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Creepy Elements:
1 - Plot
2 - Dialogue

Members:
Stefany
Cynthia
Abby
Rose
Criss
Oliver

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1. The author is using ____ as a creepy element because...
2. The author describes...
3. In the text it states, "...".
4. This creates a creepy story because...

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Ahmad
Brian
Uniique
Shilah
Janely
Diane

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Ahmad
Brian
Uniique
Shilah
Janely
Diane

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Isai
Francisco
Lindsay
Alexa
Michelle
Jocelyn B
Lisbet

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Stefany
Cynthia
Abby
Rose
Criss
Oliver

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Stefany
Cynthia
Abby
Rose
Criss
Oliver

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Dylan
Alexander
Britany
Jocelyn C
Jesus
Antonio

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As we work on our IFL Unit, we will analyze a number of creepy elements the author's use to set the tone for their stories. Authors use many different elements to create the tone and mood of their stories. Today we are going to take a close look at some of those elements in The Most Important Night of Melonie's Life.

Each group will be given 2 Creepy Elements to look at. Each Creepy Element column has several passages which show examples of that element. Take a close look at those passages and choose one to write about. You will identify how the author used that element in that passage to create the tone of their writing.

You will complete one responses for EACH of the 2 Creepy Elements assigned to your group.

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Isai
Francisco
Lindsay
Alexa
Michelle
Jocelyn B
Lisbet

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Dylan
Alexander
Britany
Jocelyn C
Jesus
Antonio

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Creepy Elements:
3 - Mood
4 - Characterization

Members:
Dylan
Alexander
Britany
Jocelyn C
Jesus
Antonio

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At first I thought it was because the sun was hitting it, shining through the trees, creating patch of bright light that made the quilt seem to glow.

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It was 7:30 on a Saturday morning as we drove in the van searching for garage sales. As usual, Timmy and Maddie, my twin brother and sister, were fighting like Velociraptors in the back of the van, gouging each other's face, ready to draw blood. I knew the fight would go on until one bit the other hard enough to make them let out a scream that could shatter bulletproof glass.

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It was 7:30 on a Saturday morning as we drove in the van searching for garage sales. As usual, Timmy and Maddie, my twin brother and sister, were fighting like Velociraptors in the back of the van, gouging each other's face, ready to draw blood. I knew the fight would go on until one bit the other hard enough to make them let out a scream that could shatter bulletproof glass.

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When I got home that day, as I was walking down the hallway toward my room, I thought I saw something move. It was something about the size of a cat. or maybe it was just my
imagination. Still, I had to investigate.

Mom was off at work, Dad was at a job interview, and the twins were at day care, so i was
totally alone. Maybe I should have been scared as I stepped into the twins' room, looking for that moving shape, but I wasn't. Not yet, anyway.

As my eyes scanned the room, I saw that the blinds were drawn, casting diagonal slits of light against the wall. I also noticed that the quilt, which had been folded at the end of Timmy's bed when I left for school, wasn't there anymore. And then I saw it.

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Mostly it was clothes--old bell-bottom pants, stained blouses, moldy things that smelled of mothballs, and children's clothing. In fact, there were all kinds of children's things-toys, picture books ... and a child's quilt.

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Two minutes later, Timmy bit Maddie, who then let loose a wail that rattled my brain. And that's when I did it: I grabbed their stupid yellow blanket, balled it up, and hurled it out my window. We were driving over a bridge, and the blanket went sailing like a comet over the edge of the guardrail, down to the creek below.

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The woman just stared at her, blinking. "No, we don't have any children," she said.

"So what's the deal with all these toys?" I asked.

The woman shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know. They were all up in the attic."

"They must have been left by the previous owners," my mother suggested as she looked at the toys.

"Yes," said the woman. "Yes, that must be it." And then she went to help some other customers.

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The woman just stared at her, blinking. "No, we don't have any children," she said.

"So what's the deal with all these toys?" I asked.

The woman shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know. They were all up in the attic."

"They must have been left by the previous owners," my mother suggested as she looked at the toys.

"Yes," said the woman. "Yes, that must be it." And then she went to help some other customers.

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Dad had the music turned up full blast. It was his defense against Timmy and Maddie's little war. Today it was about their stupid yellow blanket. There used to be two stupid yellow blankets, but last year one got lost. Ever since, the surviving one was fought over constantly.

"Mom, can't you shut them up?" I asked.

Mom turned around and said something totally useless to the twins, like "You stop that now," then she went back to looking out the window for garage-sale signs.

"Mom, I swear, if they don't stop screaming, I'm going to gag them with that miserable blanket," I warned.

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Creepy Elements:
5 - Setting
6 - Irony

Members
Isai
Francisco
Lindsay
Alexa
Michelle
Jocelyn B
Lisbet

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1. The author is using sensory imagery as a creepy element because the blanket is glowing.
2. The author describes the blanket as glowing but Marybeth at first thought it was because of the sun.
3. In the text it states, "At first I thought it was because the sun was hitting it, shining through the trees, creating patch of bright light that made the quilt seem to glow."
4. This creates a creepy story because at first Marybeth thought it was the sunlight making the blanket glow. Then she realized the blanket was glowing on its own. A blanket does not normally glow on it's own so this is showing the reader that there is something supernatural about the blanket.

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A man and woman had all the leftovers of their life spread out on their driveway. They smiled when they saw us coming. People who give garage sales love when people drive up in nice big vans like ours. Vans can haul off a lot, and often we did.

It used to be that we mostly picked things up for the church thrift shop. But ever since Dad lost his job, we've been picking up things for ourselves. Usually people just get rid of junk at these sales, but every once in a while you can find something great. That's how we found my piano last month. It cost two hundred dollars, but the same one would have cost at least a thousand in a store.

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Dad had the music turned up full blast. It was his defense against Timmy and Maddie's little war. Today it was about their stupid yellow blanket. There used to be two stupid yellow blankets, but last year one got lost. Ever since, the surviving one was fought over constantly.

"Mom, can't you shut them up?" I asked.

Mom turned around and said something totally useless to the twins, like "You stop that now," then she went back to looking out the window for garage-sale signs.

"Mom, I swear, if they don't stop screaming, I'm going to gag them with that miserable blanket," I warned.

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There, in the corner of the room, something was peering out at me. It was a creature with a dark face and many legs, like a scorpion-at least that was what I thought before my brain kicked in. Then I realized it was just a trick of the light. I quickly fumbled with the blinds, and they rose with a clatter, letting in the late afternoon sun. That's when I saw that there was no creature on the floor. It was just the quilt, crumpled into a random pile of hills and valleys that, when lit just right, seemed to be a living thing.

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By now, the quilt had caught Mom's attention. "How beautiful," she said, lifting it off that little white chair. She unfolded it, revealing swimming colors and hundreds of bright patches of fabric.

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A man and woman had all the leftovers of their life spread out on their driveway. They smiled when they saw us coming. People who give garage sales love when people drive up in nice big vans like ours. Vans can haul off a lot, and often we did.

It used to be that we mostly picked things up for the church thrift shop. But ever since Dad lost his job, we've been picking up things for ourselves. Usually people just get rid of junk at these sales, but every once in a while you can find something great. That's how we found my piano last month. It cost two hundred dollars, but the same one would have cost at least a thousand in a store.

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"It's different with them," I said. "It's not that they get into my things, it's just that they're, well, there."

"I wish my brother was just there," said Corinne. “Actually... I wish he wasn't.” And then she laughed, smiling with a ravioli-filled mouth as if she were just making a joke. But I knew she meant what she said, even if she didn't know it... because lots of times I felt that way, too.

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"It's different with them," I said. "It's not that they get into my things, it's just that they're, well, there."

"I wish my brother was just there," said Corinne. “Actually... I wish he wasn't.” And then she laughed, smiling with a ravioli-filled mouth as if she were just making a joke. But I knew she meant what she said, even if she didn't know it... because lots of times I felt that way, too.

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"It's different with them," I said. "It's not that they get into my things, it's just that they're, well, there."

"I wish my brother was just there," said Corinne. “Actually... I wish he wasn't.” And then she
laughed, smiling with a ravioli-filled mouth as if she were just making a joke. But I knew she
meant what she said, even if she didn't know it... because lots of times I felt that way, too.

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Creepy Elements:
7 - Foreshadowing
8 - Sensory Imagery

Members:
Ahmad
Brian
Uniique
Shilah
Janely
Diane

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When I got home that day, as i was walking down the hallway toward my room, I thought I saw something move. It was something about the size of a cat or maybe it was just my imagination. Still, I had to investigate.

Mom was off at work, Dad was at a job interview, and the twins were at day care, so i was
totally alone. Maybe I should have been scared as I stepped into the twins' room, looking for that moving shape, but I wasn't. Not yet, anyway.

As my eyes scanned the room, I saw that the blinds were drawn, casting diagonal slits of light against the wall. I also noticed that the quilt, which had been folded at the end of Timmy's bed when I left for school, wasn't there anymore. And then I saw it.

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Two minutes later, Timmy bit Maddie, who then let loose a wail that rattled my brain. And that's when I did it: I grabbed their stupid yellow blanket, balled it up, and hurled it out my window. We were driving over a bridge, and the blanket went sailing like a comet over the edge of the guardrail, down to the creek below.

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There was something about the quilt that I hadn't noticed before. It wasn't simply a random patchwork of designs-each square was a scene. I had to look at it for a long time to really see it, but once I did, I couldn't deny that there were almost a hundred different scenes on that, blanket. There was a winter scene of children playing in the snow, and a summer scene of children playing on the beach. Another square, which at first glance seemed to be just brown strips across a blue background, was actually someone crouching in the branches of a tree against a clear sky.

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When I got home that day, as i was walking down the hallway toward my room, I thought I saw something move. It was something about the size of a cat. Or maybe it was just my  imagination. Still, I had to investigate.

Mom was off at work, Dad was at a job interview, and the twins were at day care, so I was totally alone. Maybe I should have been scared as I stepped into the twins' room, looking for that moving shape, but I wasn't. Not yet, anyway.

As my eyes scanned the room, I saw that the blinds were drawn, casting diagonal slits of light against the wall. I also noticed that the quilt, which had been folded at the end of Timmy's bed when I left for school, wasn't there anymore. And then I saw it.

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The woman just stared at her, blinking. "No, we don't have any children," she said.

"So what's the deal with all these toys?" I asked.

The woman shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know. They were all up in the attic."

"They must have been left by the previous owners," my mother suggested as she looked at the toys.

"Yes," said the woman. "Yes, that must be it." And then she went to help some other customers.

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There, in the corner of the room, something was peering out at me. It was a creature with a dark face and many legs, like a scorpion-at least that was what I thought before my brain kicked in. Then I realized it was just a trick of the light. I quickly fumbled with the blinds, and they rose with a clatter, letting in the late afternoon sun. That's when I saw that there was no creature on the floor. It was just the quilt, crumpled into a random pile of hills and valleys that, when lit just right, seemed to be a living thing.

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There, in the corner of the room, something was peering out at me. It was a creature with a dark face and many legs, like a scorpion-at least that was what I thought before my brain kicked in. Then I realized it was just a trick of the light. I quickly fumbled with the blinds, and they rose with a clatter, letting in the late afternoon sun. That's when I saw that there was no creature on the floor. It was just the quilt, crumpled into a random pile of hills and valleys that, when lit just right, seemed to be a living thing.

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It began at dawn.

"It's mine!" yelled Maddie.

"No, it's mine!" screeched Timmy.

"No, it's mine!"

"No, it's MINE!"

"NO, IT'S MINE!"

It would have gone on like that for hours if someone didn't stop them, so I scraped myself out of bed and went into their room.

"Will you two just SHUT UP!" I roared as Mom came into the room as well.

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There, in the corner of the room, something was peering out at me. It was a creature with a dark face and many legs, like a scorpion-at least that was what I thought before my brain kicked in. Then I realized it was just a trick of the light. I quickly fumbled with the blinds, and they rose with a clatter, letting in the late afternoon sun. That's when I saw that there was no creature on the floor. It was just the quilt, crumpled into a random pile of hills and valleys that, when lit just right, seemed to be a living thing.

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A man and woman had all the leftovers of their life spread out on their driveway. They smiled when they saw us coming. People who give garage sales love when people drive up in nice big vans like ours. Vans can haul off a lot, and often we did.

It used to be that we mostly picked things up for the church thrift shop. But ever since Dad lost his job, we've been picking up things for ourselves. Usually people just get rid of junk at these sales, but every once in a while you can find something great. That's how we found my piano last month. It cost two hundred dollars, but the same one would have cost at least a thousand in a store.

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I backed away from the quilt until I hit a picture on the wall, and it fell down. I picked up the picture, and when I looked back at the quilt, it was just a quilt again. No faces, just colorful fabric filling the many squares.

I left the twins' room with a shudder and went into the living room, where the only faces looking at me were those in the smiling family photos on the wall. Then I sat at my piano and played something soothing. It had all been my imagination, I told myself. And I kept telling myself that until I almost believed it.

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There, in the corner of the room, something was peering out at me. It was a creature with a dark face and many legs, like a scorpion-at least that was what I thought before my brain kicked in. Then I realized it was just a trick of the light. I quickly fumbled with the blinds, and they rose with a clatter, letting in the late afternoon sun. That's when I saw that there was no creature on the floor. It was just the quilt, crumpled into a random pile of hills and valleys that, when lit just right, seemed to be a living thing.

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"We can't have both," said my dad. "It's got to be one or the other."

"We can't just take it away from her," said my mom. "She's wanted one for so long."

"Well, then, what are we going to do?" asked my dad in frustration. "Let the twins run around in the street after kindergarten?"

I knew what they were talking about. My piano. Ever since I was ten, they'd promised me I could have one, and just one month ago I finally got it. Now they were talking about selling it to pay for the twins' day care.

I didn't want to stand there and listen to their decision. I knew what it would be. The twins
always got what they wanted. They were always taken care of first. And as for me, well, I would just have to share in Mom and Dad's money misery, because misery loves company, right?

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There was something about the quilt that I hadn't noticed before. It wasn't simply a random patchwork of designs-each square was a scene. I had to look at it for a long time to really see it, but once I did, I couldn't deny that there were almost a hundred different scenes on that, blanket. There was a winter scene of children playing in the snow, and a summer scene of children playing on the beach. Another square, which at first glance seemed to be just brown strips across a blue background, was actually someone crouching in the branches of a tree against a clear sky.

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I backed away from the quilt until I hit a picture on the wall, and it fell down. I picked up the picture, and when I looked back at the quilt, it was just a quilt again. No faces, just colorful fabric filling the many squares.

I left the twins' room with a shudder and went into the living room, where the only faces looking at me were those in the smiling family photos on the wall. Then I sat at my piano and played something soothing. It had all been my imagination, I told myself. And I kept telling myself that until I almost believed it.

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"We can't have both," said my dad. "It's got to be one or the other."

"We can't just take it away from her," said my mom. "She's wanted one for so long."

"Well, then, what are we going to do?" asked my dad in frustration. "Let the twins run around in the street after kindergarten?"

I knew what they were talking about. My piano. Ever since I was ten, they'd promised me I could have one, and just one month ago I finally got it. Now they were talking about selling it to pay for the twins' day care.

I didn't want to stand there and listen to their decision. I knew what it would be. The twins
always got what they wanted. They were always taken care of first. And as for me, well, I would just have to share in Mom and Dad's money misery, because misery loves company, right?

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It began at dawn.

"It's mine!" yelled Maddie.

"No, it's mine!" screeched Timmy.

"No, it's mine!"

"No, it's MINE!"

"NO, IT'S MINE!"

It would have gone on like that for hours if someone didn't stop them, so I scraped myself out of bed and went into their room.

"Will you two just SHUT UP!" I roared as Mom came into the room as well.

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The twins began to whine about it, and that's when I left for my own room, where I dressed and left for school as quickly as I could. All the while I was trying to push what I was thinking out of my mind. It was something I heard not with my ears, but in a place deep within my head that my ears couldn't reach.

It was coming from the quilt. The moment that I had driven those four thumbtacks through its corners, I had heard the quilt scream.

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There was something about the quilt that I hadn't noticed before. It wasn't simply a random patchwork of designs-each square was a scene. I had to look at it for a long time to really see it, but once I did, I couldn't deny that there were almost a hundred different scenes on that, blanket. There was a winter scene of children playing in the snow, and a summer scene of children playing on the beach. Another square, which at first glance seemed to be just brown strips across a blue background, was actually someone crouching in the branches of a tree against a clear sky.

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You must be desperate if you're asking me, is what I wanted to say. They never trusted me
alone with the twins, because they said I was too mean to them, and they're probably right.

"Sure," I said. "I'll watch them."

As soon as the twins heard that they were being left with me, they began to whine.

"No!" Timmy yelled. "Marybeth will play tricks on us!"

"She'll play scary games," Maddie cried. "She'll make us cry. Marybeth hates us."

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I backed away from the quilt until I hit a picture on the wall, and it fell down. I picked up the picture, and when I looked back at the quilt, it was just a quilt again. No faces, just colorful fabric filling the many squares.

I left the twins' room with a shudder and went into the living room, where the only faces looking at me were those in the smiling family photos on the wall. Then I sat at my piano and played something soothing. It had all been my imagination, I told myself. And I kept telling myself that until I almost believed it.

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The twins began to whine about it, and that's when I left for my own room, where I dressed and left for school as quickly as I could. All the while I was trying to push what I was thinking out of my mind. It was something I heard not with my ears, but in a place deep within my head that my ears couldn't reach.

It was coming from the quilt. The moment that I had driven those four thumbtacks through its corners, I had heard the quilt scream.

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You must be desperate if you're asking me, is what I wanted to say. They never trusted me
alone with the twins, because they said I was too mean to them, and they're probably right.

"Sure," I said. "I'll watch them."

As soon as the twins heard that they were being left with me, they began to whine.

"No!" Timmy yelled. "Marybeth will play tricks on us!"

"She'll play scary games," Maddie cried. "She'll make us cry. Marybeth hates us."

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"We can't have both," said my dad. "It's got to be one or the other."

"We can't just take it away from her," said my mom. "She's wanted one for so long."

"Well, then, what are we going to do?" asked my dad in frustration. "Let the twins run around in the street after kindergarten?"

I knew what they were talking about. My piano. Ever since I was ten, they'd promised me I could have one, and just one month ago I finally got it. Now they were talking about selling it to pay for the twins' day care.

I didn't want to stand there and listen to their decision. I knew what it would be. The twins
always got what they wanted. They were always taken care of first. And as for me, well, I would just have to share in Mom and Dad's money misery, because misery loves company, right?

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"The monster game," I replied.

"No!" they cried. "We hate the monster game! We hate it!"

"Well, tough," I told them. "That's the game / want to play." Immediately the twins ran into the living room and ducked under the coffee table, as if hiding there would keep them safe.

"Please, Marybeth," Timmy whimpered, "Please don't scare us!"

I dug through my closet until I found this wonderfully hideous rubber Halloween mask. Then I put it over my face and stomped out into the living room.

"Grrrrrrowl!" I roared, shoving my monster face under the coffee table. The twins ran screaming into our parents' room, and I stomped after them.

"I'm the monster that eats bad little boys and girls!" I growled, finding them in Mom and Dad's bed, hiding their faces with pillows.

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I backed away from the quilt until I hit a picture on the wall, and it fell down. I picked up the picture, and when I looked back at the quilt, it was just a quilt again. No faces, just colorful fabric filling the many squares.

I left the twins' room with a shudder and went into the living room, where the only faces looking at me were those in the smiling family photos on the wall. Then I sat at my piano and played something soothing. It had all been my imagination, I told myself. And I kept telling myself that until I almost believed it.

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"The monster game," I replied.

"No!" they cried. "We hate the monster game! We hate it!"

"Well, tough," I told them. "That's the game / want to play." Immediately the twins ran into the living room and ducked under the coffee table, as if hiding there would keep them safe.

"Please, Marybeth," Timmy whimpered, "Please don't scare us!"

I dug through my closet until I found this wonderfully hideous rubber Halloween mask. Then I put it over my face and stomped out into the living room.

"Grrrrrrowl!" I roared, shoving my monster face under the coffee table. The twins ran screaming into our parents' room, and I stomped after them.

"I'm the monster that eats bad little boys and girls!" I growled, finding them in Mom and Dad's bed, hiding their faces with pillows.

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The twins began to whine about it, and that's when I left for my own room, where I dressed and left for school as quickly as I could. All the while I was trying to push what I was thinking out of my mind. It was something I heard not with my ears, but in a place deep within my head that my ears couldn't reach.

It was coming from the quilt. The moment that I had driven those four thumbtacks through its corners, I had heard the quilt scream.

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"The monster game," I replied.

"No!" they cried. "We hate the monster game! We hate it!"

"Well, tough," I told them. "That's the game / want to play." Immediately the twins ran into the living room and ducked under the coffee table, as if hiding there would keep them safe.

"Please, Marybeth," Timmy whimpered, "Please don't scare us!"

I dug through my closet until I found this wonderfully hideous rubber Halloween mask. Then I put it over my face and stomped out into the living room.

"Grrrrrrowl!" I roared, shoving my monster face under the coffee table. The twins ran screaming into our parents' room, and I stomped after them.

"I'm the monster that eats bad little boys and girls!" I growled, finding them in Mom and Dad's bed, hiding their faces with pillows.

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You must be desperate if you're asking me, is what I wanted to say. They never trusted me
alone with the twins, because they said I was too mean to them, and they're probably right.

"Sure," I said. "I'll watch them."

As soon as the twins heard that they were being left with me, they began to whine.

"No!" Timmy yelled. "Marybeth will play tricks on us!"

"She'll play scary games," Maddie cried. "She'll make us cry. Marybeth hates us."

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I ran to my room with the horrible quilt clutched in my hand and got a pair of scissors. I was ready to cut the thing into a million pieces. But as I brought the scissors to the fabric I knew that I couldn't do it-because of something I saw inside the quilt.

There, at the very corner of the fabric, was a new patchwork square. Two ovals of tan velvet on a purple cotton background. And, when I looked at it hard enough, those ovais became two faces--their faces. I could see my brother's and my sister's eyes, just like all the other eyes, silently staring out at me from inside the quilt.

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The twins began to whine about it, and that's when I left for my own room, where I dressed and left for school as quickly as I could. All the while I was trying to push what I was thinking out of my mind. It was something I heard not with my ears, but in a place deep within my head that my ears couldn't reach.

It was coming from the quilt. The moment that I had driven those four thumbtacks through its corners, I had heard the quilt scream.

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"The monster game," I replied.

"No!" they cried. "We hate the monster game! We hate it!"

"Well, tough," I told them. "That's the game / want to play." Immediately the twins ran into the living room and ducked under the coffee table, as if hiding there would keep them safe.

"Please, Marybeth," Timmy whimpered, "Please don't scare us!"

I dug through my closet until I found this wonderfully hideous rubber Halloween mask. Then I put it over my face and stomped out into the living room.

"Grrrrrrowl!" I roared, shoving my monster face under the coffee table. The twins ran screaming into our parents' room, and I stomped after them.

"I'm the monster that eats bad little boys and girls!" I growled, finding them in Mom and Dad's bed, hiding their faces with pillows.

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"The monster game," I replied.

"No!" they cried. "We hate the monster game! We hate it!"

"Well, tough," I told them. "That's the game / want to play." Immediately the twins ran into the living room and ducked under the coffee table, as if hiding there would keep them safe.

"Please, Marybeth," Timmy whimpered, "Please don't scare us!"

I dug through my closet until I found this wonderfully hideous rubber Halloween mask. Then I put it over my face and stomped out into the living room.

"Grrrrrrowl!" I roared, shoving my monster face under the coffee table. The twins ran screaming into our parents' room, and I stomped after them.

"I'm the monster that eats bad little boys and girls!" I growled, finding them in Mom and Dad's bed, hiding their faces with pillows.

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I watched as the two of them struggled to unravel themselves from the blanket.

"Don't be ridiculous," I said. But as I watched them struggle, I could see that blanket stretching around them, pulling tighter and tighter-actually straining to keep them from struggling out.

"Help us, Marybeth!" they cried. "The monster-it has us! It's eating us!"

That's when I saw the eyes. They were attached to all those faces — hundreds of them —  all staring out of the quilt... and this time I knew it wasn't just my imagination.

They were all the faces of children.

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The following Saturday, Mom and Dad had a garage sale.

"Look at this!" said a woman who rummaged through the piles of children's clothes and

children's toys.  “It’s a double stroller!" She was talking to her husband, who held newborn twins in his arms. "Just what we need," the woman went on, and then she turned to my mother. “I guess your twins have outgrown it," she said, giving the stroller a friendly pat.

My mother just stared at her, blinking. "No, we don't have twins," she said.

The woman glanced around at the piles of clothes. “But you seem to have two of everything, so I thought—"

"The stroller was in the garage," my mother said with a shrug. "I don't know how it got there... maybe it was from the previous owner."

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"You're lucky," said my friend Corinne, who was rummaging through our stuff as well.

"You're lucky you're an only child. I have to share everything with my little brother,"

And then Corinne picked up the many-colored quilt, which lay folded across a plastic teeter totter.

"I should give this to my brother to replace that disgusting old security blanket he carries around the house," said Corinne. "How much do you want for it?"

I thought about it. I thought about it a long time. And in the end I let her have it.

"Take it," I told her. "It's free."

And why not? Who was I to stop the quilt on its journey through this world? And besides... misery loves company.

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I ran to my room with the horrible quilt clutched in my hand and got a pair of scissors. I was ready to cut the thing into a million pieces. But as I brought the scissors to the fabric I knew that I couldn't do it-because of something I saw inside the quilt.

There, at the very corner of the fabric, was a new patchwork square. Two ovals of tan velvet on a purple cotton background. And, when I looked at it hard enough, those ovais became two faces--their faces. I could see my brother's and my sister's eyes, just like all the other eyes, silently staring out at me from inside the quilt.

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"You're lucky," said my friend Corinne, who was rummaging through our stuff as well.

"You're lucky you're an only child. I have to share everything with my little brother,"

And then Corinne picked up the many-colored quilt, which lay folded across a plastic teeter totter.

"I should give this to my brother to replace that disgusting old security blanket he carries around the house," said Corinne. "How much do you want for it?"

I thought about it. I thought about it a long time. And in the end I let her have it.

"Take it," I told her. "It's free."

And why not? Who was I to stop the quilt on its journey through this world? And besides... misery loves company.

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1. The author is using imagery as a creepy element because hes explaining how the quilt looks with other things that fit the image of what it looks like so we can better understand how it looks
2. The author describes the quilt as it has swimming colors with hundreds of bright patches of fabric
3. In the text it states, "By now, the quilt had caught Mom's attention. "How beautiful," she said, lifting it off that little white chair. She unfolded it, revealing swimming colors and hundreds of bright patches of fabric."
4. This creates a creepy story because

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1. The author is using Plot  as a creepy element because it shows the sries of events that happen in the story
2. The author describes The garage seller as weird because she had alot of kids toys and the mom asked her if she had childs and she said no mabye the previous owner left it  and she was uncomfortable.
3. In the text it states, "The woman just started at her, blinking "No we dont have any children," she said "so what's the deal with all these toys?" I asked The woman shrugged uncomfortably "I dont know.They were all up in the attic."
4. This creates a creepy story because the woman was acting weird and she probally did have children and the blanket did something to her kids and she rembembers what happened to her childrens but she dosent tell marybeth what the blanket does to kids.

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1. The author is using setting as a creepy element because we would know where it is happing and where it takes place.

2. The author describes about how Marybeth saw something about a size of a cat but maybe it was just her mind playing with her.

3. In the text it states "When I got home that day, as i was walking down the hallway toward my room, I thought I saw something move. It was something about the size of a cat or maybe it was just my imagination."

4. This creates a creepy story because it is telling us that she saw something about a size of a cat but she was home alone and maybe it was her mind playing with her but we didn't know she went inside and she saw the quilt folded at the end of Timmy bed but when she left to go to school it wasn't there.

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The author is using mood as a creepy element because it will make the story more interesting. The author describes the mood as shocking and surprising. In the text it states, "I could see my brother's and my sister's eyes, just like all the other eyes, silently staring out at me from inside the quilt." This creates a creepy story because normally a quilt won't have eyes staring at you. Also its creepy if a quilt has eyes and staring right at you.

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1. The author is using Foreshadowing as a creepy element because it shows little details or evidence to show what might happen or to leave you thinking about it
2. The author describes that the lady had no children or anything but she has lots of toys but she didnt know whose they were she just said they came from her attic
3. In the text it states, "The woman just stared at her, blinking. "No, we don't have any children," she said.

"So what's the deal with all these toys?" I asked.

The woman shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know. They were all up in the attic."

4. This creates a creepy story because why would she have all these toys if she didnt have any children

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The author is using Setting as a creepy element because something bad happened to Marry Beth twin brothers and sisters.
The author describes Mary Beth  like a big sister to her little brothers and sisters but her parents dont pay attention to her brothers and sisters and they only pay attention to marybeth.
In the text it " Let out a scream that could shatter bullet proof glass.
This creates a creepy story because it is telling me that something bad could happen like her parents could forget the twins

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1.The author is using setting as a creepy element because it tells that Marybeth was going to her room when she saw something move.
2.The author describes that something is going to happen in her room because Marybeth said that she saw something move and maybe something will move from her room.
3. In the text it states, "When I got home that day, as i was walking down the hallway toward my room, I thought I saw something move. It was something about the size of a cat or maybe it was just my imagination. Still, I had to investigate."
4.This creates a creepy story because Marybeth said that she was going to investigate what she thought moved and I think she will think something is moving from her room.

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1. The author is using setting as a creepy element because... it shows that marybeth had see something that was like a cat.
2. The author describes how marybeth saw something but it was nothing and it was all in her head.
3. In the text it states, ". I thought I saw something move. It was something about the size of a cat or maybe it was just my imagination."
4. This creates a creepy story because... It shows that something was i the house with her or it was just her mind playig with her.

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The author is using Mood as a creepy element because it can tell the reader how they feel to scare them.
The author describes the mood as scary.
In the text it states, "so I was totally alone". This creates a creepy story because it says no one is with you.

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The author is using Foreshadowing as a creepy element because when Marybeth and her friend were talking they were talking about how they wish they didn't have siblings. The author describes that they didn't both want siblings and that in the book something is going to happen and their siblings are going to disappear. In the text it states, ""I wish my brother was just there," said Corinne. “Actually... I wish he wasn't.” And then she laughed, smiling with a ravioli-filled mouth as if she were just making a joke. But I knew she meant what she said, even if she didn't know it... because lots of times I felt that way,".  This creates a creepy story because they both didn't want siblings and at the end their siblings are going to dissapear.

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1. The author is using setting as a creepy element because in marybeth's room the quilt was shaped like a scorpion .
2. The author describes the setting .
3. In the text it states, "It was a creature with a dark face and many legs, like a scorpion-at least that was what I thought before my brain kicked in. ".
4. This creates a creepy story because the quilt is supposed to be normal :)

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1. The author is using Dialogue as a creepy element because its a scary thing said by the characters in the story
2. The author describes Dad having the music blasting in the avn to defense timmy and maddies little fight becaus eof the yellow blanket and marybeth told them to shut up and the mom said you stop that now and marybeth told them i will gag them with that miserable blanket.
3. In the text it states, "Mom can't you shut them up"? I asked Mom turned around and said something totally useless to the twins, like you stop that now," Mom I swear if they dont stop screaming, Im going to gaag them with that miserable blanket", I warned.
4. This creates a creepy story because what if they got into a car chrash because dad has the music on blast and the twins are fighting and marybeth is trying to shut them up and mom is frustrated to find garage sells and what if they fell on the bridge where marybeth threw the blanket.