GoosePups Halloween: Tales From The BOG.

GH 1: Children Of The BOG.

"Most stories start off with "Once upon a time"...but those are happy stories. This is a scary story. A true scary story. My name is Tommy Webster Brown. I'm 10 years old, and my parents are Elizabeth and Franco Brown. But enough about me. Let's get on with the story. Every home-town has one kid that is scared of everything. His Mom cuddles him...he gets special treatment from the teachers at school...and he never, ever goes outside. In my home-town...i was that kid. And...i think that's why they took me."

Scotland

October 1st, (2024)

On a dark and stormy night of October 1st, 2024, in the countryside of Scotland, inside a castle, i was sound asleep in my bed inside my dark bedroom. I jolted awake at the sound of a loud crack of thunder, sweating all over. My once long neck-length blond hair had been cut, with the front of it stopping at my eyebrows and both sides of it half-covering my ears. I wore a black short sleeve Under Armour shirt with a green, black and blue H-like symbol on the front of it. I looked at the electric clock on the small dresser next to my bed and saw that it was 11:46.

I then looked over at the puppy basket that was lying on the floor up against the wall. "Dice?" I called. But there was no response. "Dice?" I called again as i looked around the dark room. But there was still no reply. "Dice? Where are you?" Still nothing.

I got out of bed, revealing myself to be wearing green and blue shorts that went down to my knees, as well as the fact that i was barefoot. I got down on my hands and knees and looked under the bed "Dice?" I called again, but there was still no answer. Neither was the pup under the bed. I then looked and saw the 10-week old Dalmatian puppy standing in the open doorway of my bedroom. "Dice." I said before rising to my feet. "Dice."

Dice then took off running away from the doorway.

I walked out of my bedroom after Dice. I would've ran, but i didn't wanna wake Mom and Dad in the middle of the night over something that i could easily take care of myself. I stopped at the top of the stairs for a few minutes and looked down at the dark foyer below and became fearful. But i quickly snapped out of it. This was no time to be scared. I tossed my fear aside and slowly began descending the stairs step by step...until i reached the bottom.

I then noticed that the back door was open and walked toward it. Once i made it to the back door, i exited the castle and closed the door behind me. I looked around for Dice, but couldn't find him anywhere.

I was then startled by a bark, and i looked and saw Dice standing by the entrance of the swamp. "Dice." I said before taking a few steps toward the pup. "Dice."

Dice then ran off into the swamp and i gave chase. I ran after the puppy through the dark, spooky swamp, trying to catch up with him, but the little Dalmatian showed no signs of slowing down. Never the less, i continued chasing after him, carrying myself deeper into the swamp. However, i soon lost sight of him and came to a stop in the middle of the swamp, now standing on a soft part of the ground. I looked around for the pup...but he was nowhere in sight. "Dice?"

Just then, a pair of rotting monsterous hands shot up out of the soft part of the ground i was standing on, which turned out to be quicksand, and grabbed me by my ankles.

"AAAAHHH!" I screamed as the hands pulled me down beneath the surface of the quicksand. I screamed as i surfaced out of the bottomless, gritty mudd-like pit, and i was then sucked back down into it as it made a gross, slimey, groaning sound, followed by a swallowing sound.
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The best estimation of what i landed on would be a pile of rotting monsterous hands. I couldn't see it, but i could feel it and smell it. And the creatures that grabbed me were unequely loose-footing. In absolute panic, i kicked and flailed and even bit into something's weirdly, squishy fourarm. They lost their hold and i ran across that pit of torn apart monsterous corpses blindely, repeatedly stumbling and jumping as i went.

My shin hit the stone-edge of some sort of opening and i bit back a scream. The unseen creatures hadn't immediately grabbed me a second time, and my overwhelming fear told me not to give away my location. So i held the pain inside and made no noise.

Crambling up into the opening, i crawled down that tunnel like my life depended on it. I hit my head at least three times, but i couldn't slow down. Scrabling and sniffling echoed behind me, urging me on, even as i became aware of someone talking up ahead. It was a man shouting.

My heart sank as i slid out of cramped stone into open mudd that was liquidy. Exhausted and sloshing forward, with the mudd up to my stomach, i could hear the man clearly. And the first thing i understood was that he was not someone who could help me. His shouts carried a tent of madness and rage, and seem to be aimed at no one in paticular.

"VERMIN! THOUGH YOU RUN, THERE IS NO HOPE! YOU SHALL BE CAPTURED AN EATEN! SCREAMING AND ALIVE!" Said the loud voice of the mad man.

What the world was happening? Where was i? While i'd been too panicked before, i began to cry as i lifted myself out of the liquid-mixed mudd and began crawling among low bushes. By the warm, moldy wind, i was no longer inside the cave. My eyes began to adjust to the light of...No. Not stars. The night sky here was not filled with stars. The sky here was pitch-black...the full moon was orange instead of white...the entire area was a swamp...and it was thundering and lightning.

"Great. A little rain will wash the mudd off of me. Maybe i'll find my way out of this place before Mom and Dad wake up and realize i'm gone. I'll just find Dice, sneak back into my room, and act like nothing happened." I said as i walked through the swamp-like area. "AAH!" I screamed as i fell half-way through the ground up to my waist. I struggled to pull myself out as the ground made slimey sounds. "S-someone..." I said as i struggled to get out of the ground, to no avail. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" I screamed as i fell all the way through the ground and landed hard on my back. I grunted in pain from the impact and looked up at the ceiling, realizing that i had fallen through a hole in the ground.

I sobbed silently while the mad man continued to rant above the surface. His words echoed down the hole, returning multiple times to my ears as cercofany of hate and anger that amplified the miserable terror in my chest. I spent that first night there paralized with fear. The mad man's words then faded echo by echo. And i kept telling myself that this would all end at dawn. It was a nightmare of some sort or some horrible pocket deminsion like on television. And this would all be over when i woke up. Except i didn't wake up.

I didn't want to believe it. Any of it. I didn't want to accept that this horrifying realm under the swamp was real. I didn't want to try my luck by climbing out from the this place. Unfortunately...when no danger presented itself for a solid twenty minutes...my brain shut down...and i blacked out. I awoke looking up at the hole in the ceiling above me-the same hole that i had fallen through-and i panicked all over again. Waking up, still in this underground place...and still in a realm of nightmare meant that this was really happening. But on the upside, the mad man's rants from above had stopped and so had the thunder and lightning.

I stood to my feet and looked at my surroundings, realizing that i was in some sort of underground tunnel. I'd been hiding in an underground tunnel and spent the night there. No wonder no danger ever came my way. I then heard loud rumbling sounds and placed my hands over my ears. "AAAAAAAAAAHHH!" I screamed. Once the rumbling stopped, i moved my hands away from my ears and began walking down the tunnel. "Where am i? What is this place?" I asked myself as i walked down the tunnel. "Hello? Anybody here?" I called. But there was no response. I then stopped in my tracks. "Where the heck am i?" I asked myself before i resumed walking down the tunnel.

"How do i get out of here?" I asked myself while walking.

I then came to a stop when i saw a giant, roaring worm. I turned to run, but as i did, it wrapped it's tail around my waist, capturing me.

"Help! Someone!" I screamed. I grunted and struggled to free myself from the worm's hold, to no avail. I then noticed a stick on the ground, picked it up, and stabbed the worm with it, making it cry out in roaring pain and release me. I ran down the tunnel and then climbed up a hole. I crawled out of the hole and rolled down a small hill, landing on my back at the bottom, where i grunted in pain.

I then heard slimey sounds and looked to see the giant worm coming out of a hole in front of me, roaring. I quickly got to my feet and began running through the night swamp. I then tripped and fell to the ground. I looked back to see that the giant worm had wrapped it's tail around my waist and was dragging me back towards the hole i had climbed out of. "Help!" I screamed before i started grunting. I grabbed ahold of a stick growing out of the ground, but quickly lost my grip on it as the worm dragged me closer towards the hole. "Help!"

Then, for some unknown reason, the giant worm released me and retreated back into the hole.I stared at the hole for a few seconds. Just then, something tapped me on the shoulder and i turned to see a boy who looked to be about 9 years old. He had brown hair and brown eyes. The front of his hair stopped at his eyebrows while both sides of it half-covered his ears. He wore a white, sleeveless undershirt, pale blue shorts that went down to his knees, he was barefoot, and he held a long stick in his right hand, which he was clearly using for a staff.

"The worm!" I said as i stood up. "The giant worm! It grabbed me, did you see it?"

The boy remained silent.

"It's gone. It didn't get me. No giant worm." I said with relief in my voice. I proceeded to thank the boy, but he ran off before i could. I then ran after him. As i ran, i could see more of the world around me by what i decided to call anti-daylight. This wasn't daytime. The endless swamp area of black water and rotting vegitation was still only barely visible in the low light kind of way where i often had to look away from something to see out of the corner of my eye.

By the light of the orange moon in the pitch-black sky, i saw no buildings and no roads. This was a baren wildreness filled with black rotting waters and wet swampy patches. Everywhere, danger lurked. But the 9-year old boy walked between bottomless mudd-pits and sleeping mutated plants with practice aim. I was tired. So tired. And i thought i might collapse, but...he didn't seem to care that i was behind him.

I scrambled after him through the swamp until my legs burned from lack of rest. I couldn't stop. My terror wouldn't let me. For the moment, my fear was just a dark passenger whispering in my ear. But i had a knife held to the back of my heart ready to stab me if i ended up alone again. Even for an instant. I couldn't go on. I just couldn't. I was going to collapse, my legs were going to stop working. It burned, it hurt. I couldn't do it.

I kept telling myself that until i ran down a hill and found myself at the bottom, which was populated with the 9-year old boy who saved my life, three cape-hooded figures-the first caped-figure's cape being green, the second one's cape being purple, and the third one's cape being red-and four other kids that wore monster masks over their heads and pajamas on their bodies. All of the masked kids were dirty, hungry and tired. The place also had a black, rotting bog pool in the center of the ground, with a big, rotting tree-stump in the middle of the pool and a wooden board that led across it and onto the stump. I then focused my attention on the monster-masked kids.

The first kid was a boy and was taller than me and the rest of the kids and appeared to be in his early teens. He wore a werewolf mask over his head, a light gray and white lined-striped muscle shirt with straps that had black trims around them, black shorts that went down to the calf of his legs, and he was barefoot.

The second kid was also a boy. I could tell he was 10, the exact same age as me. He wore a two-horned monster mask over his head, he was shirtless, wore yellow shorts that went down to the calf of his legs, and he was barefoot.

The third kid was a boy too, and appeared to be about 7 or 8 years old. He wore a goblin mask over his head, a gray short sleeve t-shirt, red plaid pajama pants and white socks.

The fourth kid was also a young girl who appeared to be 10 as well. She wore a dragon mask over her head, a white long sleeve night-gown that went down to the calf of her legs, and she was barefoot.

All of the monster-masked kids, the 9-year old boy, and the three cape-hooded figures were now focused on me. As i stood there starring at the masked-kids, fearful and scared, it occured to me that we'd all been pulled down into this world. Were any of these kids pulled down into quicksand the way i was? I shook my head. That wasn't the point. The real problem was that they were all still here. That meant they hadn't found a way out. I was here to stay.

The three figures then removed their hoods, revealing themselves to be...the Sanderson sisters? I couldn't believe it. Standing in front of me and the other kids were none other than Winifred, Sarah and Mary Sanderson. The three villianous characters from the 1993 Disney movie, Hocus Pocus.

"Thank you, Dylan." Said Wini to the 9-year old boy.

The 9-year old boy known as Dylan didn't answer.

"Take a seat." Wini ordered.

I did as i was told and sat down on the ground and Dylan and the other monster-masked kids did the same.

Wini pointed at the werewolf-masked teenageboy and motioned for him to rise.

The werewolf-masked teenager rose to his feet, walked across the board, onto the rotting stump, and sat down on it indian style.

"What...what's going on here? Where am i?" I asked.

"Welcome...to the bog." Said The werewolf-masked teenageboy with his little boy voice.

"The bog?" I asked. "I don't understand. Who are you guys?"

"We're called..."The Children Of The Bog"." The werewolf-masked teenageboy answered. "Separately, we're very different. We like different things...we go to different schools...and we have different friends. But one thing draws us together: The Bog."

"That is correct." Said Wini. "This October, all of you have been gathered here with us-the Sanderson sisters-to share your fears...and your strange and scary tales. It's what got you together. And it's what brought you here. This is a warning to the new child who will join us. You're going to leave the world of normalcy...and step into the world...of the supernatural. State you're name."

"T-Tommy." I answered fearfully.

"You have passed the first test." Said the werewolf-masked boy.

"Test." I asked.

"There is one final test." Said the werewolf-masked boy. "You must tell us a story."

"A story?" I asked.

"A truly scary story." Said the werewolf-masked boy. "If we like your story...you'll join our group. If we don't...you will never see us ever again. You get one oppertunity, Tommy. Do not waste it."

"I-i'm gonna need some time to come up with something really great." I said with fear in my voice.

"This is the only chance you get." Said the werewolf-masked boy. "Proceed."

Wini then pointed at the werewolf-masked teenageboy, motioning for him to rise.

"The werewolf-masked teen rose to his feet, walked across the board, onto land, and sat down with the other monster-masked kids and Dylan.

Wini pointed at me, motioning for me to stand, and i stood up. She pointed at the rotting tree-stump in the middle of the black, rotting bog pool. I walked across the board and onto the stump and sat down indian style.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Every tale begins with these words: "Submitted by the approval of The Children Of The Bog". And then you say the name of your story you are going to tell." Said there werewolf-masked boy.

"Okay, fine. Let's do it." I said.

The Sanderson sisters then sat down with the monster-masked kids and Dylan.

"Submitted by the approval of The Children Of The Bog...i call this story..." I said before my eyes rolled back into my head, making them milky white. "The Beast Of Nightmare Swamp."
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

WELCOME TO 2020!

The Sanderson sisters are BACK! Didn't see that one comin', now did ya? So what do you think of this story so far? Is it good? Is it great? Please review and let me know what you think.

Now, i know what all of you must be thinking: "But you said that 103 and 104 Dalmatians was the last addition to your series. What do you call this?" That is correct, i did say that 103&104 was the last addition...to the 103/104 series. I said NOTHING about it being the last we would see of our 104's Kids...or their spotted canine companions. I figured that since we were going into a new era-the 2020s-maybe we should go into it with something new to the 101/102 franchise. And i decided to do this Halloween mini series focusing on the Miller pups and their kid-owners.

The 103/104 series and the 2010s are over. Welcome...to the 2020s.

Wow...this is...awkward. The 104/103 and 104 Dalmatians stories took place in the 2020s...and now look. We really are in the 2020s. Weird, right?

Welcome, children of Disney...to "GOOSEPUPS HALLOWEEN: Tales From The BOG." With just a little...Hocus Pocus.

Children, beware. You're in for a SCARE.