A/N: Oh look at me trying to be spooky! Here's the story I was originally planing to upload for All Hallows Eve. None of the stories are mine but they're all one's I've heard from friends and family.

PSA for those who don't know: Halloween is a holiday where kids dress up & go door to door for candy. It actually has a TON of historic and religious symbolism behind it but now it's just become a fun day for kids.

Ghost Stories

"Alright wimps! Sit down and listen up!" Mrs. Tetslaff stormed through the door of Mr. Lancer's sixth period senior English class. "Your teacher has contracted a cold and, for some ungodly reason, the school board decided that it would be best for me to substitute his classes for the rest of the day."

The teenagers stared back in horrified silence. Of all the teachers in the school, why Tetslaff?

A snicker in the back of the room broke the quiet. "Are you sure he hasn't caught pne-moan-ia?" Tucker Foley joked.

The entire room simultaneously burst out laughing. Even Mrs. Tetslaff had a hard time hiding her smile.

"Settle down, settle down," the gym teacher said. "Thank you, Foley, for introducing our topic for the day. I am in no way, shape, or form an English teacher so, to punish our higher ups for doing this to us we're going to take some 'creative license' in class today. You all are aware that this Friday is Halloween?"

The class nodded. "Duh we know," Paulina said. "I'm having a party at my house! But no losers allowed." She added shooting an intentional gaze toward the back of the room. "The ghost boy is invited if he wasn't to come, though."

Danny blushed furiously and tried to fade into the wall without actually going invisible. The last time he'd done that in class he'd gotten a Saturday detention. Sam snorted.

"As if we'd actually want to go to some lame ass party," she said.

"Excuse me?" Paulina asked. "My parties are not lame. I will have you know that everybody wants to get in and keep coming back for more."

"Yeah, maybe because of all the drugs in the punch," Sam muttered.

"What did you say?" Dash suddenly yelled. He stood, breaking the round of entertainment the class gathered from watching Sam and Paulina bicker. Danny jumped to his feet too. Dash looked ready to kill. Danny looked slightly bored, as if he was used to protecting his girlfriend against the queen of the bitches and her bodyguard.

"Uh, Mrs. Tetslaff," Mickey whispered. He sat in the front row making it easy for the teacher to hear him. "Shouldn't you stop them?" There was a note of urgency in his voice.

"Oh, right," Mrs. Tetslaff said, slightly crestfallen. This class was just getting interesting. "Boys, sit down before I make you."

Paulina pulled Dash to his chair and Danny plopped down.

"Now, back to the topic at hand. Since Friday is Halloween we're going to spend this time telling ghost stories." Tetslaff walked around Lancers desk and dragged his chair out in front of it. Sitting down backwards she asked, "Who would like to start?"

Every face turned to the back of the room to stare at Danny, Sam and Tucker. The boys were too busy flicking balls of paper at each other to notice. Sam slapped Danny upside the head.

"Ow!" He looked up front to find all the faces trained on him. "What? Ghost stories?" Danny asked. "I don't have any. It's more like get in, get out, wham bam thank ya ma'am." Danny leaned back in his chair and tossed his feet up on the desk. Sam rolled her eyes and shoved him over. The class laughed at the resulting CRASH.

"I actually have one," A girl, Janice, spoke up when the laughter had died down. The class turned to listen. She cleared her throat and began, "My mom was always telling my siblings and me how my grandmother can't keep matches or lighters in her house because they disappear. When she was a little kid my mom used to stay overnight at my grandmothers house a lot. One night my mom woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. She walked out into the hallway to find a bright, glowing, blue orb hanging in the corner. My mom freaked and went back to bed.

"The next morning she was explaining to my aunt what she saw and my aunt told her a hundred years ago the house burned down in a fire and they say a little girl was trapped in the house and died. That's why stuff disappears; the spirit of the little girl takes it and hides it," Janice ended on an ominous note and smiled at the rest of the class.

"That's cool and all," another girl, Michelle, said breaking the silence. "But I have a better one. When I was a baby my parents bought this house on the other side of town. My parent's stuff would constantly disappear. My Dad lost his glasses; my mom couldn't find her hairbrush, that kind of thing. The freaky thing was that it would always show up on the diving board of the pool outside, no matter the time of day or year or when it was taken.

"They brushed it off until one time when my mom was playing with me in the back room of the house. She ran outside for a second to turn on the cleaning pump for the pool, leaving the door open and totally unlocked. When she came back, like, five seconds later the door had closed and locked itself. To get back inside my mom had to climb in some random window that just happened to be open."

The class sat back in silence. Danny shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like stories about malignant ghosts.

"Oh, oh, I have one," Paulina suddenly said. A small murmur of annoyance ran through the students. "So, when my papa was a little boy his family lived in Mexico by this lake. There were stories coming from the townspeople about the lake and they were all about the same thing: little children would get up in the middle of the night and sleep walk to the lake where they would drown. One night my papa got up and started walking to the lake but his sisters stopped him before he could make it all the way. He doesn't even remember going to bed that night. He just remembers being woken up by my Aunt Elyria in the middle of the path to the lake."

"That's creepy," a boy, Nicholas, said before he asked, "Did you know that the school's boiler room is supposed to be haunted?"

Tucker snorted and muttered, "Yeah, maybe by the ghosts of all the dust bunnies down there," to his friends.

Tetslaff shook her head. "Amity High is too new to have a boiler room, Weaver," she said. "And if we did, it most defiantly wouldn't be haunted. Any more real stories?"

"Fearful Factory downtown is supposed to be haunted by real ghosts. It was once an insane asylum," Mickey stated, knowledgeably.

Sam noticed Danny making a face. "Have you met those ghosts?" she whispered just loud enough for Tucker and Danny to hear.

Danny nodded slowly still making a face. "They're not very nice. It's more sad than anything else, really," Danny replied.

"You know the park downtown?" Alex suddenly spoke up. His face was drained of blood and he seemed nervous to share his story. "One night I was walking my dog, Sadie, around just after sunset. She suddenly freaked out and pulled on the leash so hard I had to let go and she bolted off into some of the trees barking like mad. I chased after her and when I finally caught up to her she was facing off with this massive dog that was way too big to be real. My dog was growling like crazy but the other dog was just staring at her. Then the dog noticed me and started running straight for me. I was so scared I couldn't move and the dog passed right through me! It was so cold," Alex shuddered as if remembering the feeling. "I don't think I'll ever forget it."

The class was shocked into silence. They were surprised to hear a personal story.

Danny shared a look with Sam and Tucker and a sudden laugh burst out of his lips. He slapped his hand over his mouth but it was too late. He had the room's attention.

"Care to share what's so funny, Fenton?" Mrs. Tetslaff asked annoyed by the rude interruption.

Danny glanced at his friends for help but he found no reassurance. Tucker was smirking and Sam only made a gesture as if to say 'go on'.

Danny shrugged and said, "His name's Cujo. He's kinda my pet." Gasps went around the room but the bell rang before anyone could say anything more.

A/N: Crappy ending? Yeah, whoops. I hope you enjoyed the tales though! Share your scariest story in the reviews if you want!

Until next time, GeekyZelda