The ThunderBoo writing contest is held annually in celebration of Halloween. Students, parents and staff of Pius X High School submit their scariest, spookiest, and freakiest stories. Artwork, videos, music and other genres must be accompanied by writing of some kind. The grand prize winner is awarded a cash prize, as is runner-up.
2013 ThunderBoo Winner Monica Condon
and Runner-Up Noah Appleget
Continue to scroll down, but be forewarned...
2013 ThunderBoo Winner: Monica Condon - Poem & Painting
(Painting is on display in Room 254)
It was a frightening feeling,
So frantic and unhinged
and everything was blurry and bleeding
The noises sounded like colors blacks and reds and deep bruised purples
and it was dizzying
It was a strange feeling,
So deliciously sinister
These words sounded like lullabies
But they corroded her soul like battery acid
Until she felt as vacant and repulsive as a corpse
It was an eating sort of feeling
Cannibalizing her brainwaves
Creating deep echoing disturbances
That reverberated down her spine like lightning
And made each synapse snap
It was almost sort of nice.
I cannot. can’t. can NOT.
But with each beat of her little black heart,
it choked her tighter
And then there was no feeling at all.
2013 ThunderBoo Runner-Up: Noah Appleget - Multi-Genre Project "Blair Witch Revisited"
This physical multi-genre project has been scanned for WordStruck. The following links will walk you through a haunted journey inspired by one of the spookiest movies of all time.
From Noah: This project is based on the mythology of the "Blair Witch Project". Some pieces are completely my creation and others based on mythology found on the Blair Witch website. The story of the Blair Witch is a myth, created for entertainment purposes only.
Never heard of "The Blair Witch"? Begin your journey by clicking here
Case File of Sheriff Tom Riling
"Who is Elly?"
"There is no Blair Witch..."
Search Called Off
Transcript - Final Recording
2013 ThunderBoo Consolation (Tie): Joel Bittner poem "Lethal Love"
Gliding home, following a fairy tale date
A match made in heaven, it must have been fate
Cutting through the woods to get a view of the moon
“She was gorgeous. I hope to see her again soon.”
Skipping over a modest brook
I noticed a strange shadow, and a bush that shook
Supposing it was my romantic imagination
I carried on without the tiniest speculation
Bounding over an oaken stump
My ears pricked and I heard a thump
Ringing out like a chopping ax
The rippled silence stopped me in my tracks
Surveying the brush for the source of the clamor
Like a living statue, my heart began to hammer
Pondering over the ominous blast
I continued on, my pace a scrap fast
Crunching my way through leaves and snapping sticks
A noise transcended the clatter, a sound similar to stiletto clicks
Quickening my step to a brisker pace
I recalled my lover’s beautiful face
Strengthening my spirit with the thought of her charm
“It is foolish to be scared. Nothing will cause me harm.”
Plucking a cord of bravery, I glanced back around
But only a mere distance off, a ghostly figure I found
Jerking my head to get a better sight
My mind buzzed and my body danced with fright
Staring in a trance, I tried to disbelieve
Then the silhouette took a chilling step toward me
Crying out, “Who’s there?” in a wobbling tone
The form responded with a bloodcurdling moan
Pedaling backwards to escape the waking nightmare
I distinguished a hatchet through the starry glare
Wasting not a second more, I turned to run
Near me, the ax struck a tree with the sound of a gun
Sprinting for my life through the trees at top speed
I tore through branches and tangling weed
Attempting to avoid a sip from Death’s cup
Behind me, I sensed the fiend catching up
Gasping desperately as if plagued by cardiac arrest
The terror seized me within heaving chest
Losing my balance, I began to trip
My foot was snagged, my ankle in the monster’s grip
Hurtling towards the earth, I let out a shriek
My body flailed and thrashed, but my outcome shone bleak
Whimpering in the dirt I could smell a perfume
It was lovely and sweet, despite my imminent doom
Recalling tender thoughts of my newly discovered love
I wished to see just once more, that face sent from heaven above
Gathering courage and my last ounce of life
I opened my eyes expecting to see a fatal knife
Horrifying me to my core
I saw something I could not account for
Regretting the wish for which I just prayed
The girl I loved, stood over me with a blade
Lacking every bit of splendor and grace
She no longer wore the same cherished face
Resembling that of a demon from hell
I screeched into the night as her dagger rapidly fell.
ThunderBoo 2013 Consolation (Tie): Morgan White short story "Will You Play With Me?"
Morgan's terrific short story is going through one more round of edits and will be published soon!
ThunderBoo 2013 Publication Selection: photograph by Noah Kapustka, micro-fiction by Joel Bittner
“Man, I got to go.”
The best part about living in a haunted house is using the bathroom. I never know what I’ll find.
Ducking through the boarded up entry way, I slink my way onto the bloodstained tile. I flip the lights and illuminate Randy’s face. He’s just chilling in the shower.
Poor kid, his dad drowned him in a bathtub. Now he haunts it.
“Hey Randy, how’re you today?”
He’s a regular.
ThunderBoo 2013 Publication Selection: "Red" short story and painting by Lauren Schieke
There was something alive in the forest that inexplicably drew her in.
It was the way it whispered, ‘Come see me sometime sweetheart...’
It wasn’t in a sinister way at first though. Always with an air of frailty and an extended hand, that was to be held tenderly but respectfully. It blew her kisses in the slow winds that swept her hair aside. The trees, restless, sighed as she neared. This forest was a treasure, a love no money could replace. It could not be stolen from her or corrupted by any physical monster.
Come see me again sometime, dear.
She opened her eyes with the crunch of leaves beneath her head. Autumn leaves formed a safe and secure barrier from the sky. The earth trembled with her awakening. A sweet smile broke through as she breathed deeply the late-morning air; everything was quietly stirring, with the occasional sound of a bird in the distance. She sat up and let her red hair fall into a hood around her face.
Good morning, love.
"Good morning, Nana."
Some stray fall leaves spiraled down above her. She jumped up to meet them as they fell and threw them back towards the trees, dancing in the rains of autumn.
A hollow tree knocked nearby.
She spun and froze. Another furious knock.
"Yes?" "WAKE UP! IT'S TIME TO TAK-"
She turned and ran, leaving it unheard.
The wind ran with her, embracing the sudden movement as one of its own. A tree leapt up to meet her, but she was ready and wrapped her arms around it.
Why, Red, what a surprise to see you. Come give your Nana a hug.
The stability made her feel calm. She felt the connections in everything around her, from the squabbling squirrels and the shivering leaves on the branches, to the claw marks and the sweet stench in the air. A grinning shadow rose from her mind.
Where are you going? I bet she would love for you to pick her flowers.
Her mind flew out of her body, all the way up to the trees. Screams left her thoughts, but her body would not listen as it answered politely and agreed. The shadow was there in front of her mind then, baring its glistening teeth at her and dripping her red blood. She shrunk back into herself and felt her body jerk back and forth as she hit the ground somewhere else.
"GET HER BACK IN HER ROOM ALREADY AND GIVE HER A SEDAT-."
Lights bright as the white sun made pink spots form in front of her eyes. Flowers? Her Nana would love a bunch of pink flowers.
Why, thank you darling, these are lovely.
Low-hanging branches caressed her face as she strolled by; they pointed her toward a lovely bunch of wildflowers beside the worn path. She squatted down and gently rubbed her face against them, and then plucked a few from the patch. One she wove in her hair and the rest she placed carefully in her treat basket.
She continued on her way and happily broke out into skipping. Absently, she noticed the sky was darkening.
Something was suddenly wrong. The wind pushed defiantly against her, and the branches grew claws that reached out for her. The barrier of leaves in the sky grew closer and closer, causing her breath to grow short.
The voice faded into the violent winds. It was not what she thought it was anymore.
A bead of sweat dripped down her head. She reached back to wipe it away only to find that it was the flower in her hair; the flower was bleeding. The panic finally burst in her chest, so she dashed into a run. As she crested a hill, she breathed a short gasp of relief to see her Nana's cottage.
She sprinted towards it, but suddenly her feet got tangled between each other and she spiraled forward into darkness.
"TIE HER DOWN! SHE'S BEGINNING TO WAKE U-"
She struggled and cried out wildly. Hands gripped her from every angle, as she felt rough leather tighten around her wrists, ankles, stomach, and head. The metal was cold beneath her, and only made her thrash around more. Sea-foam green walls swam around in her vision, with the occasional blurry face peering down at her. A tremendous shock made her body stiffen and fall away into blackness.
Her Nana's face appeared in her mind then, reminding her of her urgency. The cottage was still only a few yards away. Her knees were red and slowly swelling up from the fall, but she ignored them and jogged toward the cottage. Something was still wrong; she could not hear her call.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion after she pushed open the door. The room was barely lit by the setting sun, but there was enough to see the horror. Her vision tunneled as she saw the monster crouching in the corner beside her Nana's bed with a distended stomach. Her memories flooded back to her. Its neck snapped around immediately and locked eyes with her.
The eyes saw everything. They reflected all her nightmares, failures, and fears in its icy blue gaze, and trapped her there. Her mind exploded into activity for a mere second, and then completely shut down. A growl so ground-rumbling shook her heart into terrific submission while her soul shrunk to an almost non-existent state. The teeth snapped out wide and took her entirely.
Everything around her was pulsing steadily. It would have been relaxing if not for the bloody red walls that surrounded her on all sides. They squeezed her tighter and tighter, against another trembling body.
Her skin itched and burned, but she did nothing because she knew she was beaten. Her mind had already been beaten long ago.
Suddenly, a deep echoing thrum made everything around her jerk and die. She felt this new reality fade with an air of indifference. An arrowhead sliced open a piece of sunlight, and she was pulled towards it. It was as if she herself was the one dying, only to realize she was being born again into another red world.
"I assure you Mrs. Hood, the operation was a complete success."
Her eyes opened suddenly to a place she did not recognize. Confusion took hold of her at first, but subsided into some neutral emotion. The table was pleasantly cool underneath her and the voices blended into murmurs in the back of her head. There was nothing back there; she felt nothing. She let her eyes flutter shut, only to see lazy red patterns dancing there.
That color used to be her love, her way of expression. It was like a childhood memory of a sunny day spent with the people she loved the most. It was the smell of cinnamon and fall leaves and her musty red cape. It was the bracing hug of chilly weather replacing the drag of summer.
However, after the monster took over her life, red only became a horrible nightmare that stole her sanity and left her emotions running wild. She coped with the trauma in the only way she knew how. A red brick wall formed in her head, but was no help when it came to the blood that seeped into her thoughts. She never understood this slow insanity, only that she was afraid and confused.
In the end, her brain broke down. It snapped back and forth between realities, but was eventually given no choice but to exist in neither.
ThunderBoo 2013 Publication Selection: Emily Pletcher poem "Fear"
I close my eyes and cross my arms to clutch my waist
Too scared to encounter my tormentors face to face.
I feel Chill’s boney fingers slither up my spine, touching every vertebrae
And though he’s gone in a flash, I know Cold Sweat is here to stay.
I can feel Tension grasp my shoulders and try to push me to the floor
I don’t know how long I can take much more.
I sense Paranoia’s piercing stare penetrate my neck like poison fangs.
I clench my jaw and bite my lip to avoid screaming out in pain.
I feel as if Terror has swept over me like a cold hard winters wind
And Humility has condescendingly flashed me her evil grin.
Loneliness and Misery engulf me like the cold waters of an empty sea
And Despair whispers in my ear that there is no one willing to save me.
I swipe away Horror’s hands that are grasping at me feverishly
And try to ignore the disgusted looks and demeaning glares that come from Insecurity.
Suddenly I lose control, my body shakes, my heart and lungs react so violently
I can’t see straight and my nerves are shot, all thanks to Anxiety.
I swallow my screams, hold back the tears and try, my feelings, to hide.
I know they’ll use my vulnerability to unlock and torture what’s deep down inside.
Never again will I be free or from these clutches be released?
No, that’s not how it will be. I must gather the courage to confront these mighty beasts.
So reluctantly I open my eyes, slowly, only to see…
Fear and its blood shot eyes peering into me.
2013 ThunderBoo Winners (L-R):
Morgan White; Noah Appleget (back); Emily Pletcher; Monica Condon; Joel Bittner; Lauren Schieke; Noah Kapustka