Fat Boy

The Fat Boy is a scary story for kids about a kid who is unable to lose weight.

There was a young boy who was very overweight. Everyone at school teased him and called him “Fat Boy! Fat Boy!” His problem was that he didn’t know how to control his diet. Nobody had ever told him which foods were healthy to eat and which foods were fattening.

He had the misfortune of having a very strict father. As soon as he got home from school, his dad would start calling him names and telling him he was lazy and weak-willed. He forced the boy to do exercises in the morning, fed him diet pills and made him take cold showers. However, none of this was very helpful. The one thing he neglected to do was teach his son how to eat properly.

The son became very fed up with his situation. After a while, he didn’t follow his father’s orders. He always tried to get out of doing exercise, he spat out his diet pills and he took warm showers every day. In addition, he ate big bags of candy, potato chips and fast food. The father had to go to work, so he couldn’t watch his son every minute of the day and his mother often took pity on the boy and baked him cakes to eat.

One day, the father got extremely angry at his son’s lack of effort. He promised that he was going to make him thin or die trying. He said that, after a month, if the boy wasn’t able to do ten press-ups on the floor, he would buy a children’s coffin and make his son sleep in it every night. The boy tried his best to lose weight, but he just didn’t know what to do. The month passed quickly and he was still only able to do five press-ups.

His father flew into a rage and went out to buy the child-sized coffin. When he returned, he took an axe and smashed the boy’s bed to pieces. Then, he threw the broken wood out the window and placed the coffin where the bed used to be. The boy’s mother tried to protect her beloved son, but his father was adamant. A promise was a promise and he had to follow through, no matter how horrible it seemed. His son was going to sleep in a coffin and that’s all there was to it.

The stern father stood at the bedroom door and made sure his son climbed into the coffin. Lying in an open coffin really creeped the boy out, but he had a plan in mind. As soon as his father switched off the light and shut the door, the boy hopped out of the coffin and slept on an inflatable bed he kept hidden in his wardrobe.

one night, the father burst into the room and caught his son getting out of the coffin. Enraged, he decided to come up with a way to prevent the boy disobeying his orders. He fetched his drill and drilled some holes in the top of the coffin. Every evening, his son was forced to climb into the coffin and close the lid. Then, the father would nail the lid shut. The father had drilled some additional holes in the side of the coffin to prevent his son suffocating.

However, the neighbors started to complain about the sound of hammering every night. The came up with a solution and attached special latches to the coffin so it could be quietly opened and closed. Of course, these latches could only be opened from the outside.

Sleeping in a coffin was extremely scary for the young boy. It was pitch black inside and very cramped and uncomfortable. He could barely move and the air was so stale that it felt as if someone was choking him. Sometimes, the poor boy couldn’t stand it anymore and began crying and calling for his parents. He even started baning his head against the lid, begging to be let out, but to no avail. His father knocked on the coffin lid and told him that he would only be let out when he was able to do ten push-ups.

Every morning, when his father opened the coffin and let him out, the boy would try to do push-ups on the floor. He tried his best, but he was so weak from lack of food and lack of sleep, that he could never do more than two or three before collapsing on the carpet in exhaustion.

One night, the boy’s parents went out to visit their friends, leaving their son home alone. Before they departed, the father locked the boy inside the coffin and made sure he couldn’t get out.

However, as they drove down the road, the father and mother were distracted and the car swerved into the oncoming lane. A truck smashed into them and both of them were killed on impact.

Meanwhile, the boy was lying in the coffin, unaware of what had happened. The next morning, when he woke up, he waited for his father to come and let him out, but the father never appeared. The boy lay there for weeks. He was dying of hunger and thirst. Just when he was about to give up hope, he heard voices in his bedroom. The coffin lid was unlocked and opened.

He looked up and saw his grandparents standing there. They helped the boy out of the coffin and gave him some food and water. The boy was painfully thin, like a skeleton and his face was grey, pallid and drawn, like a dead man.