[karumi-chan]

The house had been abandoned ages ago, the grass needed trimming and the house looked like it was about to cave in. The shutters were all but torn off, and the glass windows were shattered to pieces.
The mere thought that someone actually inhabited the house was almost to hard to believe. Perhaps this house did house someone, perhaps something.
"Good lord...why hasn't anybody think of reconstruction?" A tall tanned man by the name of Gregor said as he looked at the terribly worn house.
"Why should we? I mean, it's been here since '39 why do something about it now?" Another gentleman said
"Well, I know this house has been here since 1939, but honestly, maybe some improvements to it might be key to get someone to buy it."
The other man shook his head as he looked at the house. "This place looks as if it doesn't want to be messed with..."
Gregor looked at his friend with a curious expression on his face "Why not? I mean, it's not as if someone actually lives here."
He was silent for a moment, "Heed my warning Gregor, leave this house alone." He then turned around and walked down the hill that the house was situated on.
Gregor looked after his friend and partner "Alfred! I know what I'm doing!"
Alfred looked back for a moment, shook his head then continued his trek down the hill.
Gregor looked back at the mansion, the setting sun behind it, did give off a somewhat malevolent look to it. He shuddered then followed his friend down the hill.
~*~
Two days and a cup of Old English tea later, Gregor and Alfred were on their way back to the old (and what Alfred believed haunted) house on the top of the hill. It was a Friday, and exactly one day before Halloween, Gregor was absolutely ecstatic to find out what was specifically inside this house.
“Gregor I really think that this is necessary…I mean it’s just a house on a hill that most likely houses some malevolent spirit that doesn’t want to be bothered.”
Gregor totally ignored Alfred as he walked up to the house and jimmied the knob. It was a bit rusted from disuse, but the door was open.
“Alfred if a malevolent spirit was housed inside this house, do you think they would leave the front door open?” He said with a laugh
Gregor walked in, the hard wood floor creaked beneath his foot steps and threatened to break underneath of him. He looked around, and his cheery smiled turned into a truly perplexed look on his face. The house looked as if it hadn’t aged at all! The living room with the cherry wood floor and magenta leather sofa and arm chair looked wonderfully comfortable. It was truly unbelievable. When he was outside the house, the inside looked as if it were relying on the few support beams it had to stay up. But as he walked inside, the house looked as if it had just been finished. What a phenomenon…
“Alfred! Get in here!! You’ve got to see this!!” Gregor turned around and waved at Alfred frantically
Alfred rose an eyebrow then decided to question his friends odd behavior “Gregor, what on earth are you so frantic about?”
Gregor hopped then turned around and ran further into the house, the mere sight of the inside of this old abandoned house making him feel as if this house had some sort of magic in it.
Alfred decided to count his blessings and walked inside, he looked around, not very impressed. The place was dark and morbid, and stank of moth balls. There were cobwebs taking over every corner, it was positively disgusting in here.
“Gregor would you please tell me what it is you’re so excited about?” He asked with exasperation dripping from his voice.
Gregor looked at his friend incredulously “You mean you don’t think this is the most beautiful home you’ve ever laid your eyes on!? Look around you Alfred!!”
“Gregor, cobwebs and dust doesn’t exactly give me the homey feeling that I was searching for…”
Gregor was silent for a moment, wondering why Alfred didn’t see what he was seeing. Maybe there’s something about this house that didn’t like more than one person coming in at a time or something.
A moan.
Gregor looked behind him, wondering where it came from.
There it goes again, this time a lot louder.
Gregor looked about, his behavior looking a bit too odd for Alfred’s taste.
“Gregor are you quite alright?” he asked, truly becoming concerned about his friend.
“Don’t you hear it Alfred!” Gregor rushed to Alfred, grabbing his arm in the tightest grip, his expression looking slightly insane.
“Gregor I don’t hear anything but the floorboards creaking underneath of me!”
“Alfred do you not see the comforting and warm feeling this place gives off!?”
“No I don’t because of all the-”
A scream, a truly sickening scream erupted in the house. And they both heard it, warm welcoming living room or not.
“Did you hear that Gregor!!” Alfred cried, eyes wide and frantic as he looked around.
They both looked at the door, it was wide open. The broke out into a run for it, but it was suddenly slammed shut when they were mere inches away from freedom.
“What did I tell you Gregor! I told you this place was haunted!!” Alfred said as he tried in vain to open the locked door.
“I didn’t know that this place was actually alive Alfred!!” Gregor was helping Alfred open the door by grabbing his sides and pulling, but they both had little success in doing so. All it did was put a strain in Alfred’s side.
They quit, both grasping the fact that they were trapped inside this damned house.
The floor creaked, and the walls shivered. This place was alive. They had no idea how, but this place was definitely alive…
“Alfred, I know this situation looks bleak, but please bear with me, and don’t loose your cool.” Gregor said as he tried to calm his frantic friend down.
“Gregor, we’re trapped inside a living breathing house, how can I possibly keep my cool!” He began hyperventilating, which is never a good sign in any situation.
Gregor rushed to Alfred’s side, Immediately trying his hardest to calm him down without water or tea. It took Gregor fifteen minutes to calm him down, and another twenty to tell him that he was sorry for bringing him into this mess.
“Why didn’t you listen to me!! We wouldn’t be in this mess if you’d just listen to me for once in your life!!” Alfred croaked out
“I’m sorry,” Gregor began “Maybe we can break a window or something-”
Just as he said that the house gave out a loud growl, as if daring him to deface it.
“Or we could look for another way out.”
“I think it’s best if we just called someone for help.” Alfred said as he took out his cell phone
“I hope we have reception” Gregor said off handedly as he took out his own.
Dead, both their cell phones were in a dead zone.
Alfred gave Gregor the dirtiest most evil look he could conjure up, and it was slightly terrifying. Gregor gave him a stupid grin then turned around and gave his cell phone a desperate look. ‘Come on Come on you stupid phone, get a signal!’ He thought ‘Just a bar will get the job done!’.
Gregor turned around then winced, the look on his friends face was still their, and what made it worse was that Alfred was giving him that “girlfriend vibe”. Like he was about to get yelled at by his girlfriend, and it freaked him out every time Alfred gave him that look.
“Come on Al, don’t give me that look, you know what it does to me!”
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t give you this look!”
Gregor walked passed him and looked up the staircase, anything to get away from that look. “Maybe if we go further up we can get a reception…” he began “It wont do us any good if we stay here on the ground floor.”
As much as it gave Alfred a headache, Gregor was right, if they went further up, it’s more than likely they’d get a better signal and they’d get, at least, a bar or two.
Alfred walked towards the stairs, arms crossed and a sour look on his face, then walked up the stairs, a grinning Gregor coming up behind him, whilst checking his cell phone for any sort of reception.
When the reached the top of the stairs, Alfred truly believed he was in a terribly awful scary movie. At this moment in his life, he felt as if he were truly about to die…
“What’s the hold up Alfred?” Gregor said still looking at his phone. When he heard the thump, he looked up and saw Alfred on the floor, his skin sickly white, and his eyes cold and dead.
He looked up with pure terror in his eyes as he looked at the man who wore the dark red tuxedo and bowler hat on his head with a sinister look on his face. With a sadistic smirk on his face, he drew out his sword, and Gregor was no more.
　

[m0chi_b00g3r]

The Ghost and the Pea
By Mochi Booger

ok it got kinda long...and well im not sure if its okay b/c its kind of a twist...and its not exactly scary





THE GHOST AND THE PEA
by Mochi Booger



I sighed and tried my best to sit still in the hard chair, but by God, this was so incredibly dull. It was almost scary, too. Never in my whole life (seventeen years in a day) had I ever seen so many girls. But I suppose this was the punishment for half-heartedly searching for a bride: meeting three hundred and seventy-two lined up princesses arriving from the wild land of Iswaria to the coast of Rwandori and all the kingdoms in between.

The East Clock Tower chimed twice and two o’clock was here. I yawned. What was the big rush anyway? I wondered.

“Prince Lerost,” the two-hundredth girl tentatively began.

“Whaaaat?” This was getting old.

She blushed; she was pretty cute. “I’m Princess Korina.” She curtsied and her dark hair tumbled down her shoulder, revealing a black tattoo on the back of her neck. I added up the dark hair, the pale skin, plus the tattoo and determined her to be an Iswarian. Before she could continue, I quickly shooed her away. “Next.” There was no way I would have an Iswarian chick in my bed. That could be suicidal…

The two hundred and first princess stepped up. She had a sturdy frame, and wore a dress that was far too tight. It looked as if it were to pop right off her at any moment and the colors were just hideous. No way could somebody who dressed like that be my wife. “Next.”

I found myself doing quick calculations in my head. If I could get through thirty per hour then I would be at 231 with 141 more to go. It would be three o’clock by then. Ok, and 141 divided by 30 was about 5, so it would take me until eight to finish.

I’d probably die by then, I figured, and a deep despair cloaked over my back. But I was too young to die!

“Excuse me for a moment,” I said to Princess Neona and whipped my
head behind the chair. “Mother,” I hissed through the red velvet drapes,
“Are you trying to kill me? Do you really want your only son to die?”

“Keep an open mind,” she whispered back.

“No!” I yelled. Loud.

Oops. The room fell silent. I could feel my mother’s angry eyes burning holes through the curtain and the chair into my back. “Uh, excuse me,” I quickly shattered the quietness nodding to the horrified girl, “I thought I saw…a bee on your face. But it’s gone now. Er, next.”

Neona was ushered out. She was in tears, I noticed, but whatever. Not my problem. I still had 139 more to go.

Ten more were from Orqua, whose people civilized until they opened thee mouths…

Nine were from Rwandori, where the girls had a reputation of having immense beauty, but also stupidity…

Thirteen red-haired Dorinithinis presented themselves afterwards…

Seventeen had come from Jitha, but it was common knowledge that Jithanis made terrible brides…

Twenty more young Gurhians came, at least, I thought they were young. It turned out they were in their forties…

There were 56 girls whose nationalities I couldn’t identify…

Four were from Udosa, our sworn enemy nation (how dare they show up here!)…

And the last ten arrived from the United Islands of Sakraa, but none of them I really fancied.


Finally, the last princess left. Do you believe in miracles? I do…now. It was a miracle that I didn’t shoot my head to bits or stab myself open or slit my throat. I made it. I survived.

Oh man, that took skill. I was feeling quite full of myself until I saw Mother standing heatedly in front of me with her hands on her hips. “You idiot! I drag in dozens and dozens of lovely young women for you to pick from, and you have the nerve not to choose one?”

“I kind of forgot about that—”

“Idiot!” My mother looked as though she would butcher me into a thousand pieces and then cremate me and throw my ashes down the toilet.

“S-sorry? It just kind of slipped my mind,” I protested, covering my face with my forearms.

I heard rain. A lightning bolt flashed and my mother took a step closer.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whined, “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

“What’s going on?” my father stepped in the room, a guard by his side.

“Father, save me!” I laughed and hid behind him. Mother’s gaze softened a little, but she stomped after me. “Gerrel, love—“ she began, but was interrupted when a sentry came rushing in.

He was a young boy really. On his head laid shaggy brown hair that reminded me of a mop. His eyes were big and blue, which were averted to the floor as he bowed to us and waited patiently for permission to speak.

“Yes?” my father urged.

“King Gerrel, your majesty, there is somebody at the front gate. Shall I let them in?”

“Depends. Do you know who they are?”

“Ah! Yes, your majesty.”

“Go on.”

“It’s a young woman.”

Uh oh. I did not like the sound of this. “Send her away,” I begged, “I’ve seen enough girls to last me a lifetime.”

“Well what does she want?” My mother chime in, “is she a princess of some sort?”

“Yes, my queen,” the boy answered, “she claims to be a princess from a far away land. She got attacked by thieves in the Nothern Woods, her guards got killed protecting her, and she saw your castle from the forest, so she came here and would be very grateful if she could spend the night, as it is raining heavily outside and she has now way to contact the people who are expecting her and she has no money, thus, she cannot stay in a local inn.” His face had become slightly purple and he was panting now.

“Well let’s all let her in!” my mother smiled gleefully; payback for today.

“Come, Lerost.”

Whimpering, I shuffled behind her. At least I had escaped a certain death today.

The sentry unlocked the door, and struggled to pull it open two feet. A blast of chilly moist air whacked us very impolitely. Rain shot in and hit the checkered floor like darts. They were already beginning to form puddles.

The princess from the far away land waited. Her once blue cloak was darkened from the water and mud. I couldn’t see her face; it was covered under a mask of shadow that her hood created.

“Do come in, dear,” my mother offered.

Lighting cracked apart the weeping sky and lit it white.

She stepped in and her head lifted in a small, dignified way and she let her hood fall back. Her hair was silver, not white, but silver. Well maybe it was such a pale blond that the candles illuminated it silver. Her skin was almost pigment-less, and her eyes equally colorless. Red shone bright on one slender cheek; I didn’t know if the blood was her own or some else’s, but what did I care? The girl had nothing to do with me. She was beautiful, but beautifully scary seemed to fit her better, I decided.

She curtsied. Water dripped from the ends of her hair and she shivered a little. “Thank you,” she said, “I am indebted to you.” Her voice was brisk and faint, like the small drafts of cold air that blow through the castle in the wintertime.

My mother nodded, a kind smile still plastered on her face. “You poor, poor, thing,” she cooed after the princess introduced herself as Princess Elwrin and told her story to us.

“Ah, servant!” my mother called, “take Princess Elwrin to the Seventh Chamber and heat some water for a hot bath.

“Yes, my queen,” the servant bowed and escorted Elwrin down the hall.
My mother beckoned me to follow her.

“Mom, why are you letting her stay? And what’s with the Seventh Chamber? That’s the tallest room in the castle and nobody has stayed there for years!” I growled.

“I’ve never heard of a Princess Elwrin,” she muttered, “I doubt she is really a princess. But we shall see.”


We arrived at the old room. My mother knocked, and after hearing nothing she became satisfied that Elwrin was in presentable condition. We walked inside, yet Elwrin was not there.

“Must still be in the bath,” I murmured and felt my eyes widen as twenty servants came in with a mattress each. They began to pile them on the bed; one after the other, but only after my mother had placed a pea on the bottom. When they got to the tenth, a ladder proved to be necessary. The fifteenth mattress required an even taller one. And the twentieth forced the tall ladder to stand on a makeshift set of steps.

“What is the meaning of this?” I arched an eyebrow, worried for my mother’s sanity.

“This is the test,” my mother explained, “We shall see if she can feel the pea. If she can, then I admit that she has true royal blood in her. If not, then she will die.”

“Wha? But surely the pea is as flat as a pancake…”

“Lerost, get ready for dinner.”

I went to my own room and took of the various dress robes and replaced them for a white shirt and a pair of black pants. I buttoned a satin jacket over and checked myself in the mirror.

Dashing, as usual. My milk chocolate colored hair was tied back, with bangs coming over my face in such a way that made me appear slightly daring and mysterious. My green eyes had the look of somebody who was in the prime of their youth, yet had seen much of the world. (Thanks to my mother throwing me out to find a wife.) In short, I was the most handsome fellow in the kingdom, possibly the world. This also happened to be the reason why I hadn’t chosen a bride. None could ever be my equal. I was smart and beautiful and healthy. My standards were set unearthly high.

My eyes stared into my eyes, and my eyes back at them. Almost in a shameful zone of vanity, I thought I saw a white face peeking in from the window as I stared into the mirror. I stumbled back and shook my head and turned behind me. Nothing. Yet it seemed so real that my heart had skipped a beat. I walked over to the window, which faced the mirror, and shoved aside the drapes. I realized I must be insane, looking for something that couldn’t possibly be there, until a blank paper fell at my feet.

It was most likely a tag from when the curtains had been shipped in and fell off when I had so violently shoved them open. I bent down and picked it up. I turned it over.

It was a photograph of a girl. She had black hair, and seemed familiar, like I had seen her recently. I squinted and made out big cute eyes. I had seen her before. Today. It was Princess Korina of Iswaria.

Odd. Really, really odd.

I dashed out of my room, slamming the door behind me.

How could that have gotten there?
With my head in my thoughts, I walked down towards the dining hall. My boots echoed as they clicked against the gray stones. The torches flickered, and my stomach felt like it was being pulled apart in all directions, and then being sucked inwards tight and then being pulled again. It felt like something—or someone—was watching me.

Well, I still had my pride as a prince and as a man, so I continued on. I reached the Corridor of Iron and Steel. Armor faced me on either side, and for a moment I felt safe. The armor had been in the castle for years. It would make what ever was following disappear.

No, nothing was following me. It was just my imagination.

But, yes, there was definitely something there!

No, that wasn’t possible.

Yes, it was.

I took a deep breath, feeling the air fill my chest, calming my gut.

Thwap!

The sound bounced metallically through my ears and I stared in horror at a knife quavering in a chest plate directly to my right. I wanted to scream, but my throat was so tight that I couldn’t, because another photograph slowly drifted down to my feet. Princess Neona this time. Tear sparkling eyes gazed up at me. The emptiness that filled them was haunting.
I tore it apart and sprinted non-stop to where dinner awaited, fuelled by raw fear itself.


Before I entered the dining hall, I stopped. I leaned with my back against the wall, panting. The fear had resided, and left me thinking how unmanly it was to be scared of that— of my imagination. I shook my head, scolding myself, straightened out my jacket, adjusted the waistline of my pants, smoothed out my hair, and blessed everybody in the room with my presence.

After my parents came and took their rightful places at the long table, prayer to the meal god Jiin was said and the feast began. I let servants pile food on my plate, and found myself looking for Elwrin. She arrived late; half an hour had gone by. I watched her as I shoved chicken and lamb into my mouth.

Elwrin was clean now. The grime and dried blood had been scrubbed away, leaving her skin even whiter. And, indeed, her hair was silver. Many stared at it, but she didn’t seem to mind, or care. She ate daintily and when she was finished, excused herself from the table.

*******

I waited as two servants finished pouring water into the basin. It steamed a little, and I dismissed them with a wave of my hand. When the heat seemed to lessen, I stripped off my clothes and climbed in.

The warmth was comforting, though I’d never admit it. I spent nearly an hour in the bath enjoying the cleanness against my skin. Since when had I enjoyed baths? I placed a hand on my forehead; attempted to find the answer, but couldn’t. Since when had I seen faces in the mirror and picked up falling photos of girls I had only known for two minutes?

I stepped out of the calm, and pulled on a nightgown. Climbing into bed, I blew out the candles, not bothering to call a servant. I brought the silk sheets and cozy blankets up to my nose and drifted off to sleep trying to picture what it would feel like lying more than twenty feet up in the air on a squashed green pea.

The silence woke me up at 2:00 am. No, it was the stillness. No, it was those shining eyes, which were reflected through the glass. No, it was my heart, which was leaping all over. No, it was the sound of a swishing. No, it was the glint of something metal in the blue moonlight that hit my face. No, it was the tingling smell of something called danger.

I knew I was going crazy, then, when everything seemed to amplify itself. Everything was too much. I couldn’t stand it. It was too dark. The moon was too bright. I was too tired. I was too awake. The bed was too warm. The air was too cold. My body was too at rest. My heart was beating too fast.

Something was coming that was making me react like this. Like an allergic reaction, but not quite. Like music that hits you just right, but that wasn’t right either.

It hurt. It banged against my ribs, pumped blood too fast through my limbs. It made my fingers tremble against my side. I wanted to move—I needed to move; yet I lay there frozen.

The glint came back, but it was coming towards me angrily. What the hell? I wanted to shout to the shine, What the hell? I wanted to ask my body, for not moving. Move, move, move!

Thank the god of night it was so dark. The shine missed me, but only by inches, but the reality was enough to give me the courage to lunge out.
My fingers grasped darkness. I kicked my leg out, and felt the coolness of someone moving. So many questions ran back and forth across my mind, yet one thing rang out the clearest: why?

I couldn’t see anything, for the black-cloaked figure stayed in the shadows. It wisped away from my flailing limbs. I just needed to hit something. I just wanted it to go away. I just wanted to wake up from this terrible dream.

Something bony made contact with my hand. It felt like an arm. I squeezed hard, and pulled it toward me. The weight connected to it surprised me, but I shot my left leg forward and felt the most peculiar feeling of inflicting pain.

And it was gone, the “it” and the chaos.

*******
I breathed in slowly. My mother and father were gaping at me as if I were some monster who had risen from the deep depths of hell. But of course, as I dared to come to breakfast in my pajamas, with dark rings under my eyes, and my hair sticking out in every direction possible out if its braid.
It could only be expected though. There was no way I was going to close my eyes after that, even if it was just a dream. Yet the realness told me it couldn’t have been. And the truth—I had found an axe stuck in my mattress that morning, and found myself surrounded by a sea of princesses’ pictures.

I took a seat.

Elwrin arrived. I wondered if the pea had caused any damage to her sleep, and was considering asking her before I remembered that that was the test, and left the talking to my mother.

Her colorless eyes were emotionless as my mother asked, “Princess Elwrin, how did you sleep last night?”

“Terrible.”

My mother seemed surprised. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“What was the cause do you think?”

Elwrin had been looking at my mother straight in the eyes, but they flickered to the side, if even for a moment. “There was something wrong…with the bed…yeah…er, the bed felt weird.” Her eyes perked up for bit. "See," she said, turning around and pulling down the back of her gown. “It gave me this giant bruise on my back. And here,” she displayed her wrist, and a dark mark encircled it like a bracelet.

My mother smiled, she thought Elwrin was definitely a real princess; that Elwrin was definitely going to become her daughter-in-law.

My father smiled because my mother was smiling.

And I was frozen in a puddle of disbelief. No way it could have been her. No way. Impossible. I had lost my mind that’s all.

My chest ached as dread and horror wrapped rope around it and yanked both ends.

“Well, we’ll leave you two,” my mother said.

“Please, no,” I croaked, “No, no, no. No.”

They didn’t hear me though and left.

Elwrin grinned. It was like she had changed completely.

Her mouth had become wide, with thin lips and sharp pointy teeth. Red had appeared underneath her eyes, replacing dark bags. Her fingernails grew longer.

I screamed and threw a fork at her. A spoon, a knife. My crystal glass.
“You didn’t have trouble sleeping because of the mattress, did you? Do you like axes? Stay away from me, stay away, stay away.” The fork clanged on the ground, followed by the spoon. The knife almost scraped her cheek.

The glass was going to hit her face, I was sure of it.

But her face wasn’t there.

Her torso wasn’t there anymore either. All that was left was a waist and a pair of legs. It fell sideways, and the hips began to turn to dust. Chunk, by fleshy chunk, the last of her disappeared. A pile of dust…

I was safe. Good lord, I was safe!

Wasn’t I?



A rustle behind me… “Yeah, I like axes.”

[gingermeez]

Great entries so far!

I am going to extend this contest until November 13th to give everyone a shot at entering.

[miss-officer45]

"One Hollow Night" Dj Began Her Story,"There Was This Pretty Young Lady WHo Just Moved Next Door", SHe Said In A Very Deep Voice Make it
Sound Scary. Dj And Her Sister Kira Which Is Me Went For A Walk SHe Went On Bout Here Story "Now You Just Think She Was Just A Pretty , Smart Brained Young Lady But She Wasnt And When Poeples Not Around She Was A Evil little Woman her Skin Started To Wrinkle up and For Her Not To Wrinkle up int he day time SHe Feed On Children Soul SHe Would Grab Them And Bite Their EAR Off Then She Would Scream So Lound And Make Their Soul Pop Out Of THe Brain Like A Jumping Jelly Bean She Would Suck It up Like Its A Drink And When SHe Did She Would Step Out Her Old Skin ANd Burn It.."Dj Started To Stop Telling The Story Turn TO Her Sister And SAid Pointing At THe Old House Down THe Street "Thats THe House Where THe pretty lady Live at Or At Lease She Wants Us To Think That she pretty and young",THen Kira Ask "How You Know about this?'' i look At her scared half to death shaking so hard my bones where going to jump out my body >_< . So We Kept walking next thing i know were in this big grave yard.... I turn and whirsper to my self "dont look back...dont look back ".. Good story :]

[miss-officer45]

Sowwie i dont have a Pic Yet but soon i well >_<

[marley_asaur]

Spot

Though I refuse to do the poster, for I have no skills and I don't see why we would need it.

[chosoea_meez]

It was Halloween midnight we were all done trick or treating we were getting really close to the grave. There had been rumors saying that a woman who was accused of killing her daughter was killed then she said before she died
"I will be back 5 years from now to haunt anyone who disturbs me!' But the Teens hav not heard of that since they were really unpleasant children they were stomping on everyones grave. When they got to the woman's grave they were stomping harder than before. She got really annoyed and came out of her grave .And she had haunted and possesed the first child and no one knows what she had done to the rest of the teens they have disapeared from their home and they are no where to be found



It has been 2 years since she has been possesed he has been making rooms bleed and has been making fire with just at stareing. She has returned to the grave and threw rocks at the grave. She had remembered who she was and she had took rocks that she had thrown and brutally smashed her with it.

A scary story by Chosoea_meez




ok here is the pic it goes with

[_k3ra_]

"mommy, theres a scary man in my closet" 8 year old April told her mom, Katherine.
"would you like me to tell daddy to check it for you?" her mom replied
"please" she wispered
Katherine called for April's father, not knowing which room he was occupying in the big 2-floor duplex.
"yes Katherine" Said Johnathan, Aprils step Father.
"April wants you to check her room for her and make sure there are no 'monsters' in her room. Dont forget to check under the bed."
"ok, ok. Tommarrow, its your turn" Johnathan entered Aprils room, walked her around, showing her that it wasnt anything in her room.
Katherine and Jonathan started walk back into the Master Bedroom/
"when is she going to relize that there isnt any monsters under her bed? Its been 5 years already!!"
"and she's only eight John, calm down, it will go away eventually"
"if you say so"
Unaware that April was behind them, they walked into the master bedroom. From then on, April checked her room on her own.
13 YEARS LATER
"How old are you now?" sanged April's family on her birthday.
"TWENTY-ONE!!" she exclaimed with much joy
"hi darling" said April's Father
"oh, hi dad!!"
"hows the new apartment?"
"great. Im thinking about getting a roomate"
"a roomate!?!?! Ya'know, you can always move back in with us."
"no dad, im 21 years old, no bike, no car, i cant even afford to buy a scooter because of my electricity bill"
"no car huh?"
"nope, AND i just got my licence, what use is it?"
"what, i cant hear you, come outside. These people are LOUD!"
"im coming"
"SURPRISE" her mom and dad yelled when she walked outside.
sitting in front of her was a new Lamborgini with butterfly doors and leather seating.
"OH, MY, GOD" she said.
"what are you waiting for"
"TEST DRIVE" she yelled and hopped in the car.
that night April was completely intoxicated and was unable to drive.
"can i spend the night?"
"sure"
April went in her old room and layed in her bed. After about 4 and a half hours, she started to hear deep breathing. Thinking it was just in her head, she went back to sleep. 2 hours later, she woke up to a warm breath on the back of her neck. She turned around to see no one there. She started to walk down the hallway.

"mom? Mom?" she reapeted over and over.
she walked in her room to see her mother laying in a pool of blood.
she screamed and ran down the hallway, and ran right into her father.
"dad, oh my god, mom is dead, someone stabbed her, shot her, i dont know. Please help me. PLEASE!!"

"I cant help you" her father said "help yourself, look inside of you and you will be able to break free from the hold that brings all your troubles together. And creates your inner demons" he said and ran after her. she ran into the bathroom. Then suddenly, she saw her mother emerge through the darkness of the hallway. She hugged her mother. Suddenly, a sense of fear cast upon her and she started to run.
"Wait" it yelled "come back!!"

she ran to the neighbor's house, and saw them dead also.
she ran back to her house and found her father's shot gun, and a box of bullets. The person found her and started to run toward her. She shot him with the shotgun, and he/she fell to her knees, and a paper rolled out of her hands.

the paper read:
i am the monster under your bed. Please, dont feel treatned. For i am the one whom will save you from the tragity after you read this. I stayed under your bed to protect you from the real monster, YOURSELF. I knew all about your split personality. I knew you murdered your Father and soon enough, your Mother. Although you were only 7, you knew exactly what you were doing and that was a burden you will always carry. So am I REALLY the one to be afraid of? Am i REALLY the bad guy here? Please dont be Alarmed.....read this part outloud. Forgiven.

"FORGIVEN" she said.
after she said that, the moster jumped up and swollowed her in darkness, where she will spend the rest of her life.
to be continued....

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JUST A SCARY STORY...NOT A GHOST STORY

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mommy, theres a scary ghost in my closet" 8 year old April told her mom, Katherine.
"would you like me to tell daddy to check it for you?" her mom replied
"please" she wispered
Katherine called for April's father, not knowing which room he was occupying in the big 2-floor duplex.
"yes Katherine" Said Johnathan, Aprils step Father.
"April wants you to check her room for her and make sure there are no 'ghost' in her room. Dont forget to check under the bed."
"ok, ok. Tommarrow, its your turn" Johnathan entered Aprils room, walked her around, showing her that it wasnt anything in her room.
Katherine and Jonathan started walk back into the Master Bedroom/
"when is she going to relize that there isnt any ghost under her bed? Its been 5 years already!!"
"and she's only eight John, calm down, it will go away eventually"
"if you say so"
Unaware that April was behind them, they walked into the master bedroom. From then on, April checked her room on her own.
13 YEARS LATER
"How old are you now?" sanged April's family on her birthday.
"TWENTY-ONE!!" she exclaimed with much joy
"hi darling" said April's Father
"oh, hi dad!!"
"hows the new apartment?"
"great. Im thinking about getting a roomate"
"a roomate!?!?! Ya'know, you can always move back in with us."
"no dad, im 21 years old, no bike, no car, i cant even afford to buy a scooter because of my electricity bill"
"no car huh?"
"nope, AND i just got my licence, what use is it?"
"what, i cant hear you, come outside. These people are LOUD!"
"im coming"
"SURPRISE" her mom and dad yelled when she walked outside.
sitting in front of her was a new Lamborgini with butterfly doors and leather seating.
"OH, MY, GOD" she said.
"what are you waiting for"
"TEST DRIVE" she yelled and hopped in the car.
that night April was completely intoxicated and was unable to drive.
"can i spend the night?"
"sure"
April went in her old room and layed in her bed. After about 4 and a half hours, she started to hear deep breathing. Thinking it was just in her head, she went back to sleep. 2 hours later, she woke up to a warm breath on the back of her neck. She turned around to see no one there. She started to walk down the hallway.

"mom? Mom?" she reapeted over and over.
she walked in her room to see her mother laying in a pool of blood.
she screamed and ran down the hallway, and ran right into her father.
"dad, oh my god, mom is dead, someone stabbed her, shot her, i dont know. Please help me. PLEASE!!"

"I cant help you" her father said "help yourself, look inside of you and you will be able to break free from the hold that brings all your troubles together. And creates your inner demons" he said and ran after her. she ran into the bathroom. Then suddenly, she saw her mother emerge through the darkness of the hallway. She hugged her mother. Suddenly, a sense of fear cast upon her and she started to run.
"Wait" it yelled "come back!!"

she ran to the neighbor's house, and saw them dead also.
she ran back to her house and found her father's shot gun, and a box of bullets. The person found her and started to run toward her. She shot him with the shotgun, and he/she fell to her knees, and a paper rolled out of her hands.

the paper read:
i am the ghost under your bed. Please, dont feel treatned. For i am the one whom will save you from the tragity after you read this. I stayed under your bed to protect you from the real bad-ghost, YOURSELF. I knew all about your split personality. I knew you murdered your Father and soon enough, your Mother. Although you were only 7, you knew exactly what you were doing and that was a burden you will always carry. So am I REALLY the one to be afraid of? Am i REALLY the bad guy here? Please dont be Alarmed.....read this part outloud. Forgiven.

"FORGIVEN" she said.
after she said that, the ghost jumped up and swollowed her in darkness, where she will spend the rest of her life.