2: Strange Things A couple of weeks later, Jo moved out. She was excited to stay in a new place. But soon, strange things started to happen. Jo lived on the fourteenth floor, but she would constantly wake up to a tapping on the window. One night, she thought she saw a face, but she must have been mistaken. Jo settled into her new apartment. She enjoyed living out of home, but the strange happenings were bothering her. Eventually, she decided to look into them. She stayed up late one night, looking through the window for the face that haunted her dreams. Finally, as the clock struck midnight, she saw an eerie face outside her window. She opened it and looked out. “Can I help you, sir?” “Yes,” the face responded in a dreary monotone. “What do you want?” The face jumped through the window. “YOU!!!” It screamed. 3: The Face Jo started running, but the face chased her around the apartment. It left a trail of glistening blood behind. It was sickening. Jo felt as if she was about to throw up. She bolted to her apartment door, but it was locked. “AAAAAAAAAAH!”Jo shrieked as she rattled the doorknob. The eerie face was inches away from her. She could smell his rotten breath and see his yellow teeth gleaming, grinning at her. Jo ducked under him and ran until she couldn’t run anymore. She was breathing heavily. The face was getting closer, closer, closer still… Jo punched the face in the face. She rushed to her bed and dived under the sheets. She could hear her heart pounding. Jo peeked her head out of the sheets and saw the face. She screeched and ran for her life. The face was right behind her. “Run, Jo run!” she told herself. Jo was backed up against the window. She could jump, but she would probably die. She jumped... Wishing Well By Selvi R., Grade 5 Asha stared down at the wishing well. Known to have been sacred in her family, providing them with good health, happiness, and wealth. But Asha didn’t believe in it. She believed in true hope. Just like her grandmother. “My girl, do you know why you are named Asha?” Asha shook her head, all those years ago. “Why?” “Because you have brought this family so much hope.” And Asha would hug her grandmother. But not anymore. Now, it seemed like the world had its hands wrapped around her throat. Like it was plunging her into darkness, drowning her in a realm without hope. She was sitting in the emergency room. Waiting. Hoping. Crying. Her grandmother had fallen sick in the middle of the night, vomiting everywhere. They carried her to the hospital. They told Asha to wait at home for a little bit.
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