"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. 

"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. 

"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. 

"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? 

"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." 

"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. 

"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. 

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

"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. 

"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. 

"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. 

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

"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. 

"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." 

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. 

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. 

"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. 

"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? 

"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." 

"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. 

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. 

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

"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.

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. 

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. 

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

"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. 

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. 

"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. 

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. 

"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. 

"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? 

"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." 

"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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

"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 

"So what's the deal with all these toys?" I asked. ".
4. This creates a creepy story because... There is no kids in the house yet the toys are there and we would think they belong ot actual kids so .

"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. ".
4. This creates a creepy story because it is what she is doing before she make her siblings disappear

"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. ".
4. This creates a creepy story because it's weird that someone leaves children things after they move out.

4. This creates a  creepy story because in the end the same thing happened to the Marybeth family just like the women.

"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 it helps the reader think and wonder why would the people have kid stuff but not have any kids .

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."

4. This creates a creepy story because it's creepy and scary if you start to see things such as ghost move around your house.

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

4. This creates a creepy story because why would the previous owner leave their stuff in the attic?

"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." 

".
4. This creates a creepy story because this near the part were Marybethe plays the scary monster game with her siblings