Scary Short Story

Once got back home from the hospital, she was trying to get used the idea of what had happened. She stayed at home for some time to recuperate. She started to sleep walk but it was right into the woods. Where she claims to have seen the creature of the night. The creature was so horrifying that when Lisa finally woke up from her mom shaking her, the creature’s image was vivid in her mind. Her mom was very worried for her because she had started to sleep walk and hallucinate during the day about a creature.

We begin on a dark night with wind whistling and crows cawing. It was fall of 2003, Mike and Erin were biking together. Suddenly they see a shadow in the distance and turned their bikes into a scare. Their Spines chilled and faces froze with fright. They fell down the hill that no one ever dares even lay eyes on. Stories told that there was a woman who died from wood chopping a tree that fell on her. Some people say you could even see her ghost. “Mmmm-ike? Are you ok?” Erin mumbled. Mike groaned in much pain. As Erin weakly stood up, He saw something hovering above Mike. “Mike I need you to listen to me” Erin exclaimed. “Don't move” Mike turned around and gasped! Above him was a stick tied to a tree. “Erin, are you messing with me?” Mike complained.

It was a summer day the sun was out, the ground was hot, the shade was dull, the sweet smell of the flowers, the icy water on the sprinkler, the perfect day to go outside and play. The birds were chirping, the trees and were green,

In the human reality, there is no order among man. For centuries, only chaos has had room to flourish. Humans cannot live without the harsh sting of heart break, the keen sorrow of death, or the sharp, twisting agony of betrayal. Humans are addicted to negative emotions. They plead for peace yet they declare war. To them, victimization is as much a necessity as oxygen, but still they weep for a form of justice that is beyond their understanding.

I wake up to hammering going on in different parts of the house. Slowly opening my eyes I turn my head to the window to see if the sun is up at least. My curtains are closed shut complately letting in no form of light.

“Come now, Ashara,” Their princess rebuked, softly, “There is beauty in all places and in all things.

It was another day in the wonderful world of VMI. Today started off just like any day here: your phone wakes you up with that dreadful sound, you go to BRC, and you go to classes. Except I was anxious to get the next twenty-four hours over and done with. I told my loved ones I was digitally disappearing for the next twenty-four hours. My isolation began at four p.m on Monday, October 2. This was the moment I feared the most. My finger struggled to hit the power off button, refusing as if it had a mind of its own. I went down to the rifle range for practice feeling like I had forgotten something. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days. I slowly walked back to barracks realizing how beautiful the colors of the leaves were.

It took weeks of convincing and reassuring that everything was going to be just fine before I budged. I did not agree because I suddenly was not scared, I felt guilty that we would not go on my accord. So here I was, hours away from hopping on the thing I promised myself I would never get on.I closed my eyes and to my surprise fell asleep. I was asleep for what felt like all of five minutes.I was woke up by a distant car horn, I looked ahead and saw the blurry light turned from red to green, we hung a left. I read the big blue print on the concrete sign,” Roanoke Airport,” We were finally here. I heard a low roar that seemed distant, but it grew louder with the passing seconds.Then a huge plane soared over top of us! The fear gather back inside

“OLD MAN WILLIAMS!” she shouted trying to get his attention while abruptly halting her bike.

“Dude, it’s so obviously my car. How are you this blind? Whatever, just watch this.” Richard proceeded to point his car remote at the tiny vehicle. Both William and Richard were still on their knees.

. Chapter Two . “Carter, what are you doing in my office? And Juliana, you too, what are you doing here?” Carter’s older brother, Max Cooper glared at us angrily. “I thought I banned you from this place after the last time.” I cringed. The last time we were here Carter and I -mainly me- accidentally let lose a creepy beast thing that had been terrorizing and scaring people, the CMTHOE had caught it a few days earlier and locked up until they could send it back to its homeworld. And we had almost set it free again. “Get out now.” Max ordered. “No,” Carter said, “Max please just hear me, us out.” “I said, get out my office.” “Actually,” informed Carter, “You said, “Get out now.” Max glared at

What if you went to a haunted house but, you figured the “decorations” were not fake decorations? The night before Halloween, My friends and I had a sleepover so we could plan our outfits,and go to the store and get stuff we wanted. So, Kylie’s mom took us to school the next day. After school, her mom picked us up again. We all went to her house, her mom had to go back to work. She told us to be careful and that we could to Trick Or Treating BUT, we could not go in someone's houses IF we did not know them! We went and we went all around town just walking and not stopping at every house just walking and talking. We saw this one house that had amazing “decorations”! We went to it and rang the doorbell. A guy answered the door,

“Move it Shimmer!” someone says before roughly shoving me out their way in the hallway.

The whiskey began to warm him, and his thoughts drifted to the cheerful faces of Tobias and Marbles on the dock. Kids like that could help him keep a pulse on the town. He remembered how the French military forces often enlisted the help of local children to notice shifts in supply lines, or find hidden paths through forests. His eyelids grew heavy as he remembered how Marbles bartered with him at the dock. As he drifted into sleep, he drifted down the dock in his mind. He was walking down Front Street and entered the hardware store, where he could smell a delicate rosewater scent.

“There once was a story told a long, long time ago, about the haunted mill.” said the man with the big black hat on his head. My twin brother and I wondered what the rest of the story was so we asked the perplexed man. “Oh I don't know if I should tell you that.” said the mysterious man. We just looked at the man and wondered why he couldn't tell us. We wondered and wondered what that strange story was, we were not giving up until we found out the story. So once we got away from that strange man I wondered what I could do to find out the story.