The Golden Glove

The Golden Glove

There used to be a family that lived out in the woods. There was a mother, a father, a little girl, and two older brothers. One day when the boys were cutting down a tree while their mother father and little sister where picking flowers. The tree landed on the mother and father, and crushed their little sisters arm. They berried their mother and father on a hill near their house. The boys bought a golden arm for their sister. While their sister was picking barriers for desert, the two boys were cutting down another tree. Suddenly the tree fell on their little sister, killing her as well. They brought her up to the mountain and buried her next to their parents. They took her golden arm and sold it. With the money the got, They bought a bunch of lemonade. One night when they were drinking some lemonade they heard someone whisper," where is my arm".The younger brother got so scared he sent his brother to go look what it was. His brother grabbed their father's shot gun from the closet and went outside. He closed the door and went out to search. He heard it again, but louder ,"where is my arm". He search all around the house but saw no one. When he turned to go inside he saw his little sister. She had one arm. Blood dripped from the stub where her arm had been. She said it once more ,"where is my arm" and killed him. The younger brother was still drinking lemonade inside. He started to get worried, then he heard knocking at the door. He went to open it and no one was there. He went outside in search of his brother, but didn't find him. He went back home hoping his brother had gotten home before him. He went inside and turned on the light. There hung his brother's corpse. He nearly screamed. Then he heard a knocking at the bathroom door. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and opened the bathroom door. There stood his sister. "where is my arm. Where is my arm", she repeated. "I DON'T HAVE YOUR ARM!", he screamed. She kept repeating the same words. He tried stabbing her but his knife just went through her. Finally she killed him. She dragged her brothers' bodies to the hill and buried them. Later a camp was built over their house. Camp Nesbit was the name. And to this day She still haunts the camp looking for her arm, and every year the sixth graders from Philip Lutundres Elementary School go on a trip there.