Creep Street

Collectors minion. With so many souls ripe for the taking, The Collector created an army of minions to help him harvest their bones and build his army of demons. Now, his minions scuttle about the dark corners salivating for the flesh of the wicked and virtuous to feed their master's unholy appetite and build an army of underworld creatures ready to crawl out of the earth and feast on us all. 20 days left

Liz was doing her homework at the dining-room table. Her younger sister Sarah was asleep upstairs. Their mother was out, but she was expected back any minute. When the front door opened and shut, Liz called, "Hello, Mama!" But her mother didn't answer. And the footsteps Liz heard were heavier, like a man's.

"Who's there?" she called. No one replied. She heard whoever it was walk through the living room, then up the stairs to the second floor. The footsteps moved from one bedroom to another. Again Liz called, "Who's there?" The footsteps stopped. Then she thought, "Oh, my God! Sarah is in her bedroom." She ran upstairs to Sarah's room. Only Sarah was there, and she was asleep. Liz looked in the other rooms, but found no one. She went back down to the dining room, scared out of her wits.

Soon she heard footsteps again. They were coming down the stairs, into the living room. Now they went into the kitchen. Then the door between the kitchen and dining room slowly began to open. . . . .

"Get out!" Liz screamed. The door slowly closed. The footsteps moved out of the kitchen, through the living room, toward the front door. The door opened and shut. Liz ran to the window to see who it was. No one was in sight. Nor were there any footprints in the fresh snow that had been falling. Tomorrow I’m so excited 

The students at the school for nurses got along quite well with one another, except for Alice. The trouble with Alice was that she was perfect. At least that is how it seemed to the other students. She was always friendly and always cheerful. Nothing ever upset her. Her school assignments were always on time, and always perfect. She didn’t even bite her fingernails. Many of the student nurses resented Alice. They would have liked to see her fail at something–become frightened, or cry, or do something that showed she had weaknesses like they did.

One night several students tried to frighten Alice with a practical joke. They borrowed the hand of a co**se they had been studying in anatomy and tied it to the light cord in her closet. When she tried to turn on the light, she would find herself holding a dead man’s hand. “That would scare anybody,” one of them said. “If it doesn’t scare her, nothing will.” After tying the hand in place, they went to the movies. When they got back, Alice was asleep. But when they didn’t see her the next morning, they decided to find out what had happened.

There was no sign of Alice in her room. But they soon found her. She was sitting on the floor in her closet staring at the dead man’s hand and mumbling to herself. Alice didn’t even look up. The “joke” had worked, but nobody was laughing. 4 days left