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About a year ago, near Thanksgiving, me and my grandparents were going to visit my aunt in Nashville. On the way there we had to go through a very long stretch of road that barely had any other cars. It was a very lonely road indeed, and it was around 10:30 because we had gotten a late start on the trip, and the darkness didn’t help for the eerie feeling of creepy that lurched in my stomach. Every now and then, there would be a cut-off from the road that lead to a rest-area, and since I’d been whining that I needed to go to the bathroom for awhile my grandpa finally pulled over into one. I think we all needed it. The rest area we came to was very deserted, and it seemed like we were the only people there other than one or two people who worked there, plus a janitor. There weren’t any other cars around, or people, just soda and snack machines, including a bathroom, and around it, it was surrounded by trees and more darkness. It was a very creepy feeling indeed, and I had an even worse feeling about the place other than the eerie silence that pierced the air except for me and my grandparents voices. After stretching our legs and doing our business in the bathroom, me and my grandma headed back to the car while my grandpa looked around at the brochures inside. This is when I noticed something very strange indeed. Off to the side, a few feet away from our car I noticed a man; a man dressed up in a green clown suit with giant red clown shoes. He was very round though, and the white paint on his face was beginning to fade off. His suit was speckled with assorted colored dots, yellow, red, blue, etc… but it was stained in mud, and grass, and was basically very dirty. It looked as if he hadn’t washed it in ages. Not only was this strange enough, but there was another strange man who was talking to him. He was dressed up in a fancy suit, and his black hair was slicked back in a fancy manner. He looked very neat and proper, and by his side he held a briefcase in his left hand. I watched them shake hands, and then watched as the clown turned around and walked away from the man only to disappear into thin air right before my eyes. This was a few minutes after my grandpa had come out and gotten into the car, so I was surprised when I noticed that he didn’t even look at them. I do remember, however, as we started up the car, the man in the business suit turned around and looked straight at me. He stared me in the eyes, and as we drove away he gave me the scariest smile I’ve ever seen. His teeth were sharp; they weren’t human. He even had small, very small, horns sticking up on his head. He stood there, and continued staring as we drove away, raising his hand and giving me a wave as we turned back onto the long stretch of road. I think what I find most disturbing about this is the fact that when I asked them, both of my grandparents said we were the only ones in the parking lot of the rest area the whole time…
Note from the writer: This is true. I do not care how fake it may sound to you, I was there, and I saw it happen with my own eyes.
@Sfk Regarding the Nutcracker, if you chose yo post it, you’re welcome to edit out the last paragraph.
Why I Hate Nutcrackers
Recently, my grandparents called me and my dad over, it was December, and since they were getting too take out their Christmas decorations from the basement and carry them all the way upstairs they asked us to help, they had these Western style-doors, like in saloons, that led to a storage space, where they kept the Christmas decorations and a bunch of other stuff. We pulled out the fake Christmas tree, their porcelain village, their stocking, and garland, and beneath all that there was an antique nutcracker set, containing two nutcrackers, one wearing red, and wearing a king shaped crown, the other was blue wearing a mushroom looking crown, both were holding swords. Among them was a porcelain ballerina, with blond hair, and a pink tutu and slippers, they had lids, that nailed down. Neither of us had seen them before, but we guessed they were at least from the 1800’s, we asked my grandparents, grandpa said they hadn’t used since my great grandmother’s unfortunate accident that led to her death. She had fallen down their stairs, and broken her neck and my great grandfather had never gotten over it. He asked my grandfather never to put up the nutcracker set again, as it reminded him too much of my great grandmother,. My great grandfather also suffered an accident, but my grandfather never discussed it. He said we could have them if we wanted them, as there was no room in his house, and they could fall and get damaged easily. We asked about why they were in glass casing, and grandfather said it was to avoid dust collecting on them. Noting else seemed odd, and that seemed plausible enough, so we took them, he said to make sure to keep them in the case, to keep them preserved.
I found something odd about keeping them in cases, but them being antiques, I didn’t argue it. Didn’t notice anything weird till a couple weeks before Christmas. We were putting up our tree and set the mood to Christmas music, and some of it was music from The Nutcracker. At one point “Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy” came on, and we heard a crash in the living room, we saw the glass case on the floor, and the nutcracker on the table. We blamed it on one of the cats, and put it back., we noticed a record in the case with it, and saw it was a recording of “The Nutcracker Ballet”. We put it in our record player and hearing how ominous the music sounded, decided not to play it again. A few days before Christmas I had my girlfriend over to celebrate with her a few days, she wanted to set the mood and stepped out of the room to get her present ready, she found the old record we had put aside next to the player and put it in, I heard a huge CRASH, rushed downstairs and saw the Christmas tree had fallen over and on top of my girlfriend. An ominous version of “Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy” was still playing from the record. The Nutcracker was lying next to it. I just guessed that she had taken it out of the case, and was looking at it, instead of paying attention to where she was walking, walked into it, and it fell on her.
The next night, my mom was checking the lights, listening to regular version of “Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy”, using a chair to check the higher ones, and pulled a strand down, she thought she heard a sliding sound, didn’t see anything, then went into the kitchen for a minute, she came back and stood on the chair again, and the strand wrapped around her, and the chair fell, cracking her neck like a noose. At least that’ what my dad thought happened. Christmas Eve was not easy because of these accidents, but my grandfather who was fidgeting finally told us the truth about that happened to my great grandfather.
He had been asked to babysit my dad and my uncles so my grandparents could have a night out. He had decided to put them to bed, and go into the basement to watch tv or read books and newspapers. he had left “Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy” playing on a record player upstairs, when heard the sound of something hitting the dining room table and bouncing off a chair, then hitting the floor with a silent thump. He first thought it was burglar, but he would have heard a door opening, and would have definitely heard breaking glass, as the sounds of both echoed into the basement. He looked in dining room, where the sound came from, and saw the glass case on the red nutcracker was on the floor and the nutcracker itself missing. He walked into the living room to get a better look, thinking the nutcracker was on the floor, but didn’t see it, but f someone stole it, why not steal the whole set? Maybe the thief was afraid he’d be caught, after how loud it fell, and ran out through the back door, between the dining room and basement, or just hid on the indoor porch, to come back for the others once my great grandfather left guard? That’s what the police said he told when he called them about it, and that he checked the bathroom and bedrooms, which were just my grandparents and oldest uncle’s rooms as he was waiting as my other uncle and my father slept in the basement. He was done checking the dining room, when heard a noise, a sawing type noise, like a saw going through wood. It was coming from the kitchen, but it was too dark to see, before he could get a light, the main support leg for the kitchen table gave out and the table collapsed on him. Police said it was an accident at first, but later found the table support had in fact been sawed through. Upon checking my grandparent’s room they found a note: YOU BETTER WATCH OUT.
My grandfather also said someone pushed my great grandmother down the stairs, and when we found told him the police found bite marks on my mother, and that each time the lid came off the red nutcracker, the nails had been pried off from the inside. He told us the story of the nutcracker, according to my great grandfather. Hans Ludwig Von Klaus was a German immigrant who became obsessed with my great grandmother, a ballet dancer who performed in a version of The Nutcracker, it was how she met my great grandfather. Klaus would show up to each performance, then go backstage to meet my great grandmother. If he saw any man even looking at her funny, he’d kill them. This includes vast members to theater staff to fans, he wrote love letters obsessively, then one day as he was meeting her on what was supposed to be the final show, he saw her talking to my great grandfather, who she had just met for the first time, my great grandparents saw his angry stare, which filled his brown eyes and red face pure hate and evil, and my great grandmother recognized from other visits, and guessed he was the secret admirer that was stalking her, my great grandfather walked her home, unaware Klaus followed them. He broke into my great grandmother’s apartment, knocked out my great grandfather, and kidnapped her, taking her back to theater. My great grandfather, called the police to meet him and figuring out that’s the only place where they went set after him lone. He found them in her dressing room, performing a strange ritual with candles around the red nutcracker and blond ballerina, the my great grandfather shot him in the head killing him instantly.
According to what my grandfather was told, as Klaus lay dying in a pool of blood, “Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy” was playing on a record, and as the song was ending the nutcracker supposedly moved his limb. I asked what songs played when my grandparents died. That night as I was laying in bed thinking about his story, I heard “Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy”, then a crash. I snuck down and saw the red nutcracker moving around, making sure he didn’t see me, I snuck and changed the song to “Dance Of The Mirlitons”, the song my great grandmother heard before she fell, and the ballerina came alive, and the red nutcracker walked in her direction, then I changed it again, to “The Nutcracker March”, which was playing before my great grandpa was killed and the blue nutcracker, came out of it’s case, grabbed the red one by the arm and threw sow the basement steps, it walked over there and down the steps, picked the red nutcracker up again and threw it in the fireplace. Grandpa that since they were there when the spell was cast their spirits should have been in the other two. As I was glad this nutcracker nightmare was over, vowing over to own another one again. I didn’t notice the wooden arm reaching out of the fireplace…
I must have done something wrong:
“We must have done something wrong.” My sister, Louanne said. ”
“I know what you mean”, I replied. My mother had just finished yelling at us before dragging a heavy sack out of the house and into the yard. For at least 2 years now every month, my mother would just suddenly yell at us for no good reason at all. It just didn’t make any sense. The two years since she started to yell at us went by slowly, and were very lonely. You see, she never let us out of the house without her by our sides, and she certainly never let any children come over, she never even kisses us goodnight. She avoids Louanne and I like a disease. Whenever I get sad or lonely, Louanne is always there for me, she helped collect my playthings and and turns them into whatever I like puppets, dolls, marionettes, you NAME it! My mother is no help though, you see when ever I get a new toy, she screams and cries. I still have no idea what the fuss is about. Maybe she’ll make a nice toy after all.
i was talking to my mom while I was helping her make our Thanksgiving dinner and the conversation got to the house she had just moved out of two weeks ago. We all strongly believe that the house is haunted, though we believe the spirit (s) to be benevolent since s/he never did anything all that threatening, so we didn’t really mind them much. In fact we sometimes called him/her the invisible roommate that doesn’t pay rent. I did hate going to the bathroom there because there had been witnessed activity in the bathroom, so I always felt like there was a ghost in there watching me pee.
I personally was never there enough to witness anything, but a few nights where I’d sleep over I had things go missing and turn up in places I never would have left them. My cellphone once ended up in the bathtub’s built-in soap dish somehow and I found one of my video games on top of the microwave, for example. I also tended to feel like I was being watched when I was alone in my sister’s room or when I was in the back area of the basement, and would not go in those places by myself.
The first time anyone ever experienced anything was when her boyfriend (I’ll call him “Stacey” after an in-joke) had first bought the house and was fixing it up. He had a friend that lived up the street who would often stop in unannounced to keep him company. He was busy painting a room when he saw someone walking up the stairs towards him. He assumed this was his friend and started talking to him but got no response and quickly realized that he was alone. He called his friend asking him where he went, but he wasn’t even in the city at the time.
The second time anyone experienced anything was my sister. Note that Stacey never told anyone about his experience before then, so we had no idea the house was potentially haunted. She was about to go to the bathroom before going out somewhere with my mom when she saw what looked to her like Stacey walking into the bathroom, so she decided to wait. After a bit of a wait, my mom called to her, wondering what was taking her so long, and she told her that she was still waiting for the bathroom because her boyfriend was in there. It turned out he was asleep on the couch the entire time.
My mom also brought a friend to the house who claimed to be psychic. I’m not sure if she was or not, but I do know she had an eerie ability to predict things, such as when she demonstrated an uncanny ability to predict when at least three of her friends were pregnant before even they knew. The second this woman set foot in the house, she turned to my mom and asked, “Who else is here?” Apparently she felt the presence of a third person in the house, even though it was just the two of them. We had never mentioned anything to her about the house being haunted before then, so she had no forewarning.
My sister would often feel her bed shaking for no real reason and only her bed would be shaking, so it wasn’t like there was a minor earthquake due to the neighbor’s kids storming up the stairs or anything. It might be worth noting that the bed had previously belonged to a family friend who had committed suicide several years prior, though we’re not entirely sure that it was related as we think the haunt was there before she moved in with the bed.
She also heard a creepy sound coming from a crawlspace in her room that she described as sounding like a dying music box a few times. She dug through it and found a music box that she owned inside a storage container and removed it from the crawlspace, assuming that was the source of the sound. The sound still continued before stopping altogether a few months later. She’s the only one who ever heard it.
There was also a summer where bees kept mysteriously emerging from the wall around the crawlspace. We looked and didn’t find any nests or any holes to the outside, so we have no idea how they got in there. This stopped when we put duct tape over the crevices they were emerging from.
After that, Stacey decided to take a tape recorder up to my sister’s bedroom while he was home alone and tried to record himself asking a few questions. It’s mostly just him talking to a seemingly empty room, but at one point there was a woman’s voice on the recording saying what sounded like, “Funny.” It wasn’t a viable answer to any question he’d asked, so we have no idea what it meant. Our theory is that the spirit found it laughable that we would try to communicate with it.
The reason this came up in our conversation was because I mentioned to my mom that the house always felt like it was haunted and my mom looked at me and said, “It was. Did I tell you what happened the day we were moving out?” Evidently she saw a blur that she thought looked like my sister rush past her up the steps and into the bathroom and heard the towel rack swish and the bathroom door shut. She didn’t think anything of it until she heard a noise in the kitchen. She assumed it was her boyfriend getting off of work early and went downstairs to ask him something, only to find my sister in the kitchen. When she went back upstairs, the bathroom door was wide open again.
We don’t think it was trying to hurt us, but we’re still glad to be out of that house. It was certainly creepy.
SFK I caught stories that need to be fixed so they’re easier to find, my Easter Bunny story, and User Stories something. I know or a fact they weren’t posted properly in Recent Posts because both had stuff by me and I’d remember that.
Hi SFK! I really want to be an author so this is one of my first short horror stories. It’s called Ticking Clocks. Hope you like it!
Tick Tick Tick. I open my eyes. It’s dark. I am in a bed. There is something on my leg. Where am I? What am I doing here? WHO AM I? Thousands of questions fly through my head. I hold my hands up to my face. It is so dark that I can’t see them. What am I to do about this? What do I know? Well, I know I’m human… and I’m pretty sure I’m a girl. How old am I? Now that I have no clue… but it doesn’t matter. The current pressing matter is that I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE FUDGE I AM! I suppose I might as well just wait until daylight… wherever I am there is a bed and a ticking clock that I can be sure of… That and the fact that I can’t seem to be able to open my mouth. It hurts to even try. Tick tick tick the hours go by… it HAS to have been hours but what if it’s only been minutes? What if it’s already daytime and I’m simply in a dark room with no windows… What if I have been kidnapped and knocked upside the head hard enough to have gained amnesia??? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE????????? Tick tick tick tick. I should scream and yell. Yes that’s what I’ll do! Im trying but… My mouth it won’t open searing pain oh god it HURTS! I bring my hand up and touch where my mouth should be… It’s still there but there’s thread over it like… like my mouth has been SEWN shut… I try to open it again and now I can feel the pain wore and one of the stitches… it tore out of place there’s blood down my chin now. I can feel it. Oh god what’s going on? I’m tired…… I think I’ll sleep…
Tick tick tick tick tick tick… I open my eyes…. There is a small light hanging from the ceiling. I can see where I am now. I am in a room with a bare floor and yellowed walls. There are stains on the walls dark reddish brown stains. I am in danger. I run my hand through my hair. Ouch. It’s tangled in one of my braids. I have to pee. There is a bucket in the corner. I walk over and sit on it… This is just sad.
Tick tick tick. The clock on the wall to the left of this bed is annoying. It just hangs there going tick tick tick tick all day long. I still don’t know anything and frankly I don’t think I’m ever going to get an answer. I’m hungry. There is a big rat in the corner staring at me. No one has to know right?
Tick tick tick tick. I’m starting to have memories. Nice ones of a man and a woman and a little boy and a girl who can only be me. My name is Clarysia. Yes that is my name. But a name is on no use in a world without people isn’t it? What is going to happen to me? Those dark stains on the wall sure look suspicious. My dark hair is starting to mat and my skin color seems to fade. I got thirsty days ago and I had to do something very gross to help it. Very gross indeed… Also I’ve been clawing at the stitches on my mouth… my face is covered in blood. So is the white dress I’ve been wearing but the stitches are almost off.
Tick tick tick tick tick. The light went out. And a door opened soon after. I don’t see what’s in this room with me but I can hear it breathing. I don’t like this. What will happen to Tyrone after it leaves? Surely It won’t leave me here alive… The breathing is getting closer. I can smell its breath now. Like copper pennies and rotten eggs. I finally got the stitches off…
@Ghostlyhappenings404 you did … lol i guess i got caught… :p actually i wanna share that story but kinnda thought why not post in here,,,, anyway m writing a new story but hate the typing # too long ….. actually the above story was from an website called lovers of darkness…… i hope u guys r avail to on facebook
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@SFK In “The Christmas Thief I forgot a few minor things, the third paragraph should say “Jack almost felt nervous, not just cause of the ice, and fresh falling snow, but considering the disappearances of fellow criminals past Christmas Eves”. Second, thee should be a sentence at the very end “On Christmas Morning, all the gifts were back were they were supposed to be, as if they’d never been stolen at all…”
The Christmas Thief
Jack “Greasy Thumb” Burke always thought of Christmas as a “business opportunity” He had no family, growing up as an orphan, and the closest thing he had to one was the band of criminals he had joined at a young age, who taught him everything he knew. Most of them had either been killed by cops, murdered on the job, or in jail somewhere now. No one was ever nice to him at the orphanage, though he wasn’t exactly very nice to them either. Each year at Christmas the orphanage got the hottest toys of not just the holiday season, but the entire year, and most likely the entire year to follow. He remembered when he was a child in the 80’s and the orphanage got in a whole bunch of Transformers. He stole them all and gave to his crime family, which they sold for quite a lot of cash.
The first day he had ran away from the orphanage after being scolded and beat with a yardstick, and had a chance encounter with Leroy Galante. Galante was a business man and he and his gang sold and/or auctioned stuff on the black market for money, and Jack had just stumbled onto one their operations, Though Jack appeared frightened Galante was ruthless, and threatened to have Jack disposed of, even though Galante’s men tried to convince him to easy on him cause he was just a kid. Jack then stated how much expensive stuff the orphanage had, and Galante agreed to let see what he could do. He snuck into the orphanage late that night and stole money that was meant for charity. Galante was pleased and took him in. He developed bonds with Thomas Rollack, who taught him shoplifting, and James Accardo, who taught him burglary techniques, John Barnes who taught him about dealing drugs and where to obtain them, as well as where to pawn times Galante wasn’t interested in, and Leroy Galante himself taught him everything about the business.
In his early teens he ran away from the orphanage after being exposed as a thief, and permanently joined Galante’s gang. He started out doing small stuff but not as small as some of the candy he’d stolen on solo jobs as a kid. His life in crime was really the only great thing about his childhood when the thought about it. He would dress as employees and sneak into stores, wear clothes the hide the uniform, load valuable stuff into a cart like regular shopper, then one no one was looking he’d take off his coat, put it in one of black bags he put in it’s pocket, put it under his shirt then go into the employees only sections of stores, and when no one was looking, load all the stolen merchandise into more black bags, then take it out back as if it were trash, and, double checking to make sure he wouldn’t be caught, load it into Thomas Rollack’s waiting car, who had only came when he was instructed and took all the security cameras when he arrived if necessary. James Accardo, had taught him to only steal as much weight as he or the bags could hold, and to never go past the second floor of an apartment so he could, drop the load on the ground without damage, jump off the balcony, and jump in their getaway car. During house break ins, he was told to always come out a door, or climb out a first story window, as jumping from an upper floor risked losing loads. He also taught him how to make sure police weren’t following him. He missed James, who had shot dead by police in burglary gone wrong, and John Barnes was killed in drug deal gone bad, apparently Galante didn’t pay the promised amount and Barnes was shot to death as punishment. Shortly after that Galante’s operation fell apart, as a careless burglar, who was skilled but only added because of Accrado’s death, decided to prove himself, do a solo operation, and led an undercover cop straight to Galante, who had a police force ready in minutes, Galante and Accardo were forced to surrender, although the rookie burglar was promised probation for busting Galante’s operation, he never got it. Jack found and killed him for “breaking up his family”.
Jack almost felt nervous, considering the disappearances of fellow criminals the past few Christmas Eve’s, but they were all amateurs, nowhere near as professional as he is, he laughed at the fact he was even comparing them to him in the first place. His solo crimes, especially at Christmas had been very successful. He started small, stealing from Salvation Army buckets, using some money for rent, and setting the rest aside, and the the next year pulled off a string of shoplifting operations, making sure to take out the security cameras first, stealing the merchandise, then going out the back door, and since parking there would be hard without his car being seen, and lugging it to the parking lot would be downright stupid, as he was bound to be see by someone, he scrambled up drain or gutter pipes,, carefully, holding to the bag in one hand, and walked on the roofs of the plaza, jumping over the fence, and loaded the bags into his car, parked at an apartment complex at the edge of the plaza. The money he made off those thefts was possibly even more than he and Rollack made, Rollack would have been so proud to see how far Jack had become. The next year, he pulled off a string the way him and Accardo used to do. He stole all the presents under trees he could, unwrapped them, sold and/or pawned anything useful, and burned anything he didn’t want or need. He smiled as he thought of these past accomplishments. Tonight one of the stops was a familiar one to him, the old orphanage. Considering how well his solo crimes were going, he could move to safecracking, a technique he’d Leroy Galante had taught him, but was too risky to execute. stealing from art museums, and make it himself filthy rich, then he’d break out Leroy Galante and Thomas Rollack, and put Galante back on the map again, and they’d make the cops for what they did to James Accardo, and take care of the criminal scum who killed John Barnes.
He pulled on a Santa suit, it was a favorite of his to use around the holidays, crept to a side window, pried it open and crawled it in, he’d done it several times as a child, and they were still not smart enough to put in burglar alarms. As if he wouldn’t come back to such an easy job. He climbed the stairs to the room where the Christmas tree was, opened the door, and pulled out a bag. He quietly hummed “You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch” as he loaded all the presents into the bag. He knew for a fact they still shipped the newest toys, as one of Galante’s men, one of the few who was alive and not in jail, had infiltrated the delivery service and personally laid them out for Jack to take, after he had paid half of the money he made in his crimes, it was Christmas, after all, and this was the only family he knew, why not be a little generous? Besides he’d make much more than that selling or pawning these off to the affiliates him, Rollack, and the late Accardo and Barnes used to do business with. Especially since he still has another stop.. To makes this victory even more upsetting to the orphanage, he had the milk & cookies left for Santa, and trudged back down the stairs to the window he came in.
He climbed the drain pipe onto the roof, then made his way to the children’s hospital, he had scoped it out earlier in the day, since registration at the front desk wasn’t required, he just walked right in, went to the room where the Christmas tree was, then looked out the windows to see where to climb in. It wouldn’t be that simple now though, as he was dressed in the Santa suit, and that would draw attention, so he parked his car in the parking garage , then broke into the orphanage first, then made his way back to the hospital, and put his first bag in his car, fortunately all he had to do was sneak into a gathering room where no one saw him, having disabled the cameras, and the doors weren’t left open as the hospitals feared thieves would come from the inside, not the outside, and sneak back into the parking garage, by scaling the building, since he set it out so his car was right on the side. He tried to slide the window open, but it was wouldn’t budge, most likely frozen shut so he used glass cutter, then reached a through crowbar to damage the handle so it would stay open, and slipped in. He quickly dumped all the toys into a black bag, then climbed out the window, easing his way along ledge after ledge to the parking garage, he climbed in and went to open his trunk, it wouldn’t budge. He searched for his keys, feeling for them one of his tools, nothing. He must have dropped them in the hospital. Scaling back wouldn’t take long. He climbed back out, and heard police sirens in the distance, as well as the sounds of sleigh bells nearby, almost as if they were above. Probably some late night Christmas Eve sleigh rides, to see all the lights in town, especially the Old Village, with it’s big Christmas tree and lights in the own square. He could hear “Silent Night” off in the distance as the last church service came to a close. To make sure he was safe he, climbed upwards to the roof, and ran across with this black bag pulled behind him. He jumped across the short distance to the other side of the street, then ducked into an alley, only to be greeted by another man in a Santa suit. “First it was all the homes last year, now this? You’ve been naughty Jack, you’re coming with me, forever”. A blinding flash of light appeared in front of Jack. The next thing was waking up in a bed, dressed as an elf, he recognized the other criminals who disappeared, also dressed as elves. The man in the Santa suit entered, “Come with me, you’ve got a lot of work to do”…
@VampirehunterKD lol, I’ve read a story JUST like this in the scary stories to tell in the dark
Under the Rug:
Six months passed and it happened again. My father had just died in the local insane asylum where he was being treated for a nervous breakdown. The story starts about six months ago on a warm but cloudy night, at around six thirty pm. My father was in the study reading, my mother was making dinner in our small kitchen and I was doing some chores in the upstairs bathroom, when all of the sudden I heard my mother scream. I ran downstairs and into the kitchen as fast as I could, and when I got to the kitchen I could not believe my eyes. There on the ground shaking and trembling, was my father. He kept on saying things like “ITS COMING†and “RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN!!!!!†My mother quickly called 911, while she was explaining our predicament, I ran up to my father and asked “What’s wrong?†What he said next sent chills up my spine. “Its here in this house…†He paused, and then pointed to the rug in the study where he was peacefully reading two minutes ago. “Under there…†I ran up to the rug and with shaking hands, overturned it. Nothing.
The next six months were a blur of mish mashed events and phone calls, until one peaceful night I was home alone doing homework in the study, while my mother was visiting some friends. Until, I suddenly remembered the rug and what my dad had said. Cautiously, I approached the rug and overturned it. I screamed. Underneath the rug ,scratched into the floor were the words “You should have listened to your old man, bitch.â€
-SIX MONTHS LATER-
NEWSFLASH!: We have just received word that a local girl has just died at the insane asylum where she has been staying since a nervous breakdown six months prior to today.
story title . “hide and seek”
I call this: “It was your mothers” (its kinda predictable)
Carmindy’s mother died one day after giving birth, and her father had moved far away. So, when she was just a baby, Carmindy was sent to live with her grandfather who never spoke a word to her. Carmindy’s grandfather was very strange however, every year on her birthday, her grandfather gave her one of thirteen possesions that belonged to her mother, after giving her the possession her grandfather would say “It was your mothers” and nothing else.
One day, just before her thirteenth birthday Carmindy was especially curious as to what her grandfather was going to give her, so while her grandfather was away she snuck into his room and searched everywhere for her mothers last possession, but to her dismay found nothing. She was about to leave when suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a little humble wooden chest. Cautiously, she walked up to the chest and opened it. To her ultimate horror, the chest contained not a cute little nick-nack or anything like that. Instead Carmindy found, a heart. Rotten, and decaying. She felt faint and turned around. Standing in the bedroom doorway, was her grandfather holding a big rifle. He pointed to the chest with the tip of his gun and said, “It was your mothers.”
-Aww…now wasn’t that a happy ending?
@SFK. The story was Stan Claus Coming To Town(Up On The Housetop). Regarding “The Christmas Thief” I wrote around the same time as “You Better Watch Out” but forgot to submit it I guess, and I was remaking it and submitting it. I will do that later along with a few more. Thanks for the help SFK!!!
Ms. Madwoman
When Julie was in grade 8 she had a teacher named, Ms. Madwoman whose name suited her VERY well! Every day she would put each student in detention for no reason her life goal was to make fun of her students, “Y’all Stupid?” She always used to say. And give every a “F” no matter what your answers were.
Ms. Madwoman would scream and shout for no reason all the other teachers were deathly afraid of her, including the principle! Julie and all the other students thought Ms. Madwoman was secretly selling drugs and lived on the street that’s how much they hated her.
One day Julie’s best friend, Jennifer, was late for class and Ms. Madwoman flew into a uncontrollably rage pushing her up against the wall and shouting all the names in the books, Julie could see tears building up in Jennifer’s eyes but Jennifer forced herself to hold them in but eventually they just exploded. She began crying uncontrollably and fled the classroom. No one had bothered to stop Ms. Madwoman especially Julie. Julie felt like she had just betrayed her friend. Ms. Madwoman continued with her lesson as if nothing had happened.
For the next few days Jennifer seemed quiet and tried to avoid Ms. Madwoman at all costs Julie understood perfectly.
“Hey, are you okay? I’m sorry.” Julie whispered to Jennifer one day in art class.
“Yea and sorry for what?” Jennifer replied not even looking up from her painting.
“For not standing up for you on that day…”
“Oh… It’s okay, pretty sure even I wouldn’t have either.” Jennifer replied giving out a humourless laugh.
Julie nodded and returned to her painting.
Soon there was an ancounment Mr. Guyser spoke, “good afternoon students we are starting the Lockdown in one minute and… Ms. Madwoman will walk around the school… banging on the doors and such. Also make sure you have your doors open. Thank You!”
After a minute or so Ms. Madwoman had us all against the wall just like a real lockdown and was just about to leave the room when someone yelled, “Hey don’t we need a teacher in here?”
“No you don’t!” Ms. Madwoman snapped, “this isn’t a real lockdown anyways!! Now shut you mouth before I sew it closed!”
Everyone fell silent no one dared to move until she left the room. We sat there in silence waiting for Mr. Guyser to make the anccounment that the lockdown is over.
Suddenly we heard a couple of gun shots, “what was that?” Jennifer asked.
“I don’t know” I whimpered.
We all sat there not daring to move we heard more gunshots and some screams, now we were scared out of our wits! After a few more gunshots there was silence for a few minutes. After about half an hour of waiting one brave student got up and peered through the door. “What do you see?” Asked his friend
The boy just nodded his eyes as large as golf balls, “I think you might want to see this…”
Half of us walked out of the classroom and looked out, Julie would never forget what she saw the school was covered in blood, and bodied were spewed everywhere. Some kids even threw up to the sight. Julie busted out her phone and called 911.
After a few minutes the police had arrived and took the remaining kids alive to question but they weren’t very helpful. All the bodies were taken to the hospital but only a few actually survived. They found everyone everyone expect Ms. Madwoman.
Julie still has trouble falling asleep dreaming that Ms. Madwoman would return to finish off her class…
SFK, Can I have stories of mine you archived please? One’s “Black Christmas”, I think, and a demonic Santa type creature kills off crooked cops, the othes is “The Christmas Thief” and “The Snowman’s Revenge, just make them available so I can copy and paste them, and save them on my computer, plan on sharing them with people, and will rewrite them if I have to, and will submit two other Christmas ones to here sometime this month.
scaryforkids says: Hi Pete. All the stories you posted should be here: https://www.scaryforkids.com/submitted-stories/
(I checked the ones archived on my laptop, but none of them are yours.)
“Satan Claus Is Coming To Town†https://www.scaryforkids.com/submitted-stories/#comment-56153
“Silent Night Gory Night†https://www.scaryforkids.com/submitted-stories/#comment-56244
Snowman’s revenge https://www.scaryforkids.com/submitted-stories/#comment-56246
Idon’t see one titled black christmas… maybe it was his one: https://www.scaryforkids.com/you-better-not-shout/
and christmas thief i think u mentioned it was a variant of one of the stories you posted but i dont think you actually posted it
As a girl, Roxanne loved the old, abandoned house a few houses down the block. It was owned by the government, but no one lived there. No surveillance cameras or security guards. And plus, there was no danger. All doors and windows were locked and barred. Oh, yeah, she thought, and boarded up. It was perfectly safe.
One evening, Roxanne climbed over her fence with a group of friends: Sophie, Lizzy, Phoebe, Niko, Elliot, Kalia, and Katherine. They went into the yard to play, talk, hang out, “whateverâ€, as Roxanne said.
We enjoyed ourselves for a while, throwing rocks down the alley, teasing Max, a cute boy who Lizzy had a crush on, and stealing snacks from the neighbors. Soon, though, it got dark.
“Guys, I’m getting creeped outâ€, stammered a nervous Kalia.
“Then you can go homeâ€, said Phoebe helpfully. Taking her advice, Kalia walked back to her house, on the exact same block.
Then, we heard the song.
“Eight little children, having fun, one got scared and said she was done.
She was losing her mind, losing her head, if she weren’t so scared, she wouldn’t be dead…†The voice trailed off.
“Who was that?†Niko seemed scared.
“Kalia’s playing a joke on usâ€, Lizzy said flatly. “I’m bored. Bye!†She ran through the hedge, going home.
“Seven little children, having fun, one got bored and said she was done. Swinging back and forth in the breeze, now your friend is up in the trees…†Lizzy was a good poet.
“Niko!â€, I heard a woman’s voice holler from a distance, undoubtedly Niko’s mom.
“I gotta goâ€, Niko said. “Bye!â€
Then it came once more.
“Six little children, having fun, one called by his mom then was done. Soaking wet after hours of play, this was his childhood’s very last day…â€, it sang. Last day? Well, his bar mitzvah WAS tomorrow.
“Let’s play kickballâ€, Elliot suggested. “I’ll pitch!â€
So we played for hours and hours. It was getting dark. After a while, it was my turn to kick the ball. I had this in the bag – I never failed to score.
BLAM! The rubber ball sailed through the air, into the alley. Sophia then volunteered to retrieve it.
“Five little children, having fun, one went to get a ball, she was done. Hot, hot, hot, it’s a summer night, guess your friend just wasn’t very bright.†A loud laugh followed. It was maniacal.
“Meh, Sophia must have gone homeâ€, I suggested.
“I don’t know, Roxanneâ€, Elliot said. “She must’ve faked that poem. I’ll go see where she is. I – I – I kind of like her.†He blushed. “Be right back!†He ran to the alley.
After a while, Elliot did not come back.
“Four little children, having fun, one went to find his girl, said he was done. Thorns, thorns, all over the street, met up with a rosebush who swept him off his feet…†A rather mysterious quote, if I do say so myself. However, I carelessly shrugged it off, assuming it was a mass prank.
“KATHERINE! I’ve told you five times to come home!â€, screamed a woman’s voice.
“Oh goshâ€, Katherine said. “Mom’s gonna be so mad…†She scurried out of the backyard to her house. CRACK! The sound of what I believed to be a twig snapping.
“THREE little children having fun, Mommy got mad at one, she was done. Rocks, rocks, all over the ground, little girl is nowhere to be found. Uh oh…†mocked Katherine.
“Hey, listenâ€, Phoebe said. “My mom said I had to go with Katherine. I’m gonna leave now. You’ll be OK?â€
“Yeahâ€, I called back. Suddenly, a deafening scream throbbed in my ears.
“Two little children, having fun, one needed to go with the last, she was done. Glistening silver in the moon, screaming like she’d seen a goon…Did she? Muahahahhaha…†I was getting nervous now. All alone, in the dark…I’d never liked being alone.
Deciding to go home was the biggest mistake of my life.
Because then, the rhyme made sense.
I slowly walked out to the alley. I choked back a scream.
Kalia’s decapitated head was poised on a pole. “Lost her head…â€
“Swinging back and forth in the breeze…†There was Lizzy, hanging on a noose.
“Soaking wet after hours of play…†Niko’s dead body, floating lifelessly in the neighbor’s pool.
Sophia’s dead body was burnt to a crisp, her eyes frozen in terror. “Hot, hot, hot…â€
“Met up with a rosebush who swept him off his feet†meant that Elliot had been pushed into a rosebush, full of thorns.
Katherine had slammed her head on a sharp stone and bled to death. “Rocks, rocks…â€
The “glistening silver in the moon†was the blade embedded in Phoebe’s chest. The “goon†must have been her killer.
“One little girl, not having fun, seeing all her friends, and she was done. All her friends had a piece of her fate, the day she dies is this very date…GOODBYE.â€
I was too terrified to scream.
The next day, the bodies of eight children were found at a private government estate. One was drowned, another was stabbed, one decapitated, another slammed her head on a rock, one pushed into a rosebush, another was hanged, and the seventh was set on the fire.
The last had taken all of the seven forms of murder. She had been hanged, stabbed, drowned, seemingly set on fire, slammed her decapitated head on the pavement, and her corpse pushed into a rosebush. On her body was a note:
I leave no survivors.
Out from the hedge stepped a man, a crazed, abnormal grin on his dry, flaky face.
“Bye-byeâ€, he snickered as he drew a knife from his coat pocket.
Sorry it sucks, I was in a rush. I edited the old owner of this account’s story
Madison
Okay fine I will spill just shut up! My name is Audery I used to live with my mom because my dad died years ago in a car accident I had two brothers named Jason and Mason both twins and 11 years old. I have a sister her name is Madison, she is 15 years old and I am 13 , it was her fault this happened that I just can’t stop, it’s her fault it all started, it’s her fault this is no longer a order but a passion. Let me start from the beginning
She was an amazing sis I always spend hours talking to her. Madison always talked about how she was so glad I was her sister and we will never part, and I will always tell her I felt the same way. Sometimes I would start talking to Madison randomly like in the middle of class or on the street and everyone always stares at Me like I am cray-cray! I mean what’s so weird about a girl talking to her sister? Right?
Anyways today my mom asked me who I spend so much time talking to I told them My sister, Madison. My mom just thought I was joking so she let it slide. But as time went on and I still spent time talking to my sister, my mom thought it wasn’t funny anymore, “Audery stop this nonsense!”
“Mom I am just talking to Madison what is your problem? She’s your own daughter!” I would always reply.
My mom decided she had enough and took me to see some professional doctor some doctor named, Dr. Wassup. For the first week she just made me stare at the wall or make me do embarrassing things and sometimes would make me very angry. Madison decided That I shouldn’t let Dr. Wassup do that to me so she told me “next time you feel angry at Dr. Wassup bring a knife with you and stab her with it it always calms people down”
“But won’t she die?” I asked her
“Don’t worry we are all going to die someday right? Her time just comes now.”
I believed her because she was my sister. For next day when I had to go to Dr. Wassup I did what Madison told me to do. I tapped Dr. Wassup and when she turned around I stab her in the chest, and boy was Madsion was right! It felt so good to hear her screams I pushed the Knife higher up making a straight line, I let the thick red blood rain down on me it felt so nice and warm, Dr. Wassup just screamed and screamed but soon her screams died down. When I was done I didn’t know what to do with the body so I dumped it over the window into the garbage and grabbed my bag and fled home.
I forgot to wash the blood off and when I got home my mom saw me and screamed. She grabbed my hand and shook it violently demanding me to tell what happened, I lied and told her it was just red paint. My mom broke down crying, “what’s wrong?” I asked
“You! I wish your father was here! I wish I knew what to do! You have gone insane!
“I am not insane!” I replied.
“Yes you are, Audery look at you! You’re covered in blood that’s not paint you murdered someone!” I stared at her, “and you have that sister named maddie!”
“Madison” I corrected
“That’s not the point you really need help now!!”
“You really want to be with Daddy now don’t you?” I murmured My mom stared back at me, “fine, you will be…!”
I took the knife out of my bag and killed my mom right on the spot. As I was carry her lifeless body out, Madison came behind me, “omg what did you do?”
“What you told me to do…??!!”
“Not that I might two in one day wow I am impressed!”
I was so happy at that moment because I just made my sister happy at me.
“Carry the body out into the backyard and bury it” Madison continued.
I happily agreed, as I was digging up the hole Jason and Mason came home from their baseball game, “hey sis where’s mo-” Jason said.
“Omg Audery you murderer mom?!” Mason exclaimed pointing to the body Jason followed his gaze.
“Audery your a muderer!” Jason cried.
“No I’m not!! Mom wanted to be with Dad and now she is!” I said reaching for the knife.
“Yo, she’s heading for the knife!” Mason said, “Jason grab it!!!”
Jason got up like a bolt and headed straight for the knife he grabbed it and pointed it at me threatening to stab me, “call the police” whisper Jason to Mason, mason slowly backed away and ran into the house Jason still stood there holding the knife. But poor Jason he didn’t know I am smart, and I already had a second knife with me. I pulled it out from my pocket it was a simple pocketknife but it didn’t matter, I got up and charged at Jason before he could react I stabbed him in the heart, he managed to say a few words, “your… Crazy…” And that was it! He was gone.
A few minutes later I heard cars screeching and saw people rushing towards me it was the police! I got up and started to run I had only made it a few feet when one of the police ladies caught me she held my hand which had the knife up and forced me to drop it. Then she handcuffed me and made me sit down, Mason was standing a safe distances away from me crying his eyes out what a crybaby!
The police began to question me but I just sat there they were wasting their time. I just told them, “my sis is coming!!” So I waited for Madison, but she never bothered to show up! That traitor! Anyways Mason was taken to an orphanage even through I had kindly asked if i could live with him and I could take care of him, but they ignored me.
“After that I never saw Madison or Mason again mostly because you dumbies got me locked up here! NOW LET ME OUT! Seriously guys what the hell! I just told you what happened and your just sitting there!” And with that I threw their bodies out the window of the 12th floor of the insane asylum.
SFK, If you want you can add this pic for ‘Mary’
Mary-
My name is Carl. This happened long ago. It happened with our friend Mary.
One day, my parents went for shopping & left me & my twin sister Carol alone at home. We had a friend named Mary who decided to hang out with us while our parents were away. She said she’d come at exactly 10 pm.
At 9 pm, we heard the doorbell. To our surprise it was Mary. Without saying anything, she just entered in our house. I asked her what was wrong but she didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t bother, maybe she was in a bad mood.
We were bored so we thought of watching a movie. When we started the movie, Carol brought us some pop corns. We were enjoying. Then Mary stood up & said, “I’m bored! How about we do something else today!” Then Carol replied,” How about playing video games?” But Mary disagreed saying,” No! Something like, telling spooky stories!” We nodded to each other.
So she began telling the story, “It’s a true story. One dark night, a girl was going to her friends’ house alone. She thought of taking a shortcut so she went into a dark alley. She was having this weird feeling that she was being followed. She was feeling odd about the eerie silence so she started walking faster.
Suddenly she heard a moan. A very high pitched moan! She looked back, but there was no one. Then she heard it again. She looked back & there was no one. Fear overcame her & she started running. As she ran it got louder & louder. She ran & hid behind a tree. She wanted to call the police but her mobile’s charge was 0%.
She tried to calm herself down. She thought to herself, maybe someone must have pranked her. So she started walking again. Everything was normal. But after walking for five minutes it started again. But this time they were whispers calling her name. She didn’t look back & started running. Then suddenly she happened to catch a glimpse of a shadow following her. She was scared to death. While running, she accidently tripped over a pavement & fell down. She could smell the stench of something rotten coming closer & closer. When she looked back she was horrified. She saw a disfigured creature, it was having only one eye- the eyeball was sticking out, and the other one was just a black hole. It had only half the mouth, the other half was just the dirty yellow teeth & a tongue sticking out. It began to transform, & to her surprise it was her own face. Her heart was pounding in her chest. The last thing she remembered was herself blacking out.
When she woke up, everything was silent. She tried to make sure if the creature was gone. The creature was nowhere to be found. So she got up & with all her might, she started running to her friends’ house. When she reached there she rang the bell…â€
While we were listening, suddenly the doorbell rang! A chill ran down our spine! I said, “I’ll go check it.†My sister insisted in coming with me. Mary didn’t say anything. When we opened the door, we were shocked!! Mary was standing there! She was yelping for help, & was shaking with fear. When we looked back at the couch, it was empty!
When Mary narrated everything that happened, we realized it was same as the story we heard! To this day I wonder what the creature was, why the creature came to our house, what could have happened if Mary didn’t ring the doorbell & what if the creature continued the story of her.
(Hope you liked it!)
Home For The Holidays
It’s cold, dark and lonely here, I miss my family, it’s been forever, since I visited them, I’m so busy here, in my own home, that I never get a chance to leave, stuff can wait I guess, It’s Christmas Eve after all. I always eat alone, don’t have any friends to spend the holidays with. I open the door to my apartment, and the nerve of the other tenants, thy say I can’t leave. I have to stay here. Don’t they have families of their own? I pushed them, I guess a little too hard, no time to check on them, have run, before others show up. I dive out the window. My apartment complex has a big gate in front of it, I climb it, the snow makes it pretty difficult but I manage to get to the other side. I make my way to the road and hold up my thumb for a ride home, no one stops, how rude!!!
Ah nothing like home at last after a long walk, nothing like the town square at Christmas all the pretty lights and music coming from the clock tower, a Nativty scene, all the Victorian looking stores, with Christmas trees, porcelain village displays, and carolers and instruments, and the sound of sleigh bells as horses pull sleighs in the freshly falling snow, pass the big retail store on Main Street, it’s a supermarket, department store, in addition to selling anything retail, such a nice familiar site. A man is standing outside a bell for the Salvation Army. A huge man dressed as Santa approaches and grabs the bucket and runs, down Main Street into the nearest alley. Haing quite the muscles myself, I chase after him.
I corner him in the alley, we wrestle for a while, then when he turns me over and tries I reach for the bucket and knock him in the head, he tries to get up, so I knock him, down again. To make sure he stays down, I knock him with it again and again. I’m cold, this guy has clothes on under his Santa outfit, and why should he stay warm, I remove his Santa outfit, serves him right for stealing. I return to the bell ringer, nothing like a good deed. I miss Mom’s special recipes, especially the stuffing, turkey, cookies, and hot chocolate. Time to go home. my family will be surprised to see me.
I finally reach my familiar 40’s or 50’s style home, I trudge, up the lawn through the snow and look in the front window, A Christmas tree is up in the living room, with presents all neatly wrapped, and a warm cozy fire is blaring in the fireplace, and beautiful stockings hang from the chimney, those aren’t ours. Wait who’s this? He’s not dad, and that woman isn’t mom, and that girl? I don’t have a sister. I walk into the garage, and pull down a nice shiny axe, no doubt used to chop all that firewood in the back, I walk back to the front door, and walk in. They scream, not much to do as I hack them up really, it’s been a while since I enjoyed the sight of blood and body parts all over the place, I burn the bodies in the fireplace, building a nice cozy fire for myself, and hang their heads from he branches of their gorgeous evergreen tree. I guess it’s true, what they say, there’s no place like home for the holidays.
Alisha and Joey are best friend since primary school and they still friends. They love to going over each other house for sleepover to watch scary movies and telling each other scary stories with spicy crisp and large bottle of coke.
One night while they was at sleepover, they ran out of stories ideas and there wasn’t any new horror movies to rent and watch and they are not going to wait for Hollywood to make new one. However, Joey have a idea, he told Alisha that his father has basement that he was strictly told to not enter for a reason. He said it would be fun to explore dark place. Alisha wasn’t really up for this but after lots of begging and persuading she finally agreed.
They both grab torches from kitchen, and since Joey knew where his father put the key to basement, he went to grab it. Then he unlocked the door to basement. They crept down the stair into dark basement. To their surprise it was filled with old junk and materials.
They decided to go together so they don’t miss out lots. Alisha grew uncomfortable through the entire tour in the basement. She kept on glancing behind her because she felt someone was watching them. On the other hand, Joey was enjoying this. He goes on about him not being scared even though he was shaking.
Then suddenly, her torch flashes on someone on her left. She let out a sudden gasp that made Joey jump. Then Alisha quickly flash back on the spot and only find out it was just a mirror. Alisha laughed at herself for being stupid getting frighten over mirror but Joey react differently. His face went pale with fear. This making Alisha nervous, thinking it was one of Joey’s favorites prank on her.
But she was wrong after Joey grabbed her arm and drag her out of the basement as quick as light that she didn’t have time to react. After many attempt to get key in the lock, he finally secure the door then sit on floor breathing heavily still looking pale. Alisha told him to knock off the funny prank but Joey said he wasn’t playing around. He told her that she wasn’t even looking at the mirror properly. She asked him why, and what he said make her spine chill.
“I can’t believe you didn’t even see that noticeable detail. You wasn’t looking at yourself in mirror. That was frame with no picture. You know why I said that? Because the person on the other side wasn’t holding torch like you did!”
Mirror
Have you ever wonder what is behind the “mirror”? Well it not good idea to think about it. Behind the mirror is a world that you never expected and you never wanted to think about it either.
Any time you look at your self on reflection and you suddenly have the urge to touch the mirror. Don’t do that. Because it giving the “you” on other side a chance to take over your body. Even you only just touch it for one second, piece of it soul escape from the mirror.
It only take over your body once it become fully form in your world. But don’t think you are safe. It will urge you to touch it again and again.
Bet you think it will never happens? Well have you ever felt like someone is standing across the room at night time when you are in bed but when you turn on light you only realised it was just coat? Now I mention it. Have you ever felt frighten at bedtime that you cover your self to hide away from whatever it is. Now it just dawned on you. It was your mirror reflection. They are there, but they hadn’t be fully formed yet. Just saying you are lucky for now, but you might not be later.
Since you realised this truth, it will carry on provoking you and making you feel scared, that is other way to take over your body, to take away the defend from you. Your fear is the only defend from it and you have to control it by ignoring their presence. If you did what I told you to do, they will slowly faded away and you will be safe as long you don’t touch the mirror again.
However, if you failed, unlucky for you. You are easily to provoked and they will eventually take over your soul. Once you see their full form, you will never see the light of day again, you will be in dark place where there is no end. You will run and run and run, and it doesn’t do you any good. And that when you just realised that you are in the other side of the mirror. There is no way to get back to the world you once known. But the “you” will appear standing in front of you like they looking in the mirror and then you suddenly have no control of your own body because it was copying the “you” action. That would be your life forever if you didn’t follow my advice.
Thank for reading and hope this help you for later in life. Oh and by the way, it would be safe to say that I advise you to try to not look behind you. Just in case
Your Faithfully
You
The Cave
Grandfather sat on chair which was bit dusty and gather his grandchildren.The children love their grandfather and his stories. However, they are always ended in happily after all.
“Okay let me tell you story of little girl who…” Grandfather said when he was interrupted by his grandson.
“We have heard of that, it getting boring now because it always end with happy stuff” he complained
Normally Grandfather would respond this with “But I don’t want to give you kids the negative ideas” but however that evening, he came up with truly scary story.
“Okay look here, now since your mum left, I can tell you lots this scary legends and it is apparently true story from old friend from long time ago”
This got their attention quickly.
“Once upon long a ago there was this legend about the cave, it wasn’t any ordinary cave. Us folk would say that it can appear inside our house or in public although that was very rare and they comes in different sizes, shapes and colours. However, they only appear at night time when everyone goes to sleep. No one want to enter these cave as they believed that it was very dangerous”
“One night, two kids has been dared to explored these cave and they agreed. They planned sleepover, to wait for these cave to emerge. They decided to stay up in the attic even though it cold up there and watch through the hole to watch TV from up there. They stayed there for hours and hours until they get tired and bored.”
“They was about to give up but one of them spotted a large hole appear. To their excitement, they crawl down from the attic and sneak toward the hole. They notice something was wrong, firstly they felt like the ground was moving and secondly, they heard a loud static growl from the hole. They became more nervous but they were determined to continue to prove the legend nonsense wrong.”
“But they were wrong, badly wrong. One of the boy decided he go and check the inside first. If it was clear, he would call the second boy to come in. If there something happens he would put end to the dare.”
“The second boy agreed with this to wait outside while the next one enter the cave. As the first boy faded out of the views, the second one heard blood curling scream following by wet roar that muffled the scream.”
“He frozen in fear and panic, not knowing whenever to run home or go and help him, and just before he decided, he heard the most horrible sizzling noise from inside.”
“At that point, the second boy ran away from the spot and was never heard ever again…”
Grandfather said the last four words with dramatic tone which cause his grandchildren to gasp. There was silence for moment then one of grandson said “What happens in the cave?”
Grandfather bend over to him and said “I will never know, but all I know is, us spider folk would have to stay away from human. We don’t trust them”
Just after he said that, the noise from attic door slam with booming child voice “Mummy, there are spiders in our attic!”
I wrote this out of boredom but I hope you like it. If anyone ask where I get this from, I got it from when I was reading the factslides about spider and this one facts came up said that spider goes in your mouth at one point in night time when you was sleeping. I thought it was good story plot but what you think?