!THE NIGHT OF THE TRAPPERS! As we began to make our way home, a cool breeze hit our faces. My legs ached with the effort, but I pushed on. It felt good to leave the sound of panic and stress behind us. Just then, something caught my attention. “Becky! BECKY!” I hissed to my sister. “Becky, look!” Becky swung off her bike. “Wha- OMG!” An empty car was parked beside us, lights on and windows open. The radio was playing: we could hear it clearly. Becky, whose hearing was absolute *insert TADC censor*, leaned closer to make out the words. ___________________________________________________ “LATELY, CITIZENS HAVE BEEN REPORTING SIGHTINGS OF ALIENS EXITING LARGE UFO’S WHICH, TO ALL THE KIDS LISTENING, TRADITIONALLY STANDS FOR UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECTS, BARING PISTOLS. ONE EYEWITNESS CLAIMS THAT THEY HAVE SEEN THESE SO-CALLED ALIENS HAVE CAME DOWN TO EARTH IN WHAT APPEARS TO BE A SILVER BALL. THEY BEGAN TO TRAP PEOPLE- TRAP PEOPLE? IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE? IT’S NOT APRIL THE FIRST, IS IT? ___________________________________________________ Becky and I looked at each other: we knew this was no joke… Just then, we heard the familiar sound (this sound is very common in our family lol) of nervous laughter.”hehehe…hehe… hehehehehe… err…” ___________________________________________________ “WHAT’S THIS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN?! AN ALIEN JUST SO HAPPENS TO HAVE ENTERED THE STUDIO HERE AT RADIO WOW FM! IT’S CREEEEEPY… IT HAS A… A NET PISTOL! I,UH… OOH NO DON’T DO THAT, I’M CLAUSTROPHOBIC…. EEE, AAAAAHH! HEHE- OWWW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”-SSSSSSS ___________________________________________________ The radio went dead. !THE END!
Based on the night of the ticklers
