omg..... i've been having the time of my life with this new guy!!!!!!! I would prabably have more fun with him if the immature guy would leave me alone.... omg how about the other day in **** he is going to write me a letter asking me whats up between me and him and that he cares about me alot. What a load of bull! That **** weirdo! lol- but now im way better...... thanx every1 for their advice!

ok. so i was going to go 4 it like u grls/and or guys told me to...... well, guess what. I really kinda sorta liked him, and now i just DONT! All b/c this past weekend i met somone else thru a really good friend and i had a blast with him! omg! It sounds really bad for me to say but the other guy, really wasn't as nice as i thought he was.... turned out not only did he have a GF he also told everyone that him and i DID SOMETHING! *if u kno what i mean...* How IMMATURE!?!?!? HUH? I cant stand it when someone likes u and they do that! How about he told me that he was sorry and he was like alot of his friends told him to say it cuz they think im hot and all and i told him to F- off cuz it peed me off! YTF would someone do that? ERRRRRR!!!!

Ok.... so like, i have now realized that when i get around him, i get shy! WHOAH! Thats a shocker, why am i feeling like that? I've never done that before with a guy...... i've never been shy...... maybe its because he's starting to get to me......... i have gotten to the point where i am thinking about HIM, ALOT! WHY ME? lol. Omg girls, he is so sweet, and he's such a gentleman, he walked me to class, carring my books for **** How sweet. In one of our classes we have together, he grabbed my books for me at the end of the period and my teacher looked up and winked her eye at me....... she knows HIM from another class, and she knows we have the hots for each other.....omg, i just mite do it! Thanks for the advice Big city grl, and Boom-Moo!!!!!!

ok. so he's not really new to the school, but i've just met him a cuple weeks ago, he is the sweetest thing..ever! however, i didn't think he was all THAT when i first met him, but now i think i have the hots 4 this guy.... omg! he is strong too! He picked me up an flipped me in class! omfg, could u imagine what it would be like to be with him 'INTAMATELY'? I can... i think about it all the time. i wonder what it would be like to kiss him.....omg! He has the hots 4 me too, and i just mite give em a chance!!!! U think?

I finally saw LOST BOYS 2! Part one kicked ass but this one wasnt as good as the first! However, the remake of their song, Cry Little Sister, was rather good!......might I add, Kiefer Sutherland's brother is sooooooo HOT! He plays the "Master-Vampire" He's the one on the far right.......

Now take a look at Kiefer him self in part one.

he is the second one from the left!

Who do u think looks the best?

The Last Ride
by Paul Melniczek

She lifted up her head and peered outside through the frosted window. Wrinkled eyes gazed into the bright sky, and a smile came over the old woman's face when she saw the full moon, shining away in all it's harvest glory, a perfect background setting for All Hallow's Eve.

A loud purring reached her ears as a black cat leaped up on the table next to the rocking chair she was sitting in.

"Yes, my sweets. Isn't that a pretty night we have in store for us? Old man moon looks down on us with a wink in his eye tonight."

The cat stared at her with deep green eyes, attention fixed on every word.

"You know what this night means, don't you, Trickster?" The cat let out a soft meow, listening to his master.

"It is the passing of an age, that is what. Many long years, happy memories, but there is an ending to every story, good and bad. Ol' Madge here has seen it all, yes I have."

The old woman pushed herself up from the chair, one gnarled hand stroking the silken fur of Trickster. There was a creaking noise as old bones cracked within the ancient body, stiff joints groaning in protest at the effort made by her to straighten up.

"Ah, this craggy old girl ain't what she used to be. Need a dose of the ointment before I go, that'll fix me for a little while."

Madge walked over towards a large oaken trunk that was filled with an assortment of herbs, spices, animal parts, jarred collections of insects, packaged powders, and numerous other odds and ends. They were the tools of her trade.

Rummaging through the contents, she found a sachet containing some brown colored leaves, and when she opened it a sweet odor wafted outwards.

"Hmm, this will do fine." The crone went over to a wooden cabinet which had vials of liquid scattered about the shelves. She grabbed a tube with a bubbly fluid inside with a purple tinge to it, and then poured the leaves in.

Wispy curls of vapor rose up, and the old woman drank deeply.

A look of revulsion crossed her face at the bitter taste, but she shook it off.

"Not the fountain of youth, but it bestows on me a glimmer of strength, and that is all I need." She smacked her dry lips together, and smiled with glee.

Madge hobbled over to the great stone fireplace that warmed the cottage, and a black cauldron was resting above the burning flames. A green liquid boiled away in a frenzy, fat bubbles oozing from the surface. She stirred the mixture with a metal ladle.

"Double, bubble, toil and trouble!"

"Double, bubble, toil and trouble!'

Cackling with delight, the old woman churned the foul broth with renewed vigor. The cauldron hissed in answer, and the brew began to fizzle over.

"Ha ha, that's it. A ghastly potion for a ghostly night!"

Madge nodded to herself, and the flames danced before her, casting lurid shadows on the walls of the cottage.

The image behind the cat grew in size, reaching the proportions of a great beast which was many times the feline's actual body shape.

Trickster growled, his dark mane bristling. The master made a gesture in the air, and the front door burst open as the black cat sprang into the night, the transformation beginning to take place. A howl echoed from the woods outside, and Madge shouted in response, the language old and archaic.

"Rejoice in the wild, my pet. The night calls. Until the sun comes up, when you must return."

A gust of wind blasted against the cottage, slamming the door shut with a loud crash. The old woman's wizened face had a trace of sadness on it, and she let out a deep sigh.

"It is almost time, must make haste."

Madge opened the closet and reached inside, tenderly bringing out a worn garb, black as the night. A tear trickled from the corner of an eye, moistening the callused cheek beneath.

"So many years, where have they all gone? How will I be able to face the next one, knowing that my time is done?"

She pulled the raiment tightly about herself, cherishing the feel of the familiar outfit. The cloak gave her comfort and security.

"Such little time, and too many things to fill it with, 'tis a pity."

There was an upper shelf inside the closet, and from this she brought out a rumpled black hat, pointed at the top in the shape of a narrow cone.

"Hee hee hee," she chuckled. "A pointed cone for a crooked crone." She set the hat on her head, and brushed back the strands of silver hair that lay tangled down to her shoulders. She began to feel much younger and stronger, but it was only wishful thinking. Potions could give her a teasing of both, but that was it.

Madge crossed to the other side of the room, wooden floor boards creaking underneath her musty black boots. The heels clicked softly with her passing.

A reading desk sat in the corner, and a dusty tome sprawled along the top. Strange words and symbols were etched onto the crinkled pages, the lettering written in blood. She leafed through until she found the proper incantation, then closed the book with a snap.

"Long ago, I could recite nearly every line of verse in half that script. But now....." The old woman shook her head, again being overcome with remorse.

"More's the pity, old hag, I've had my turn. The wheels of time roll on without stopping, and my moment has arrived to step aside. Only fond memories, no regrets."

The old woman's gaze wandered the trappings of the cottage, her domain for countless years. Yes, fate had treated her well, there was no denial.

"And now, my friend, who has served me so well these many years. Will you answer the summons yet again, on this night of all nights?

Madge spread her arms wide in appeal, pale yellow eyes closed in concentration. The wind picked up outside, and tree branches scratched against the window panes, bent stick arms moving in wooden animation, responding to the surge of dark power that was building within the cottage.

There was a flash of brilliance radiating from a section of stone next to the fireplace, and a secret panel was revealed. From the compartment emerged a long broom, stark in opaque blackness, levitating towards the old woman.

"Ha ha ha, come to me! It is our time again. The sisters await!"

The broom continued floating, and it came within the crone's eager grasp as it throbbed with power, pulsating with diabolical energy.

Madge held the broom up triumphantly, and opened the front door. A strong breeze was blowing, and fallen leaves covered the mossy earth. Sinister figures crouched within the surrounding shadows, lurking among the trees.

It was Halloween night, and spirits of the nights had awakened in unholy celebration.

Madge sat astride the enchanted broom, and up she flew to meet with her fellow sisters of the coven. This was her last time as the coven leader, and a new one would be sworn in this Hallow's Eve.

She gazed up at the awaiting sky, spotting others of her wicked brethren. It was Halloween night, and for the last time, into that magical night, rode the form of the witch, on her last moonlight ride.

The End

©Paul Melniczek

Shades of Death Road: Legend has it, that many years ago, a car of teenagers were driving down a country road in Hacketsttown after the prom. Due to the windy nature of the path, and slippery conditions, the car crashed into a ditch and a girl, still in her prom dress, died. To this day, you can still see her wandering the curve that she was murdered on wearing her dress. The road is actually named, "Shades of Death Road" and is located towards Great Meadows by Jenny Jump State Park and Ghost Lake (A highly haunted area). The road is very windy and tales tells that if you, as an unsuspecting teenager, drive too fast down Shades of Death Road, the ghost of the dead girl will present herself to you, there by forcing you into a firey death as well - perhaps a warning to others? Part of the story also includes this tid bit: Every section of the road that contains a reflective guardrail is where someone has died.

The Hanging Tree: In Brazoria, TX two slaves were unjustly hung by the neck from the limb of an old sturdy tree until they died. The ghosts of the slaves have haunted that area ever since. In the past, drivers of horse pulled wagons they said that their horses would just stop below the tree.A man who didn't believe the tales coaxed his horse under the tree and the animal stopped in it's tracks. He had to force his horse to leave the spot. Now they say that a car driven under the branches of that old tree will stall every time. There is a church not to far from the tree and one night a woman was walking home from the church when she heard a noise. She turned and saw a small black boy a few yards behind her. She asked him if he needed help, but he didn't reply so she turned and started walking again. When she looked back moments later, she saw the figure had grown to a boy of about 12 and was following her soundlessly. She began to walk faster and when she looked again the boy was a teenager. She began running from him and when she panicked and looked back again a grown man was close behind her. She ran to a nearby home and crashed through their front door while they were cheerfully eating dinner. The man had dissappeared. Stand under that tree at night and the boy will appear to you too.

Graveyard Eyes: In Cape Girardeau, Missouri, there is a mysterious graveyard where college students in the late 70's used to go there to drink and fool around. Late one October night while I was a student, a group friends convinced me to go to the graveyard to "see the eyes". I was scared to death, but with a couple of beers and a lot of coercing, I went along. As we neared the area where the eyes were seen previously, I saw nothing. I began to laugh at what fools my friends were and how silly I was to be so scared. One of the guys needed a "pit stop", so we pulled over and he stepped to the side of the car to take care of business. Wanting to be discrete, I looked in the other direction and about 100 feet away in the graveyard, were bright green glowing eyes levitating at about 6 feet above the ground. I screamed and pointed and the fellow jumped back in the car as we raced out of the graveyard, all of us watching behind us until we could no longer see the green eyes. When we were back on the lighted streets of town, we laughed at how silly we were, and vowed to go again to see if we would see the eyes again...but later, my girlfriends and I vowed to never return to the graveyard again. Says Jane from Plano, TX

Hey...Where'd She Go?: A man was driving home from a country-club dance late one Saturday night. Out of the corner of his eye appeared a lovely young girl, dressed in the sheerest of evening gowns, beckoning him for a lift. He jammed on his brakes, and motioned her to climb into the back seat of his sedan. "All cluttered up with golf clubs and bags up here in front," he explained. "But what on earth is a youngster like you doing out here all alone at this time of night?" "It's too long a story to tell you now," said the girl. Her voice was sweet and somewhat shrill -- like the tinkling of sleigh bells. "Please, please take me home. My car broke down a few miles back and I have been trying to get help for the longest time. I live up the road about 5 miles. I do hope it's not too far out of your way." He drove rapidly to her destination, and as he pulled up before the house, he said, "Here we are," and turned around. The back seat was empty. "What the devil?" he muttered to himself. The girl couldn't possibly have fallen from the car. Nor could she simply have vanished. He rang insistently on the house bell, confused as he had never been before. At long last the door opened. A gray-haired, very tired-looking man peered out at him. "I can't tell you what an amazing thing has happened," began the doctor. "A young girl gave me this address a while back. I drove her here and . . ." "Yes, yes, I know," said the man wearily. "This has happened several other Saturday evenings in the past month. That young girl, sir, was my daughter. She was killed in a car accident in the spot where you picked her up two years ago.

Baby in the Chair: A young couple were waiting impatiently to leave on their first vacation since the baby was born but the woman's aunt, who would be babysitting was thirty minutes late. The young woman called her elderly aunt to find out what was going on, and the old woman apologized for her forgetfulness, and said she'd speed right over. Since the aunt was only a couple miles away, the couple decided they'd go ahead and go rather than wait for her and risk missing their flight. Two weeks later when the couple returned they were horrified to find the baby still in it's high-chair where they'd left it, except now it was dead and bloated, and covered with flies. The aunt really had sped, and unfortunatly crashed and died before she made it over.

Gang Lights: If you are driving after dark and see an on-coming car with no headlights on, DO NOT FLASH YOUR LIGHTS AT THEM! This is a common gang member "initiation game" that goes like this: The new gang member under initiation drives along with no headlights, and the first car to flash their headlights at him is now his "target". He is now required to turn around and chase that car, and shoot at or into the car in order to complete his initiation requirements. Make sure you share this information with all the drivers in your family!

Human's Can Lick Too: Once there was a beautiful young girl who lived in a small town just south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to go to town for a while, so they left their daughter home alone, but protected by her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all the windows and doors after they had left. And at about 8:00pm the parents went to town. So doing what she was told the girl shut and locked evey window and every door. But there was one window in the basement that would not close completely. Trying as best as she could she finally got the window shut, but it would not lock. So she left the window, and went back upstairs. But just to make sure that no one could get in, she put the dead-bolt lock on the basment door. Then she sat down had some dinner and decided to go to sleep for the night. Settling down to sleep at about 12:00 she snuggled up with the dog and fell asleep. But at one point, she suddenly woke up. She turned and looked at the clock...it was 2:30. She snuggled down again wondering what had woken her.....when she heard a noise. It was a dripping sound. She thought that she had left the water running, and now it was dripping into the drain of her sink. So thinking it was no big deal she decided to go back to sleep. But she felt nervous so she reached her hand over the edge of her bed, and let the dog lick her hand to feel safe, knowing he would protect her. Again at about 3:45 she woke up hearing dripping. She was slightly angry now but went back to sleep anyway. Again she reached down and let the dog lick her hand. Then she fell back to sleep. At 6:52 the girl decided that she had had enough...she got up just in time to see her parents were pulling up to the house. "Good,"she thought. "Now somebody can fix the sink...'cause I know I didn't leave it running." She walked to the bathroom and there was the collie dog, skinned and hung up on the curtain rod. The noise she heard was its blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed and ran to her bedroom to get a weapon, in case someone was still in the house.....and there on the floor, next to her bed she saw a small note, written in blood, saying: HUMANS CAN LICK TOO MY BEAUTIFUL.

Babysitting is a Dangerous Job: A young couple went out to dinner one evening and left the baby-sitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the baby-sitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, "I'm upstairs with the children, you'd better come up." Thinking it was "one of those prank phone calls" or a practical joke she slammed down the receiver and turned the television sound up. A short time later the phone rang again and, as she picked it up, the unmistakable hysterical laughter came down the line and the voice once again said "I'm upstairs with the children, you'd better come up." Getting rather frightened she called the operator and was advised they would notify the police and, should he phone again, could she keep him talking in order to give them time to trace the call and have him arrested. Minutes after she replaced the receiver the phone rang again and, when the voice said, "I'm upstairs with the children, you'd better come up," she tried to keep him talking. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he put the phone down. Only seconds later the phone rang again, this time it was the operator who said, "Get out of the house straight away, the man is on the extension." The baby-sitter put down the phone and just then heard someone coming down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. They burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher's knife. He had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both the children and was just about to do the same to the poor baby-sitter.

Reflection: One cold winter's night sixteen year old Katie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party. It had been snowing all that afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a few hours she decides to relax a little. She makes some popcorn, gets a nice thick blanket and lays back on the lounge to watch some TV. In their lounge room, the TV is positioned in front of the glass sliding door that leads to a patio and the back yard. By midnight Katie's parents still aren't home and she is suddenly griped with fear because she caught a glimpse of a very strange looking man staring at her standing outside the glass door behind the television set. Terrified, she panics and pulls the blanket up over her head and grabs the cordless phone that is by her side. Katie calls the police, and as luck would have it, there was a patrol car not far from her house. In a few minutes police are on the scene and Katie tells them about the strange man standing outside, staring in through the glass. The police open the glass sliding door and look around. After a few moments they turn around and explain to her that there could not have been anyone standing out there, as there would be footprints in the snow. The cops tell her that she is probably just tired and her imagination had got the better of her. Katie is a little relieved, but still a little shaken. As the police officers are about to leave, one of them stops and looks behind the lounge Katie is sitting on. His jaw drops and skin goes pale. Katie notices the man's reaction and jumps up to look too. She sees what made the officer react that way. There were wet footprints on the carpet behind the lounge. She hadn't seen the man outside the door, she'd seen his reflection when he was standing behind her.

The Two Hitchikers: A salesman driving along the highway one day saw a hitcher and decided picking him up would be a good way to relieve his boredom. After he did, he immediatley regretted it, the man was large and menacing, and his questions about the salesman's business quickly made him nervous. Ahead he saw another hitchhiker and decided his best bet was to pick this one up too, especially since this one was well dressed and very clean-cut. As soon as the second hitcher got in the back seat he pointed a gun at the two men in the front and demanded their valuables. The front-seat passenger swung his arm back and smashed the robber in the head with his elbow, knocking him unconscious. Before the salesman could even say anything, the large man took the gun and all the unconscious robbers possessions and pushed him back out of the car. As he turned to the salesman, gun in hand, the salesman begged him not to hurt him, he'd do whatever the large man wanted. The large hitchhiker said: "Relax buddy, I'm not gonna rob you, it's my day off."

Check the Back Seat!: A friend stopped at a pay-at-the-pump gas station to get gas. Once she filled her gas tank and after paying at the pump and starting to leave, the voice of the attendant inside came over the speaker. He told her that something happened with her card and that she needed to come inside to pay. The lady was confused because the transaction showed complete and approved. She relayed that to him and was getting ready to leave but the attendant, once again, urged her to come in to pay or there'd be trouble. She proceeded to go inside and started arguing with the attendant about his threat. He told her to calm down and listen carefully: He said that while she was pumping gas, a guy slipped into the back seat of her car on the other side and the attendant had already called the police. She became frightened and looked out in time to see her car door open and the guy slip out.

Lover's Lane: A girl and her boyfriend, looking for a little privacy, decide to park their car in the woods so they could make out. When they were done, the boy got out to go to the bathroom and the girl waited for him in the safety of the car. After waiting five minutes she became nervous and got out of the car to look for him. Suddenly, she sees a man in the shadows. Scared, she gets back in the car to drive away, when she hears a very faint squeak... squeak... squeak... This continued a few seconds until the girl decided she had no choice but to drive off. She hit the gas as hard as possible but couldn't go anywhere, because someone had tied a rope from the bumper of the car to a nearby tree. Well, the girl slams on the gas again and then hears a loud scream. She gets out of the car and realizes that her boyfriend is hanging from the tree. The squeaky noises were his shoes slightly scraping across the top of the car!!!

ok so like.... one of my 'guy friends' had the nerve to actually say i was leading him on.......... im confussed.... i thought we were just friends.... i mean just how easy did u think i was????????? for one thing, im so definately not easy,...... evidently he thought i was........ but tht explains y he wanted to take me home the other night.... omg ewwwwww.... he is like so flippin gay no really.... he admitted tht he was bi and how does he expect me to even kiss him?????? i dont kno where his mouth has been........wow...... y'all jus dont kno my problem.