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Eighth grade student Taylor Lovrien and seventh grade student Danielle Jones received honorable mentions from the Norwich Bulletin Creepy Tales Contest.
 Taylor Lovrien's pencil drawing
 Danielle Jones crayon drawing
Taylor's short story, entitled The Chair:
I was driving through town when I passed the antique shop. As I passed by, something in the front lawn caught my eye. It was a chair, but it wasn't like any chair I'd ever seen. It looked like a dead man positioned into the shape of a frame. As I locked eyes with it, I was immediately drawn in. I ended up buying the repulsive thing, and as I set it up in my living room, an overwhelming feeling of drowsiness came over me. I sat down in the chair, and the exhaustion faded. The tiredness was suddenly replaced by hunger and rage as I sank into the frame. I could not control my body. Before I knew it, I was through the neighbor's door, knocking him down and ripping through his skin with my teeth. I devoured the body, but left no remains visible. I did the same with the others, and when dawn started to break over the tree line, I returned home. The chair repositioned itself as the frame, and my body was free. I didn't care what time it was. I put the monstrous chair in the back of my truck and returned it to the antique store. A few days later, on my way to work, I saw a car pulling out of the antique shop's driveway. The chair was in the trunk and as I drove away, it turned its head and winked.
Danielle's Untitled short story:
A haunted walkthrough. That was all it was supposed to be. My friend Zoey and I never wanted this to happen. But there was no stopping it. Zoey's mom had driven us to a carnival which housed the walkthrough. Soon enough we were second in line. Ahead of us a group of girls walked in. Finally, it was our turn.
The walkthrough was pretty scary; most of the time our screams became laughs. Ahead of us, we heard high-pitched screams coming from the girls. Wow, I thought, this must get even better! As we moved on, something changed. I no longer felt like laughing. I looked around and realized Zoey was gone.
I got scared, and started to run but soon stopped dead in my tracks. All around me were people...dead people. At first, I thought it was fake. This isn't real, I thought. That is, until I saw the face of one of the screaming girls who had gone in before us. My mouth dropped in horror. I felt myself bump into something. Slowly, I turned around... what I found was Zoey. Only something about her was different. She was dead.
I tried to run but was in shock. I heard a noise come from behind me. Slowly, I turned around. All I could do was scream as a man with a bloody face and sharp pointed teeth came at me with a rope.
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