Spooky Storytime

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Written by: Maksim Kestin Illustrated by: Carmela Russell and Eloisa Ortiz


Once upon a time, I was reading a book and I almost fell asleep. Knocking and knocking came from door. "‘It’s just some visitor," I said, “Knocking at my door— not anything more.”


And the curtains shaking made me so scared. I whispered, "It’s just some person at my door. Some person at my door, that's all it is. And not anything more.�


But now I was curious, this knocking at my door was weird. I want to know what this could be. Who is knocking at my door? Then I heard a sound. It whispered the name Lenore. What is this sound? I needed to know more.


I walked to my big door trying to listen if I could hear more. But there was no sound, so I said, “Lenore?�


An echo said back to me, “Lenore!”— just that, and nothing more. “Lenore?” I said. Is it my missing wife Lenore?


As I walked back into the room, again I heard a tapping louder than before, now on my window. “What is that tapping at my window? Let me go check. It is probably the wind and not anything more.


I wanted to see what made this noise. So I opened the window. And a bird flew into my house.


And then, he sat above my door. This raven is as black as the night. On a statue over this door. He sat and looked at me, and did nothing more.


I asked the bird, “Where did you come from? Why are you here?” The raven only said “Nevermore.”


The raven was starting to make me mad. I tried to shoo this bird away but all he said was “ Nevermore�


Then out on nowhere this was this light from the ceiling. I looked up and an angel waved at me. “This must be a sign� I said. But I don't know what it could be?


I was confused why this happened to me. A tapping on my window, a knocking on my door, a whisper saying lenore, and this raven that only says NEVERMORE!


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