8. Nightmare of the Living Teachers

8 Nightmare of the Living Teachers Spooky music was playing, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from. The whole world around me was dark and gloomy. I didn't know if I was awake or asleep. It was creepy. "Where am I?" I asked. "Is this a dream... or a nightmare?" But nobody answered. And then I heard the sound of footsteps. Lots of footsteps. They were getting closer. Coming toward me. "Help!" I tried to shout. "Help!" But no words came out of my mouth. Soon I was able to make out some faces. I was surrounded by people coming at me

from all sides. They were the teachers at my school! Mrs. Daisy! Mrs. Roopy! Mr. Granite! Ms. Hannah! Mr. Macky! Miss Small! They were all there! And they were wearing weird costumes. They had their hands out in front of them and glassy looks in their eyes. It was like I was being attacked by zombie teachers! "We're coming to get you, A.J." they droned. "We're coming to get you...." "Noooooooooooo!" I tried to back away from them, but there was a wall behind me. The teachers were all over me. "Candy rots your teeth," said Mrs. Cooney, our school nurse. "We must take it away from you." "Candy spoils your appetite," said Ms. LaGrange, our lunch lady. "We must take it

away from you." "Candy is bad for you," said Miss Holly, our Spanish teacher. "We must take it away from you." "No! No!" I shouted. "Don't take my candy away! Please! I'm begging you!"

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"Okay," said Ms. Hannah, our art teacher. "Then we're going to pour green paint all over you." "What? Wait! Why?" "It's my favorite color," Ms. Hannah said as she dumped a big bucket filled with green paint all over my head. "No! Stop! Don't!" "Aha-ha-ha!" yelled Ms. Hannah. "It's Halloween! He's turning green!" All the teachers started chanting. "He's turning green! It's Halloween! He's turning green!" "HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPP!" But they wouldn't stop. My whole body was covered with green paint. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. It was the worst dream I ever had. I hoped it was a dream anyway.

Suddenly, the teachers stopped pouring green paint on me. They turned around. They looked frightened. "Run!" shouted Mr. Klutz, our principal. "Quickly! Run away!" The teachers ran away, and you'll never believe in a million hundred years who showed up a few seconds later. It was a