-Story Time with Kyle Bloodworth-Thomason-

"Aw, c'mon Kyle! This is a sleepover! You've gotta do it!,"Fanboy pleaded. Kyle shook his head.

"No."

"Please Kyle?,"I begged. He flashed evil eyes at me.

"I. Said. NO!" I pouted my bottom lip at him. Chum Chum copied my actions. Kyle ignored our cuteness and turned to the radio to listen to whatever was playing. It was Spring break and we were having a sleepover at my house. We really had nothing better to do so we decided to bum-around for the weekend. At the moment, we were all telling stories about past events and making up a few of our own. Well...except Kyle.

"We all told stories already. It's your turn now!,"Fanboy demanded. Kyle said nothing. When it seemed like we all had given up on asking, Kyle sighed and grabbed our attention.

"Do you really want to hear a story?,"he asked us. We exchanged glances and all nodded. He faced us and snapped his fingers, shutting off the lights without getting up to flip the switch. "Very well then,"he laughed. I felt someone wrap around me in fear. I don't really know till this day if it was Fanboy or Chum Chum. My dog, Frosty, started barking from the sudden change until Kyle held a flashlight to his face. The light gave off an eerie, green glow.

"I-is this gonna be a scary story?," Chum Chum asked. Kyle smiled.

"It's a true story. A series of events that will come to be in your futures." The costumed boys straightened up to listen, both smiling at each other to hear the begining of Kyle's story.

"OOOOOoooh! Tell us our futures! TELL US!," Fanboy giggled. Kyle put his fingers to his temples and closed his eyes, as though he was seeing something. He took in a sudden gasp of air and wiggled his fingers infront of us.

"I see it,"he mumbled,"Two goofs walking down a dark path. I see...I-I see-"

"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU SEE?,"Chum Chum shouted. Kyle opened one eye slightly and glanced at Chum Chum.

"Patience. O-oh! I see it now! Your being snatched. YOUR GETTING HURT!"

"Snatched?,"Chum Chum asked.

"H-hurt?,"Fanboy added. Kyle shut off the flashlight. A huge gust of wind slapped our faces and blew the both me and Chum Chum's hair upward. Kyle's eyes began to glow a green color. He sat on the floor in a meditation position calmly as the breeze continued. The three of us screamed, Fanboy the loudest.

"BLOOD! BLOOD EVERYWHERE!,"Kyle yelled. His voice sounded almost robotic. In an instant, we were lifted off the ground and floating in mid-air. Chum Chum held on tight to his pillow while Fanboy grabbed my hand.

"MAKE HIM STOP!,"he cried. I looked down at Kyle, who was still sitting in the same position.

"Kyle! Enough!,"I shouted, pushing the hair that entered my mouth.

"DEATH! I SEE DEATH! BLOODY DEATH!,"he continued. At the same time, the three of us hit the floor, hard. We all gasped at the sudden drop from the ceiling to my wooded floor. Luckily for me, I landed on Kyle's teddy bear. Chum Chum covered his ears.

"STOP! I don't wanna hear anymore. Your scaring me!,"he sobbed. I looked over at Kyle, who seemed to be ignoring him through his magic. I took a running start towards him before jumping on top of him. Fanboy followed me and landed on top of me.

"Ouch! What the-"

"Stop it! Stop it NOW Kyle!,"I demaned,"Your scaring them. Your scaring me!" He smiled.

"Well, you all wanted me to tell a story. Did you not?"

"We didn't know it was gonna be all, bloody and stuff,"Fanboy sniffed as he wiped away a few tears. Kyle laughed. His laughing echoed around my room and down the halls of my home.

"Are you crying? What a ninnie!,"he joked. All three of us crossed our arms.

"Not funny,"Chum Chum mumbled.

"Not nice,"I added. The three of us crawled into our sleeping bags and turned away from Kyle as he continued to laugh. After a while, he realized we weren't paying him any mind and his laughter died down.

"Guys? Guys? Oh, come now! I was just fooling!" When no one answered, Kyle groaned and shut off the lights. That's the last time we ever asked Kyle to tell us a creative story.