping around. A guard was watching over the prints and drawings section when he started to hear noises in the food court, so he decided to check it out. When he got there, he saw nothing so he started to head out. When he heard his stomach grumble, so he got a snack. When he got back to the section, he noticed a painting was different. He saw a shadowy-like creature. Then, in the next few seconds, it was gone.

At the American art section, a guard was noticing strange sounds in the great hall so she went to check it out. She noticed nothing, so she went back to the American art section, where she felt a cold hand on her ankle—and she was tripped. When she stood back up, she saw a shadowy creature jump  into a painting and disappear. She walked over to a painting and noticed three shadowy creatures sitting on people in white dresses. Meanwhile, in the heavily guarded European sections, guards and curators were noticing strange things in the paintings. One saw a golden stone-like creature hiding in the shadows of one painting. Another said he saw a shadowy creature with red eyes hiding in the bushes. So they all met in the main circulation area to discuss the differences in the paintings. When they walked back into the section they noticed all the paintings with the creatures had disappeared.

On the third floor in the British section, one guard looked up at The Nightmare by Henry Fuseli and noticed that what people had been seeing (the shadowy creatures) were originally from that picture. So he stared at it for a while, when he felt a swish of wind behind him. He looked back and saw nothing, so he turned back and looked and the painting and noticed the demon creature wasn’t there.