The Creepy Rooms of Park Hill

By: Adelaide

You’ve seen Park Hill as a happy, cheerful place, but the three creepy rooms and secret tunnels under the school you have not noticed are spine chilling. The two attics on either side of the 3rd grade floor are filled with wires and storage. The Boiler Room holds three boilers that make terrifying, loud sounds, and is haunted by Willard Guy, the ghost of Park Hill. Below, find out just how scary these rooms are.



Photos by Bella and written by Bella and Kaati Kiwi

Ms. Oxman, how long have you been a teacher? I’ve been a teacher for 16 years.

What inspired you to become a teacher? It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.

Why did you switch to teaching 2nd grade? I taught 3rd grade most of my teaching career so I thought 2nd grade would be a better fit for my skills.

Where were you born? Denver

What is your weirdest talent? Dancing

What is one of your favorite hobbies? Dancing 

Do you have any pets? Yes, 2 dogs, Willow and Fergie, also one cat named Jasper.

What is your favorite book? Hooway for Wodney Wat by Helen Lester and Lynn Munsinger

What advice would you give a second grade teacher? On a regular basis, check on your kids to see what they are learning in school.

What college did you go to? CU, Metro state, and Regis University.

Can you recite all your students names? Yes, of course.

What’s your favorite food? Pizza

What’s your favorite animal? Elephant

Why? I like elephants because they are very sensitive and loyal to each other.

Spirit Week—Crazy as Ever

By: Gillian and Adelaide 

Spirit Week is as Crazy as ever, with Wacky hairdos and students dressed like teachers. A week of SPIRIT GALORE!

Park Hill’s Spirit Week is everyone’s favorite time of year, especially me! PARK HILL does not come up short when it comes to celebrating our community.

However, considering everything we celebrate Spirit Week is definitely the funniest.

Student Council picks the ideas for spirit week, and this year they choose, Pajama Day, Favorite Character Day, Wacky Wednesday, Dress like a Teacher Day, and Park Hill Pride Day. One of my favorite days was Wacky Wednesday, everyone was definitely wacky! 

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STOP! You’re Eating it Wrong!!!


By: Audrey

Strawberries are an extremely common fruit, so there are many different opinions on how to eat them properly. 

First is the ordinary way to eat strawberries by removing the leafy part and then eating the fruit. BORING! And some people take a bite out of the bottom and throw away the rest. WASTEFUL!

Here is another method for eating Strawberries but I do not condone the use of straws. This is because straws are BAD for the environment.

The straw way to eat strawberries is to take a fat straw and stick it in the bottom of the strawberry. Then, push it through the top. The straw should come up through the calyx, which is the green leafy part on the top of the strawberry. Then, you can throw the calyx away and eat the whole strawberry.

A new way to eat Strawberries is to carve a little hole into the top of the strawberry. The hole should go around the calyx, as if you were carving a pumpkin. Next, throw away the calyx. Finally, you can fill the hole with whipped cream, peanut butter, honey, chocolate, or anything else you think would go well with strawberries. This new method is called Fragola Audrey, which is a word in Italian which means strawberry. Keep in mind you can try this method with other berries too!Cheesecake-Stuffed-Strawberries-Fifteen-Spatulas-1-640x424



How to eat ramen like a PRO!

By: Ty pizza rolls

   You know that you are eating ramen wrong. You may be cooking it on the stove or in the microwave, but you actually boil water and pour water in the noodles and let it cook. Then after it cooks you put a piece of cheese in it and let it melt. This may take up to 12 mins. You shouldn’t have put in the seasoning or sauce. This is when you put in the sauce and seasoning. Then this is optional, you can add about 2  spoonfuls of ranch. Then you mix it all up and ENJOY!

how to eat ramen like a PRO!

How to eat all kinds of popcorn

By: Jordan

Popcorn of all kinds can be messy. There have been studies about how you should eat popcorn. 

Going back a few days ago I got butter popcorn and started eating it with chopsticks.

I love it a lot and with chopsticks it made popcorn more fun to eat. I spent days doing this and after eating cheese popcorn it has helped me from getting orange fingers. I loved this idea, but the fun hasn’t ended there you can do this with any popcorn. With caramel popcorn no more sticky fingers, too!

Fact: Popcorn was used in the 1500s as headdresses for indians  



By: Bella


The kiwi fruit is a green seedy fruit with a brown hairy skin. There has been a debate on whether to eat the hairy, nutritious skin of the fruit. Now most people slice it up and bite in like it is an orange. If you are one of those people I’m here to tell you STOP YOU ARE EATING IT WRONG!!!!!!!!  


There are several ways to eat a kiwi. 

Here’s how to sloop your kiwi according to the California Kiwi Fruit Organization (


Using a sharp knife, slice the kiwifruit lengthwise to create two identical halves. Then use a spoon to scoop the sweet, delicious meat of the kiwifruit from each half. 


Or try these 3 methods I found on YouTube

Did you know that a kiwi fruit has nearly two-and-a-half times the recommended daily allowance of vitamin C. A kiwi a day is even better than an apple to keep the doctor away. 


The last way is just bite! 



So with all the information I have given you JUST EAT THE SKIN and stay healthy. 😉  


The New Fourth Grade Teacher

By: Adelaide and Ty

Ms. Demos was born in Aurora, Colorado, and now lives in Arvada. She does not have any kids, but had one cat named Sissy. Ms. Demos liked her cat’s snuggles. 

If Ms. Demos could have any job she wanted, she would choose to be a tap dancer, and her favorite animal is any type of monkey because they are literally entertaining. 

Ms. Demos graduated in May of 2018, and her degree was in Early Childhood Education (ECE). Her favorite class in high school was chemistry, because her teacher was kind, super funny, and always made her laugh.

Pizza is Ms. Demos’ favorite food because you get to choose any kinds of toppings. Her favorite thing to do when she is not working is hiking and going to country concerts. Ms. Demos’ favorite musician is Florida Georgia Line, who sang Cruise. She likes this because the song draws her to a happy mood.

Our community is what persuaded Ms. Demos to become a 4th grade teacher. Before she was a teacher, she was a nanny and a substitute teacher. She wanted to teach 4th grade because the kids are at an age where they are transitioning from learning a skill to using the skill to create deeper understandings, also, students are learning to be more respectful of differences. If Ms. Demos had to choose between being a principal or an assistant principal, she would choose neither; she only wants to be a great teacher. 

The Day in the Life of Mrs. Euser

Written by: Dalila  and Photographed and edited by: Audrey

Mrs. Euser is a 4th grade teacher at our school. Her favorite subject in high school was art. She went to the University of Northern Colorado and has a degree in elementary education. She came to Park Hill Elementary because of the wonderful community.

Mrs. Euser has been teaching for 14 years and being with kids has inspired her to teach. For her, the biggest difference between second and fourth grade is fourth grade is more independent. If Mrs. Euser could be any animal for a day, she would be a dog, so this way she could sleep all day.

Mrs. Euser would want to be Kim Kardashian if she could trade places with anyone in the world for one day. She also enjoys reading and doing homework with her two children.

IMG_0106Mrs. Euser believes  hard work and praise is the way to go whether the student is right or wrong.

The one thing Mrs. Euser would change about Park Hill is to add air conditioning.

Other than that she loves her students, her para, her classroom, and she extremely loves Park Hill.      

What is Veterans Day?

By: Adelaide

Veterans Day is a public holiday, held on November 11, in honor of the victims of all wars. It was originally called Armistice Day, celebrating the end of World War I, but when World War II occurred, Congress changed the name to “Veterans” to acknowledge all victims who fought in the war. Veterans day is an opportunity to thank all Veterans of the wars. 

We commonly celebrate Veterans Day by finding a way to serve our community. Every community has an organization or organizations who focuses on supporting military veterans and families. Volunteers hand out supplies to Veteran homeless shelters and raise appreciation for these lifesaving heroes. 

Another way people support Veterans, is helping the Veterans share their stories. These stories are told with respect and empathy, telling about their sacrifices. The telling of these nonfiction stories is a common celebrating method. 

The best way you can celebrate Veterans Day is by serving the community and sharing their stories. 

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Adventurous Story Where A Kid Saves His Friends From Danger

By  the Book Curator

Today’s Panther Post Book review is talking about a young adult science fiction book called “ The Maze Runner”. It has lots of action, mystery, and lots of cliffhangers. 

In the story, a boy, Thomas, wakes up in a small, stuffy, dark, caged elevator going up. He does not remember his life, family, or where he lived. The only thing he remembers is his name. Thirty minutes later, the elevator stops and the top of the dark elevators opens with a blinding light. Suddenly, Thomas could hear a group of boys talking all at once. It took several minutes before Thomas’s eyes adjusted and he could actually see his new surroundings. Two boys pull Thomas up out of the elevator. What he first sees is a humongous field several times larger than a football field. Thomas looks around. He sees animals, crops, and poorly built houses. Thomas learns he was transported to a place called the Glade.

As the story progresses, Thomas learns about the Glade and learns about a monster called a Griever. A griever is part machine, part animal. The Griever has a metal tail with a spike at the end. Thomas learns not to get stung by them. Then later in the story, Thomas becomes a maze runner  because he thinks the place is a horror show and he thinks he knows the way through the maze. And that is why he runs the maze to find a way out and to save himself and his friends.

Read this book and the others in the series and you too will experience the action, adventure, and high suspense you get when you read a good tale.

Lastly, I really like this book and the movie but the book is way more descriptive. “The Maze Runner”is amazing and cool. I will give the book a 5 star rating because it is really grabs your attention and has really scary scenes that will make a chill run down your spine and hold your breath with excitement!

How to eat ramen like a PRO!

             You know that you are eating ramen wrong. You may be cooking it on the stove or in the microwave, but you actually boil water and pour water in the noodles and let it cook. Then after it cooks you put a piece of cheese in it and let it melt. This may take up to 12 mins. You shouldn’t have put in the seasoning or sauce. This is when you put in the sauce and seasoning. Then this is optional, you can add about 2  spoonfuls of ranch. Then you mix it all up and ENJOY!


Mr.Willard Guy the Park Hill Ghost


Mrs. Isberg jumps and shivers. She laughs and tells us there is a ghost haunting Park Hill. Grover snarfs out loud then turns to see who is looking at him. Like Grover, most students think Mrs. Isberg is just a scaredy cat and they don’t believe in ghosts, but I know those kids are wrong.

Clank, clank, whirrrrr, pshshshsh. Boing! Clank! Bang!

There’s Mr Guy again. He is just trying to get our attention with his whooshing, banging, and creaking. It makes him sad when no one listens. Unfortunately, Mrs. Isberg is super sensitive to ghost which is why she seems to be a scaredy cat. Ghosts can tell she senses them but she just won’t listen. Too bad because some ghosts have really interesting spirits, but of course, many ghosts have terrifying spirits.

I am the lucky one who can hear Mr. Willard Guy, but I should start my story at the beginning, before Mr. Guy and I became friends. I am Maia, and am the only one who can see and hear Willard Guy’s ghost. I am athletic, mom says I’m pretty and smart, and my favorite physical trait is my long blond hair, and I am in 5th grade. 

Last year around Halloween, on the Day of the Dead, my mom and I moved to Park Hill from Charlotte, North Carolina. Since I was new at Park Hill, I didn’t have any friends that’s why I started reading ghost stories, to pass the time. Reading ghost stories taught me how to listen to ghosts.

Mr. Willard Guy was the janitor of Park Hill Elementary School from 1920 until 1969. He had just turned eighteen when he started working and living at the school, but he died 49 years later right here at school. No one knows how he died, only that on October 31st, 1969, the same year Park Hill’s Kindergarten wing and Lunchroom were built, Mr. Willard Guy died.

According to school myth, the principal walked down to the boiler room and found Willard Guy laying next to the coal room door shrouded in a translucent white fog. (The Principal did not find Mr. Guy. Mr. Guy was found by his apprentice, J.D. Smith, known by all as Smithy.) Mr. Guy was buried on November 1st at the Fairmont Cemetery. Mr. Guy’s Will stated he was to be buried at the stroke of midnight so the teachers buried him so at the stroke of midnight; and unknown to the Park Hill staff his ghost emerged at the stroke of midnight to haunt the school forever.

Let me tell you a little bit about Mr. Guy so you can understand why he could be a bit scary, obnoxious, and a bit of a jokester. When Mr. Guy was alive he stood above most people; he was 6 foot 5 inches tall. His hair was long and curly and he wore it in a frontiersman ponytail. He had a long beard of reddish brown and big hands, which he said made it easier for him to pick up messy students and throw them out the window although he never really threw anyone out the window, he just made threats when kids left a mess for him to clean up. According to Willard, when he loudly threatened those naughty children, they listened so he never had to throw anyone out the window.

The teachers called Mr. Guy a curmudgeon because he was always complaining about everything but students knew he was really funny. He loved telling jokes and if you were by yourself walking down the hall or sitting on the playground he’d come over and tell you a joke. One of his favorites, “Why did the student eat his homework? Because his teacher told him it was a piece of cake!” It was his favorite because it related to school, and kids have an extremely large amount of homework. 

Mr. Guy and I met one day when I was feeling particularly alone and was wishing Mom and I could move back to North Carolina. He came up to me, and told me a joke: “How do you make a lemon drop?” I looked around to see who was talking to me and there he was or should I say there was his spirit. His spirit was just a wispy outline but I knew right away there was a man standing next to me. I was speechless; I tried to talk but the words would not come out of my mouth. But I wasn’t afraid, I just didn’t know what to think.

“You just let it fall!” Mr. Guy cackled. I cracked up, and forgot about North Carolina. 

“Oh!” I answered. Then I quickly spun around to see if anyone else could see the man talking to me. No one seemed to notice. 

“Don’t worry they can’t hear or see me. My name is Mr. Willard Guy and I live here. Your Maia and you are the first person I’ve talked to in nearly 50 years.”

“Wow! Are you real? Does Mr. Burdette know you are here? How old are you? Why can I see you?”

“Whoa, little lady. One question at a time. I’m a real ghost if that is what you are asking. Your principal doesn’t believe in ghosts. I died when I was 68 years old. And I don’t know why you can see me, you are the first.”

“Aaaahhhh!,” I shrieked in amazement. Quickly I looked around to make sure no one had heard me. 

Mr. Guy laughed and shook his head. “I guess we’ll have to be careful where we talk.” Still in shock, I agreed. By then, everyone on the playground was staring at me, wondering why I screamed. I jumped up and started yelling, acting as if there was a wasp after me. I ran back into the classroom, thinking in panic: This is not happening! I did not just see a ghost! NO! That definitely did not happen! 

“Well, well, well.” Mr. Guy was standing right in front of me. “I love to haunt Mrs. Isberg. Have you ever noticed how red her cheeks get when I make the blinds flutter or her floor creak.” His laughter and the glint in his eyes was infectious. I just could not help myself; I liked the guy. I knew we were going to be great friends; besides there was nothing I love more than a good prank.

With Halloween coming up, I could see Willard and I having a jolly good time pranking Mrs. Isberg and my class. Mr. Guy and I swapping ideas until the recess bell rang. This was going to be the best Halloween ever.

As Mr. Guy left with a promise of meeting me for lunch. He whispered in my ear, “What monster plays tricks on Halloween?” I shook my head because I did not know. Also I shook my head because obviously he had not brushed his teeth for decades; his breath was monstrous. Willard chortled, “Prank-enstein!” 

The room was draped with a sudden chill and Mrs. Isberg shivered causing Grover to retort in a snide tone, “Scaredy Cat.” Mr. Guy and I are definitely going to prank Grover.

The Most Awesome Halloween

I was a big help to Mr. Guy because moving heavy stuff can not be done by a ghost. However, I can place chairs and water buckets and papers and brooms and paint and doors ajar just the way Mr. Guy wants. For Willard’s part, he can blow stuff over or cause fog to circle objects or make doors slam shut or (my favorite), make paint drops splatter through the air. Mr. Guy can make swooshing noises and bang the radiator pipes and cause cold winds to run down your spine. Mr. Guy is a genius at making Park Hill students feel the creeps.

This year I am dressing like the mummy, my costume was fabulous. Mom had sewn strips of cloth onto an old onesie pajama and then added strips to my ski mask; she even glued strips to my old white tennis shoes. I looked like a proper mummy. Of course Willard did not dress up at all. 

Halloween morning and Mr. Guy met me at the school door with a joke, “When does a ghost eat breakfast?”

“When?” I shouted out.

“In the moaning.”

Laughing I asked for one more joke. “What has webbed feet, feathers, fangs and goes quack-quack?” I waited for the answer before going to get my breakfast. “Count Duckula. Ha-a-a-a-a Ha.” Mr. Guy had the weirdest laugh ever. In fact his laugh was like a dracula laugh.

“Are you ready to scare the heebie jeebies out of Grover and Mrs. Isberg?” I wanted to make sure Mr. Willard Guy was ready for our Halloween prank-a-thon.

“Is Jame Madison the shortest American president?” Mr. Guy loved stupid facts.

“What? Who?” I never have the answer.

“Yes, I’m ready for Halloween. Miss Maia, I died ready. Ha-a-a-a-a Ha”

“Good let the pranks begin.” I was absolutely joyful at the prospect of Grover shrieking with fear. 

Prank 1

We really like Mr. Geck but the lunchroom was the perfect place for our first prank. Mr. Guy set up to make a wrack it at the playground door. BANG the door flew open, SWOOSH leaves blew into the lunchroom, CRASH the Taco Lunch Art painting fell to the ground, and all the kids started laughing at Mrs. Bixby as she tried to pull the door closed before the lunchroom filled with leaves and dirt. Mrs. Isberg cringed in the corner and shook from head to toe. While Mr. Guy kept everyone distracted, I pour 50 small black plastic spiders all over the portable salad bar. Then I took my seat, Mr. Guy came and sat next to me, and we waited.

Beau and Sophie were the first ones to walk over to the salad bar. Beau was in a bigfoot costume and Sophie was dressed as a witch. I was so excited to hear them scream, I almost jumped out of my seat and screamed for them. Nothing, no screams, they were so busy talking they didn’t even notice the spiders. Now I really wanted to scream. “Patience.” Willard was calm but I was not. 

JJ, George, and Mr. Ferguson were next in line. I held my breath. JJ reached for a pancake and screamed like there was tomorrow. George and Mr. Ferguson backed away while JJ fell flat on his rear end. The whole Panther Cafe became dead silent except for JJ who was whimpering. Mr. Ferguson walked over to the bar, “Plastic spiders.” He held a few in his hands, at first he was grinning but quickly changed his face to stern. “I don’t know who did this but plastic spiders should not be put on the food.” He slowly turned his head to look us all in the eyes. Suddenly, I remembered to breath and let my breath out with a huff. This broke the silence and we all started to laugh, even Mrs. Bixby looked a bit amused though Mr. Geck did not.

Prank 2

I love art and Mrs. Pravecek but Mr. Guy can make paint drops fly through the sky. Well, you can guess all I needed to do was make sure I had white paint in my cups. Mr. Guy did the rest. We were finishing a shadow project which was perfect because we all had to add a black shadow behind our body portraits. As Mrs. Pravecek said we could start a chilly wind blew her door open and suddenly the paint was sucked up into the air, swirling like a tornado, and there was a terrible KaBang and the drops of paint dropped from the sky onto the shadow portraits making each shadow look like a skeleton. Mr. Guy’s work was beautiful but it caused a panic and everyone ran out of the room screaming “Ghost.” 

By the time Mr. Burdette got down to the art room to investigate the supposed ghost sighting, Willard had cleaned the room and the paintings — everything looked normal.  Mr. Burdette was bewildered, first spiders and now flying paint that disappears. 

Mr. Burdette gave us the okay to go back to art. Jody whispering to Charlotte how Mrs. Pravecek had a ghost. Mrs. Pravecek hearing the whisper squeaked out, “Absolutely not. There are no such thing as ghosts.” Mr. Guy started banging real hard on the pipes. Mrs. Pravecek just ignored the sound and what she had seen with her very own eyes. 

With only a few minutes left in class Mrs. Pravecek rang the clean up bell. Mrs. Isberg came to take us back to class but she really did not want to come into the art room. I almost felt bad for her as she took a reticent step into the room.

As usual Grover laughing loudly, I knew he was scared, made fun of Mrs. Isberg. “Mrs. Isberg believes in ghosts. She’s a scaredy cat.”

Prank 3

As the afternoon Halloween party began and the day of pranking was nearly over I quietly prepared for our final prank, one bag at a time. Inside each bag went a rubber snake or a bloody fake finger tip. Grover’s bag sat at the end of the table. I slid a snake, a bloody finger tip, and to be on the safe side, this slimy feeling vomit. The finger and the snake were filled with fake blood.

Suddenly and unexpectedly the room went dark and quiet, there was not one sound being made. The hair on the back of my neck prickled up; this was not part of the plan. Where was Mr. Guy? I could not see him. As if in a stop motion movie, Mrs. Isberg seemed to be moving to the light switch. Just before her hand reached the switch, the lights flickered on and everyone started talking at once. Still no Mr. Guy?

“Everyone grab your bag, let’s join the parade.” BANG! The door slammed shut. OuOuOuOuOu! Holding our bags, we moved to the door. In fact we all bunched together. OuOuOuOuOuOu!

Grover called out, “Mrs. Isberg, what is that sound?” The lights went out. 

Muttering Mrs. Isberg was pushing at the door with her whole body. The door swung open and we all fell out into the hall. “No way I’m going back in there.” Grover looked at us to confirm his feelings. Wide-eyed we all shook our heads yes.

Still no Willard. Due to the kids falling on their bags and to make matters worse, the fake blood was oozing out of the bags. When Grover saw the half pound of blood running down his leg, he lost his cool and started to cry. My classmates were jumping away from their candy bags. Right when I was going to confess, red-faced Mrs. Isberg went charging into the classroom, “Listen here ghost of Park Hill. I’ve had enough of your practical jokes. You need to make this right, RIGHT NOW. 

Mr. Guy touched my shoulder. “Why did the policeman ticket the ghost on Halloween?”


It didn’t have a haunting license.” Mr. Guy looked sad, “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“You should be sorry. You made Grover cry and because you made Mrs. Isberg so mad she isn’t afraid of ghosts. And you scared me too.”

“Maia, I promise I’ll never scare anyone again.”

I started to laugh. “It’s okay. What a mess! There was blood everywhere. I started to lick the blood from my hands. “Oh this is yummy.” Mrs. Isberg gave me a quizzical look. “It’s chocolate.”

Well, that was what needed to be said for kids like chocolate and we were dripping in chocolate blood, the perfect Halloween treat. 

By the time Mr. Burdette, came to our room we were all sitting in the classroom laughing and eating blood. Mrs. Isberg was serving hot chocolate with marshmallow ghost. And it turns out Grover really likes chocolate blood, so I showed him the Steve Spangler website with this recipe:

The Chocolate Syrup Secret

In the days of black and white TV shows and movies, chocolate syrup was the perfect solution to the problem of making fake blood. On a black and white screen, chocolate syrup looked and behaved just like real blood. Even though times have changed, chocolate syrup can still be an important ingredient in making great edible fake blood.

  • 1 cup (237 ml) corn syrup (clear or dark)
  • 2 tablespoons (30 ml) water
  • 2 tablespoons (30 ml) of red food coloring
  • 1 tablespoon (15 ml) chocolate syrup
  • 2 tablespoons cornstarch
  • Mix all of the ingredients in the blender for a few seconds. Watch as the fake blood oozes down the inside wall of the blender to get a good idea of what it will look like on the white towel. Each of the ingredients in this recipe adds its own special quality to the fake blood – thickness, color, and opacity.
  • Take the paper towel or fabric test: drip a few drops of blood onto a towel to see how realistic it looks to you.

 Mr. Willard Guy told me one more joke before going back to the boiler room,

What do you call a little monster’s parents?

Mummy and Deady. Ha-a-a-a-a Ha.

Happy Halloween