Day On The Farm

Hi, my name is Joe and my brothers are Bob and Dan. It's almost time to tell stories up in the silo on the MacBeth farm. Every friday at 11:30pm up in the silo, it is scary story time.

It was coming close to 11:30 and I was the only person in the silo. Every once in a while I could hear a creeking sound. It almost sounded like someone coming up the stairs of the silo. I heard a BANG and then some laughter. I went to the stairs and my brothers yelled, "BOO". I was really scared, but after a while it went away. My brothers wouldn't stop making fun of me saying, "Scaredy cat, scaredy cat," time after time.

I said that I wasn't scared and they said, "Prove it then."

"Ok, what do you want me to do?" I said.

Dan replied, "You know where uncle Tom is buried? Well, we want you to stick the pitchfork into his grave to make sure he's there and to find out if he's dead or alive. If you don't return here in less than a hour, we can tell all of your friends you're a scaredy cat. If you return and if the pitchfork is in the grave tomorrow, we will clean the pig troughs for two weeks. Ok?"

"Deal", I replied. 

Out I went to the old graveyard, pitchfork in hand. I was determined to stick the fork in the grave. My overalls were dragging on the ground and I was oh so scared. I was almost to the grave. Finally I reached the grave and I stuck the fork in but it caught my right pant leg. I didn't know what had happened. I went into shock, and later I died.

The doctors said I must have thought that Uncle Tom had reached out of the grave and grabbed me but it was only the pitchfork caught in my overalls. Dan and Bob could be waiting for a while for me to return and they will have to clean the pig troughs anyways.