Halloween party 

by

Nataly Koval'ova (II doctor's assistants (11)

 I hate the holidays, but this time I could not get away. Like it or not, but I had to attend this Halloween party because I didn’t want my goddaughter to be disappointed in me. The previous thoughts are behind, and now I'm driving through the light autumn mist. Here it is Janice’s house.

- Open - her voice is heard.

 Day 1

 ...

- Here's Melissa! – She has cried near my ears, I jumped up and screamed.

- Demons! – It was a croaky voice and I heard a rumble.

Then I saw a man in overalls, similar to my gown. He was trying to gather on the floor scattered surgical instruments.

-         Well, now we have to spend power for cleaning here - like complaining he said.

- Conrad - an old man sitting on a chair appealed to him - I think that would be rightly if this problem will settle Melissa. – Isn’t it, Melissa?

His yellow eyes looked at me firmly.

- Of course - and I smiled woodenly and took from Conrad the instruments.

He exhaled with relief and prepared to leave the room.

I looked around, trying to find out who's who of them.

- Tom, is it you? - But Conrad did not react. Who is the old man, I had really no idea. Janice had so many relatives that only her mother was well versed in them.

Then it became very quiet, a little later, the old man, he cleared his throat and began the conversation:

-         Today, the patient has almost broken free. I think that it is necessary to triple injections of sedatives.

- So - I thought - it seems that we must immediately turn on the game.

- Well, master, - I bowed and froze; I didn’t not what to do next.

-         - Have you got any ideas how can we help him? – The master’s eyes lived their lives and learned everything around.

-         I strained my memory trying to survive all my medical and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind:

-         And what disease do we treat?

The old man stiffened and peered closely at me.

- I would really like to know it.

- Tell me everything again, and start from the beginning - I started to get used to the role of healer. I had almost overcome my shyness. I can not stand in the middle of the hall during the whole night!

- Well, - the master was accommodating – everything started a week ago. First of all one scroll appeared in the University. It had a prophecy that predicts the appearance of Him...

- Really the Demiurge? - I smiled to myself.

- No, and  don’t remember his name in vain, - the old man looked sternly at me - a scroll predicted the appearance of the Creator.

- And what the Creator is different from the Demiurge? - I finally decided to ask.

- There is no one above the Demiurge - answered the master - and there are a lot of the Creators.

- Well, - he continued - three days later, everything in the scroll had come true. One of the Creators visited our university, which produces Healers, known in many worlds. But something went wrong ...

The picture of waves of fire and other tumult suddenly appeared before my eyes. Crumpled buildings were filled with dead healers ... I wonder how it was done? Three-dimensional television?

- The surviving masters healers could swaddle him. It was  clear to everybody that it was something wrong with the Creator. We put him into the olbanit-camera, which cuts him from the energizing, and so far we do not know what happened with him.

- Let's go and see.

The Master was not against it, and took me to the ward.

On the couch I saw the man of thirty; he was lying on his back. His eyes carelessly wandered on the ceiling, and he was wrapped into a soft cloth.

- For what is that? - I pointed to the cloth.

Master silently approached and opened the part of the fabric.

- Mom! - I could only exclaim, - what is it?

Deep ulcers were scattered throughout the body of the Creator.

-         We do not know yet - the old man said.

Meanwhile, Conrad entered the room. He stretched out his hands towards the patient, and they fell a little lightning.

- It can not be the truth, - I muttered to myself.

Ulcers on the skin of the Creator began to disappear. After a couple of minutes there was not one!

- Has he recovered? - I asked timidly.

- In a couple of hours, they will appear again, - said Conrad. It was seen that the procedure was given to him not so easy.

 ....

Day 5

 I have read a lot of books, but I could not find anything that could be helpful to the. Every day I saw his suffering and tried to overcome the disease, until finally I realized that everything is useless.

In the end, I fell asleep in the room with the Creator, whose groans were given for a long time in my ears.

 I had a very strange dream. Jared, that was the name of the creator, told me about his life, we had a wonderful walk in the clouds.

- You know, Melissa - he smiled sadly, - the Creator has only one disease.

- What is it, Jared?

, will agree to take our burden upon himself.

…

 Day 6

 This morning, I entered the room with the sick Creator and walked resolutely to the couch.

- I accept your burden upon myself, - I say mangled, but nothing happened. There were no lightning, no thunderclap. I repeated the words once again, but nothing has changed.

A few days later, the Master came to see me.

- He recovered! - He cheered me.

I jumped up and ran to the room, which became so dear. The Creator was sitting on the couch and was eating something.

- But how? - I was surprised, looking back on the master ...

 ....

 - Kate, Kate!!! - Janice was shaking my hand - and why are your hands glowing?

The bathroom was so small that it only had two stalls and one sink and three people would be considered a crowd. My sister beat me to the second stall (after she saw the old woman enter the first stall and heard her lock the stall). My sister and I were laughing at each other and we are talking to each other while my sister was in the stall, I was (play) fussing at her for beating me to the only available stall. So here I was standing outside the first stall waiting for the old woman to come out. All of the sudden the door to the first stall slowly creeped open and I stepped to the side so that the old woman could get out (told you the bathroom was very small). After a few seconds no one came out and I peeked around and pushed the door open a little bit more. I was scared that I may find the poor old lady sitting on the toilet and she had let the door come open on her or something and we would both have an awkward moment. I looked into the stall AND NO ONE IS THERE! My sister 

I'll end this ghost story on a happier note -- my grandmother pulled through and is still kicking up her heels to this day. 

Yermak Kate

II pharmacists D (9)

the 1st one

When a girl lay in the hospital, her name was Dana, she did not have any friends and only in the hospital, she finally began to talk normally, and her new friends. She was happy she was happy in the early life, but the last two weeks and it was time to be discharged. Dana this is not wanted, but not something to be done. The next day after discharge is given early in the morning ran away from home and jerked his legs to the hospital, and it hit by a truck, and she died ... 

All layouts have been upset in this situation, and the day after the girl was lying with Dana went to the toilet, but there are so located that the men's room on the right, the left female, and in the middle klizmennaya. 

And when she went to the toilet when I heard cries of klizmennoy opened the door, she saw Dan. She knew that Dan had died, and with trembling voice asked what she was doing. In response, Dana lifted her head her eyes were still covered in blood, and creepy hripatym voice answered: "Nothing" and disappeared. 

Where's My Liver 

by

Yermak Kate

II pharmacists D (9)

 "Go straight to the store and don’t fool around,” his mother said sternly as she handed over the money. "Your father’s boss is coming to dinner tonight and we’re having his favorite meal of liver and onions. It’s important that we make a good impression, so get the best liver they’ve got.” 
"I will, Ma,” Tommy sulked. His mother had really been after him since he brought home a failing report card.Tommy grabbed his bicycle from the garage and rode down then street. Then saw his friend Chad. "Come on, Tommy!” Chad called. "The gang’s playing baseball over at the park, and we need a pitcher.” 

Immediately, all thoughts of his errand fled from Tommy’s mind. The boys headed towards the park. Tommy pitched a no-hitter to win the game for his team, but by the time it was over, it was dark. Then Tommy remembered his errand. "The liver!” he gasped. "I’ve got to get to the store!” 
But, all the local groceries were closed. "My mom’s going to kill me,” he gasped. First the bad report card, and now this! He would be grounded for life. 

As he rode home past the cemetery, he got an idea. It was an awful idea, but it would save him from the even more awful fate that awaited him if he came home without a liver. His great-uncle had died a few days ago and had been buried in the cemetery. What harm would it do to remove it? His uncle certainly didn’t need it anymore. 

Tommy hurried home as silently as he could and got his father’s shovel. He returned to the cemetery and began digging up his great-uncle’s grave. 

That night, his mother cooked up the liver and onions and the boss raved about the meal and had such a good time that he didn’t leave until quite late. 

Tommy went to bed that night relieved he had gotten away with it. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow but woke with a start soon after, sure that he had heard a voice. 

 "Where’s my liver?” A ghostly voice rose up from the staircase, deep and guttural. Tommy gasped in fear and flung himself under the covers as the thud of heavy footsteps reached the top of the steps. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. The footsteps drew nearer, until they reached Tommy’s door. " Who’s got my liver?” the horrible voice asked again. 

"Go away. Go away,” Tommy whispered repeatedly. His whole body trembled in terror as once more the voice asked, "Where’s my liver? Who’s got my liver?” 

Sheer terror made him suddenly bold. Tommy threw back the covers and found the shriveled white face of his great-uncle right above him. "We ate your liver!” he shouted. 

"I know you did, Tommy,” the rotting corpse of his great-uncle said softly, stretching out his bony hands toward the boy’s shaking body. Tommy screamed. 

The next morning, Tommy’s parents discovered their son lying dead on top of his bed. His liver had been ripped right out of his body, but the autopsy proved that the boy had already died of fright before his liver was removed. 

Scary story:)) 

by

Sergey Gomenyuk 

II pharmacists A (9)

One morning, Michael Scofield found himself walking along a street downtown. He could not explain what he was doing there, or how he got there, or where he had been earlier. He didn't even know what time it was. 

He saw a woman walking toward him and stopped her. "I'm afraid I forgot my watch," he said, and smiled. "Can you please tell me the time?" When she saw him, she screamed and ran. 

The he noticed that other people were afraid of him. When they saw him coming, they ran across the street to stay out of his way. 

"There must be something wrong with me," Michael thought. "I'd better go home." 

He hailed a taxi, but the driver took one look at him and sped away. "This is crazy!" he said to himself. 

Michael did not understand what was going on, and it scared him. "Maybe someone at home can come and pick me up." he thought. He found a telephone and called home, expecting his wife to answer. Instead, a strange voice answered. 

"Is Mrs. Scofield there?" he asked. 

"I'm sorry, she isn't," the voice said. "Her husband died a few days ago in a horrible car crash, she's at his funeral." 

Alex Hovor

II pharmacists A (9)

There once were these two girls name Stacy and Brooke. They were best friends and told each other they will be best friends until the day they both die. So when the turned 14 they tried out for cheerleading they tried out for cheerleading. The captain of the squad said they were both good but there were only one spot on the squad. So the captain dared them to go to a haunted house that was up the hill at 7:00. She told Stacy and Brooke to tell there parents that they were spending the night at each others house so they asked there parents and their parents said ok. So they met the captain at the steps of the haunted house.Brooke was sleeping. 

When 12 struck Brooke heard some noises and she thought it was just an imagination. Then she heard a creepy sound. It was a faint sound calling her name. Then she heard footsteps coming towards her. Then she heard scratching noises and they were getting louder and louder. All at once everything stop. She woke up Stacy and grabbed her by the arm and tried to ran out of the house. Then she lost her Stacy in the house and got out of the house by herself. 

She ran to the neighbors house and banged on the door. There was no answer. She was terrified that she lost Stacy. So years past she didn't hear anything about Stacy and her parents moved away. So one night she heard this tapping noise on the window. She went to the window opened the curtain and saw Stacy. 

She looked down the window and saw that Stacy wasn't standing on a ladder or anything else. She saw that Stacy was floating in mid air. So quickly she closed the curtain and went back to bed. Every night she would hear the tapping getting louder and louder. One day she got married , her husband let the window open and let the spirit of Stacy in. 

Then when Brooke went to bed Stacy appeared and Brooke died in her sleep. Stacy took her spirit and said to her we will always be friends

Kolomietz Violetta

II pharmacists A (9)

Two weeks ago I visited my friend. Suddenly I felt the pain in the right side of the back, and I began to choke. My friend called an ambulance. Doctors quickly arrived and examined me and said that it was kidney. I gathered my things and went with them to the hospital. 

On the way to the hospital I felt bad, and I fainted. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was lying in the white , well lit room, and near my bed there was a seven year boy with white hair. He came up to me, took my hand and started to cry and said, "live" - His hand was very cold. I wondered how could a living person had so cold hands. 

The boy stood a little next to me and then walked away and there appeared a very bright white light over him. He, who was like a feather, took off from the ground and disappeared. I felt bad again, and again I fainted. The next morning I opened my eyes, I was in a coma sixteen hours. The doctor came to me and asked how I felt herself. 

I said that I felt better than the day before and told him the story about the boy. After my story, the doctor said it could not be true, because the boy died three days ago. I realized he gave me my life 

Ghost 

Two weeks ago I visited my friend. Suddenly I felt the pain in the right side of the back, and I began to choke. My friend called an ambulance. Doctors quickly arrived and examined me and said that it was kidney. I gathered my things and went with them to the hospital. 

On the way to the hospital I felt bad, and I fainted. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was lying in the white , well lit room, and near my bed there was a seven year boy with white hair. He came up to me, took my hand and started to cry and said, "live" - His hand was very cold. I wondered how could a living person had so cold hands. 

The boy stood a little next to me and then walked away and there appeared a very bright white light over him. He, who was like a feather, took off from the ground and disappeared. I felt bad again, and again I fainted. The next morning I opened my eyes, I was in a coma sixteen hours. The doctor came to me and asked how I felt herself. 

I said that I felt better than the day before and told him the story about the boy. After my story, the doctor said it could not be true, because the boy died three days ago. I realized he gave me my life ..