This is a story I wrote when I was nine years old for my 3rd grade class. I don't think I considered it finished at the time. Today I look at it and I wonder why I can't come up with anything this good now.
(all spelling and punctuation errors retained)
Once upon a time there was a man. But this man wasn't just ANY man. There were two things about him that didn't make him just a "man." He was the only person who lived on 13th street. He was the deputy sherif. Everyone was scared of him because he had a cemetary in his yard. This was the very cemetary that Dracula was buried in.
The police of the neighboring town, on the other hand, didn't mind him. Now, way in another state, there lived another sherif. He was jealous of the deputy, because the deputy had a real silver sherif pin, and the other sherif's pin was not valuable.
One day Dracula decided to rise from his grave. He found a shovel that the deputy had left while digging the grave. Dracula dug himself out of the grave. He snuck up through the graveyard and went into the house and quickly grabbed a knife. He was going to kill the deputy.
At that same moment in the living room, the deputy was on the phone with the police. Suddenly the police heard the sound of blades tapping. Then they heard a scream.
The police had no choice but to send the other sherif. The sherif kept blabbering loudly "I'm Sherif Busbee." Reapeating himself, he went in the house. "Say it must be one of those new fangled lunch boxes," he said, looking at the refrigerator. That wasn't the only thing that was funny that happened. He went in the bathroom, turning on the shower water. "Sinks sure have changed," he said.
Meanwhile, outside, Dracula was having an unsuitable fight with the deputy. Then, Dracula suddenly spotting the knife in his opponet's pocket as they were wrestling on the ground, got ready to stab the deputy.
"AAAAARGHH!" Hearing the racket, the sherif came outside. Still mumbling "I'm Sherif Busbee." As the sherif approached, Dracula and the deputy stood up. The sherif walked right past. Then, Dracula started to stab the deputy again.
Falling on his chest, the deputy crashed a crash that gave the sherif a headache. Strange enough, the deputy disappeared right there on the ground. Why, by a minute later, there was nothing left but his real 24K gold silver pin.
But, Dracula still had not gone down UNTILL he mysteriously fell over, unconcious. A fearful laguh filled the yard. The sherif, the only living thing on the property now, got up. He had decided that his job was done. But then he spotted Dracula's knife in the mass of liquid deputy. He put the knife in his pocket. Then, when he tried to walk away, something held him back. He had mysteriously been handcuffed to one of the posts that held up the house. That same laugh came again. The sherif tripped and fell over and slowly, very slowly, ever so slowly, began to fade away. But he didn't finish.
24 HOURS LATER... Location: Memorial Hospital
"WATER! WATER!! GOTTA HAVE WATER!" screamed the sherif. He took 4 drinks and spat it all out. "MORE! MORE!" The laguh filled the room. HA HA HA! Suddenly the sherif felt something terrible against his back, then POW!!
It was a gun! The sherif began to fade again. "Help him," said the doctor. "He needs more water." So that's what he got. Now the sherif felt weird taps on his back and the heard that terrible laguh. The sherif turned his head around. There, in mid-air was a toy gun. Attached to it was a make-believe, so that every time the trigger was pulled it would punch somebody.
At seeing this, in mid-air shocked the sherif so much that not only did he spit out all his water and scream "THIS HOSPITAL IS IDIOTIC!" But it also hurt him so much that he needed more water. . He turned on the fountain . . . But it was too late. He had already been attacked by a toy fake knife.
At this the sherif was furious! But, as they say, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Because then the sherif was struck with a toy sword. "AROOOOOO!" That was the sherif.
LATER:
"WATER! AUGH!" The sherif had been hurt once again. This time with a toy dolphin whose mouth could open and bite you. Only thing was this time water didn't do any good so he faded and faded and he died.
"Maybe if I give him some shots he'll come back," said the doctor. "You can try it," said the nurse. They tried it. It, of course, didn't work.
At that same moment, the deputy appeared, out of nowhere. Along with him was a stuffed Dracula handpuppet. The deputy explained to the doctor and the nurse that he, while being a ghost had done all the bad deeds to the sherif and explained why. Then, using his handpuppet, roared a fearful roar and laughed a fearful laugh and said in a deep, dark voice, "By the way, from now on, you can call me, Mr. Matthews." This scared the doctor and nurse so terribly that they both ran all the way to the first floor of the 86-floor building. Which proves that a deputy, and Dracula can really be good friends.
