My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many Short Scary Stories, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short stories, that were actually written quite well! Hopefully, helping some of these writers get noticed for the creativeness and hard work that wen't into their writing. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may of thought about writing, but just thought they couldn't do it, or nobody would ever notice them. I'm here to tell you all...that if you have a passion to write, or even if you just love reading in general, the opportunities today...are massive and you will be heard, you just have to get out there and do it! Now onto some Amazing Scary Stories.
It was late Autumn and the trees that dotted our old neighborhood
had started to change into their red and gold coats. My children were looking forward to dressing up in their spiderman and princess costumes for Halloween. But it wasn't for another week. As for me, I was busy trying to do repairs around the house. The lights were always going out. I thought it was just electrical wiring and the house was very old. I lived alone with my two small children and I didn't want to frighten them, or maybe I didn't want to scare myself. They were so young and innocent. Thank goodness they were oblivious to the creepy sounds and strange happenings of the house.
My children were very creative when they played. They often made up games to entertain themselves. But recently I noticed they had started to set a third place at the kitchen table. "Who is sitting here?" I'd ask. They would just giggle. When they played they would divide their toys into three equal parts. "Who is coming over?" I'd ask. "No one" they looked at me puzzled. I thought they were just acting like normal kids. I didn't think too much about it. The yellow brick house with its cracked foundation and creepy sounds was home. Besides I didn't want to move again. I had invested all my money into this house and I liked the fact that it was close to my workplace.
One night, it was unusually windy outside. My children had gone to bed and I walked in their room to kiss them goodnight. Karen slept soundly on the top bunk bed and my youngest, Jimmy was already asleep in the bottom bunk bed. I covered them in their blankets anticipating a chilly night. I could already feel the chill in the room. "This house," I whispered and shook my head. "It's always cold in here."
I retired to my room. It wasn't long before I fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed of a huge rock wall. Like an aerial camera zooming out, the pillory in the center of town was revealed. A woman's head stuck out encumbered by the long bolt or wooden bar that also held her arms. The time period looked like Colonial America. Or was I in Salem at the time of the infamous witch trials of 1692? I felt the shame and the discomfort of being held for public viewing. Then I realized, the woman in the pillory was me!
The next thing I remembered was a little girl with reddish brown hair dressed in a long dark dress with a top white collar at the end of a long hallway. She wore a little white cap tied under her neck. I tried walking to her. Her face looked sad and abandoned. I recognized her immediately as my daughter. But she wasn't my daughter Karen from this lifetime. I just knew she was mine. She extended her arms to me. The harder I tried to reach her, the longer the hall got. I was desperately running down this long never ending hallway. She was standing at the end with open arms. I couldn't reach her.
Then from out of nowhere, a sinister low menacing evil voice whispered in my ear, "She's mine." My heart started to pound hard. Paralyzed with fear I couldn't move. I knew instantly that this was demonic.
By now, I knew I was in my room and conscious. But I couldn't open my eyes and I was completely immobile. It laughed in my ear. Then the voice started to say obscenities. I started to pray the "Our Father." I said it over and over and louder and louder until the voice started to fade. But before it left, it threatened me again.
"She's mine.........They're mine."
Oh my God, my children! I woke myself up reciting the Lord's Prayer aloud. Trickles of sweat lined my forehead and hair. I sat up and raced to my children's room. They looked like little angels asleep. They were so still. I stared at my daughter. I stared at my son. Thank God they were breathing. I have never felt so threatened in all my life. I realized my chldren were at risk with this thing that seemed to be living in my house. Who had my children been playing with?
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Short Scary Stories-Haunted Car by Rudy Reyna
My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many Short Scary Stories, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short stories, that were actually written quite well! Hopefully, helping some of these writers get noticed for the creativeness and hard work that wen't into their writing. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may of thought about writing, but just thought they couldn't do it, or nobody would ever notice them. I'm here to tell you all...that if you have a passion to write, or even if you just love reading in general, the opportunities today...are massive and you will be heard, you just have to get out there and do it! Now onto some Amazing Scary Stories.
It was many years ago when I was still a teenager living on Murray street in San Antonio. It was 1944 and my three older brothers were in the service stationed in Europe. Not too many teenagers had cars back then. Everyone pretty much walked where they needed to go. But I was use to doing a lot of walking. If I ever needed to go into town, I'd simply take the bus. I had been doing odd jobs around town and worked for my father at the tailor shop after school. Finally, I was making a little bit of money and started to save for a car. My motivation? I wanted to start dating and able to take girls to school dances. Borrowing my dad's car was not an option especially since he needed it for work. Then I remembered there was a used car lot on Commerce street not far from the "Malt House."
It was a crisp October night. It was very late and there were hardly any cars on Commerce street. I crossed the street and strolled to the car lot to see what they were selling. There weren't too many lights on the lot. Thankfully, there was a full moon. By the light of the moon, I'd peek inside a car to see the interior. The cars lined up at the front were usually the ones in better condition but also the most expensive.
Then from the distance on the back row I saw it, a shiny beauty. It was parked apart from the rest of the vehicles. "Hmmm, they probably just got this one," I thought to myself. I made a beeline and walked towards the car. The moonlight gave the car an alluring sheen. I admired the car from all angles and even kicked a tire or two. When I saw the price on the card sitting on the base of the windshield, I couldn't believe it. It wasn't expensive! Maybe my dream of owning my own car would come true. I could actually afford this one. I patted the hood as if it was already mine. By now it was around 2:30 in the morning. I knew I'd have to get home and sneak in so as not to wake up my mom or dad. I thought I'd give it one last look.
I peered inside the driver's side of the window. For some strange reason, there seemed to be a dark shadow in the front seat. Was someone inside? I looked closer at the front seat. There was no one. I could see the front seats and the dashboard. It looked like it was in mint condition. I cupped my hands on the window to get a better look. Gradually the outline of a man began to appear right before me. Staring back at me at close range were a pair of eyes! I fell back almost hitting the ground, I was so startled. This was not my reflection. I finally mustered the courage and approached the car once again. I cupped my hands and looked inside. There was nothing inside. I got a real creepy feeling. What had I just seen? The next day, I went to the lot. The car was gone. I later found out that a few years before, a man had been murdered and his body was found in that same car. Had I seen his ghost? That was many years ago when I had that awful experience. But the image of what I saw that night stayed with me for many years. I never forgot it.
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
It was many years ago when I was still a teenager living on Murray street in San Antonio. It was 1944 and my three older brothers were in the service stationed in Europe. Not too many teenagers had cars back then. Everyone pretty much walked where they needed to go. But I was use to doing a lot of walking. If I ever needed to go into town, I'd simply take the bus. I had been doing odd jobs around town and worked for my father at the tailor shop after school. Finally, I was making a little bit of money and started to save for a car. My motivation? I wanted to start dating and able to take girls to school dances. Borrowing my dad's car was not an option especially since he needed it for work. Then I remembered there was a used car lot on Commerce street not far from the "Malt House."
It was a crisp October night. It was very late and there were hardly any cars on Commerce street. I crossed the street and strolled to the car lot to see what they were selling. There weren't too many lights on the lot. Thankfully, there was a full moon. By the light of the moon, I'd peek inside a car to see the interior. The cars lined up at the front were usually the ones in better condition but also the most expensive.
Then from the distance on the back row I saw it, a shiny beauty. It was parked apart from the rest of the vehicles. "Hmmm, they probably just got this one," I thought to myself. I made a beeline and walked towards the car. The moonlight gave the car an alluring sheen. I admired the car from all angles and even kicked a tire or two. When I saw the price on the card sitting on the base of the windshield, I couldn't believe it. It wasn't expensive! Maybe my dream of owning my own car would come true. I could actually afford this one. I patted the hood as if it was already mine. By now it was around 2:30 in the morning. I knew I'd have to get home and sneak in so as not to wake up my mom or dad. I thought I'd give it one last look.
I peered inside the driver's side of the window. For some strange reason, there seemed to be a dark shadow in the front seat. Was someone inside? I looked closer at the front seat. There was no one. I could see the front seats and the dashboard. It looked like it was in mint condition. I cupped my hands on the window to get a better look. Gradually the outline of a man began to appear right before me. Staring back at me at close range were a pair of eyes! I fell back almost hitting the ground, I was so startled. This was not my reflection. I finally mustered the courage and approached the car once again. I cupped my hands and looked inside. There was nothing inside. I got a real creepy feeling. What had I just seen? The next day, I went to the lot. The car was gone. I later found out that a few years before, a man had been murdered and his body was found in that same car. Had I seen his ghost? That was many years ago when I had that awful experience. But the image of what I saw that night stayed with me for many years. I never forgot it.
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Short Scary Stories-Haunted Town by Rudy Reyna
My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many Short Scary Stories, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short stories, that were actually written quite well! Hopefully, helping some of these writers get noticed for the creativeness and hard work that wen't into their writing. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may of thought about writing, but just thought they couldn't do it, or nobody would ever notice them. I'm here to tell you all...that if you have a passion to write, or even if you just love reading in general, the opportunities today...are massive and you will be heard, you just have to get out there and do it! Now onto some Amazing Scary Stories.
It was a cool October and my parents had just dropped me off at my aunt's house in a small town outside of Beaumont. My grandfather had turned for the worse. His illness was serious and he had been taken to the hospital. My parents were driving all lthe way to Mexico to see him. Although I begged to go with them, they said that with the severity of grandpa's illness, they might be gone for several days. I was disappointed and tried to make the best of the situation. My aunt was elderly and had no children. I was 15 years old and thought they should have left me alone at home. "I'm old enough to take care of myself," I grumbled. But I didn't argue with my parents. My father was already worried about his dad and both had a lot on their minds as they drove away.
What was I going to do here? It was Friday night. My aunt must have seen me sulk and suggested I walk to town. "There are things to do there and it's just a few blocks away. You might find some kids your age." After I settled in, I took her suggestion. The town was quaint and there was more activity but not much. I was curious and began to check out the town. The early evening was crisp and I headed past shops and toward the plaza. The park was pretty but except for some small kids playing soccer, and a few lovers walking by, there wasn't too much going on. I started to walk towards the football stadium. I could see the old building in the distance. Maybe there was a game going on. After several blocks, I noticed it had gotten dark. I had walked several blocks and I could hear the cadence of drums. "A football game!" The stadium stood on the hill like a giant. As I got closer, I could hear the roar of people. It sounded like a packed stadium. The marching band in the stands played loudly. I could tell the game had already started. The crowds cheered wildly. Except for the stadium lights, the surroundings were pretty dark. There were n't any street lights. But I was excited. It sounded like a good game and I could be around kids my age. I rushed toward the entrance. On the south side of the stadium at the top of the ramp, I saw a crevice. I peered my head inside.
Suddenly, without warning, the stadium lights shut off. The crowd went silent. I was standing at the stadium by myself in complete darkness! What happened? I looked around. There was no one there.
I couldn't have imagined the sounds or the lights. Where did everybody go? I couldn't have been hallucinating. I was completely bewildered. I must have stared at the stadium for several minutes. I reluctantly made my way back to my aunt's house. I told her I had gone into town to check the sights. "Auntie, was there a game at the stadium?" She looked at me funny. " Oh no. Ever since that terrible accident, several years ago, nobody's used the stadium." She explained It was a championship game and the football players from a neighboring town had won the game. But on the way back to their school, it stormed that night and the bus crashed near the bridge. "All the players were killed. As a matter of fact, tonight is the anniversary of that tragic event."
What had I experienced? Had I walked into another dimension? I clearly heard people cheering. There was definitely a football game going on. Or had I heard the ghosts of a football team that had returned to relive their last moments?
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
It was a cool October and my parents had just dropped me off at my aunt's house in a small town outside of Beaumont. My grandfather had turned for the worse. His illness was serious and he had been taken to the hospital. My parents were driving all lthe way to Mexico to see him. Although I begged to go with them, they said that with the severity of grandpa's illness, they might be gone for several days. I was disappointed and tried to make the best of the situation. My aunt was elderly and had no children. I was 15 years old and thought they should have left me alone at home. "I'm old enough to take care of myself," I grumbled. But I didn't argue with my parents. My father was already worried about his dad and both had a lot on their minds as they drove away.
What was I going to do here? It was Friday night. My aunt must have seen me sulk and suggested I walk to town. "There are things to do there and it's just a few blocks away. You might find some kids your age." After I settled in, I took her suggestion. The town was quaint and there was more activity but not much. I was curious and began to check out the town. The early evening was crisp and I headed past shops and toward the plaza. The park was pretty but except for some small kids playing soccer, and a few lovers walking by, there wasn't too much going on. I started to walk towards the football stadium. I could see the old building in the distance. Maybe there was a game going on. After several blocks, I noticed it had gotten dark. I had walked several blocks and I could hear the cadence of drums. "A football game!" The stadium stood on the hill like a giant. As I got closer, I could hear the roar of people. It sounded like a packed stadium. The marching band in the stands played loudly. I could tell the game had already started. The crowds cheered wildly. Except for the stadium lights, the surroundings were pretty dark. There were n't any street lights. But I was excited. It sounded like a good game and I could be around kids my age. I rushed toward the entrance. On the south side of the stadium at the top of the ramp, I saw a crevice. I peered my head inside.
Suddenly, without warning, the stadium lights shut off. The crowd went silent. I was standing at the stadium by myself in complete darkness! What happened? I looked around. There was no one there.
I couldn't have imagined the sounds or the lights. Where did everybody go? I couldn't have been hallucinating. I was completely bewildered. I must have stared at the stadium for several minutes. I reluctantly made my way back to my aunt's house. I told her I had gone into town to check the sights. "Auntie, was there a game at the stadium?" She looked at me funny. " Oh no. Ever since that terrible accident, several years ago, nobody's used the stadium." She explained It was a championship game and the football players from a neighboring town had won the game. But on the way back to their school, it stormed that night and the bus crashed near the bridge. "All the players were killed. As a matter of fact, tonight is the anniversary of that tragic event."
What had I experienced? Had I walked into another dimension? I clearly heard people cheering. There was definitely a football game going on. Or had I heard the ghosts of a football team that had returned to relive their last moments?
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
Friday, November 25, 2011
Short Scary Stories-Strange Visitor by Peter
My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many Short Scary Stories, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short stories, that were actually written quite well! Hopefully, helping some of these writers get noticed for the creativeness and hard work that wen't into their writing. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may of thought about writing, but just thought they couldn't do it, or nobody would ever notice them. I'm here to tell you all...that if you have a passion to write, or even if you just love reading in general, the opportunities today...are massive and you will be heard, you just have to get out there and do it! Now onto some Amazing Scary Stories.
I had been transferred to another town. The company had relocated
me into a nice brick house not far from my workplace. I was excited to embark on this new chapter in my life. But it wasn't long before I realized that there was something wrong with my home. I was still living out of boxes and I had only the essentials available to me. My days were long and by the time I got home, I was completely exhausted. I'd often eat, shower and fall asleep on the coach. One night, I had a strange dream. Someone was watching me sleep. He leaned over me as I slept. He had a scowl on his face. I couldn't make out the features but it looked like an older gentleman and he was angry. I quickly dismissed the strange dream. On the third night, the temperature in my room had dropped. I awoke shivering. Had a cold front come in during the night? My eyes gradually adjusted in the darkness. I coughed and the smoky vapor emitted from my breath startled me.
Something was wrong. First of all it was icy cold in the room. More importantly, I felt as if someone was watching me.
Had someone broken in? I sat up. From the corner of the tiny bar in the den, a grey mist was slowly moving across the room. I wiped my eyes making sure I wasn't imagining things. By now I was wide awake. The foggy mass seemed to move with a purpose. I was immobile and the thick mist drifted towards the front door. I eventually got up to investigate. I followed its movement and opened the front door of my house. There was no one there. But that wasn't what surprised me the most. Outside, the air was warm and still. It was only cold inside my house. I checked the thermostat. The air conditioner wasn't even on! I couldn't explain the chill in the room.
As the weeks passed, I settled into the house and eventually got myself a bed and moved into the bedroom. One night, I heard footsteps. There was a rustling sound coming from the living room. Rats? The sound stopped and I made a mental note to call an exterminator. I got up to get some water from the kitchen. As I left my bedroom, I stopped in my tracks. Something was standing at the end of the hallway. It was a dark figure. My heart started to pound. Then the figure quickly moved away from the entrance. I turned on the hall lights. I walked into the living room expecting to catch the intruder. There was no one. I looked everywhere. I didn't have much furniture and there weren't too many places he could hide. The fact is there was no one in the house. What was going on in my home? I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. I know I saw a dark figure of a man.
I didn't know who to ask or what to do about this strange happening. Eventually things settled down and I forgot about it. Several months later, I was sleeping in my bedroom. I started to have the strange dream again. There was someone watching me and my heart started to pound in panic. It startled me so much, I awoke. I glanced to the right of my bedroom. Coming out from the dresser mirror was the dark figure of a man. It was pitch black, darker than the night. He stood at the foot of my bed. I couldn't make out eyes or any facial features at all. But I knew he was staring at me. I was lying in bed completely paralyzed. He started to walk toward me. I was so shocked, I couldn't even open my mouth to speak. My mind raced and I started to think of the Lords prayer. Suddenly and unexpectedly a blue light from the bathroom window came on. The alley is behind my bedroom and bathroom. I don't know if it was a car driving by or what had caused the blue light to come on. But as soon as the light entered from the window, the dark figure turned away from the light and walked right through the closed bedroom door and out of my room. What had I just seen?
It wasn't long before I moved out for good. I was never a believer in the paranormal and I thought ghosts were simply a figment of someone's overactive imagination. I no longer scoff at people who claim to see ghosts. I never did find out who or what was haunting that house. But I wasn't going to stay and find out. Whatever it was, I'm sure is still there at that house.
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
I had been transferred to another town. The company had relocated
me into a nice brick house not far from my workplace. I was excited to embark on this new chapter in my life. But it wasn't long before I realized that there was something wrong with my home. I was still living out of boxes and I had only the essentials available to me. My days were long and by the time I got home, I was completely exhausted. I'd often eat, shower and fall asleep on the coach. One night, I had a strange dream. Someone was watching me sleep. He leaned over me as I slept. He had a scowl on his face. I couldn't make out the features but it looked like an older gentleman and he was angry. I quickly dismissed the strange dream. On the third night, the temperature in my room had dropped. I awoke shivering. Had a cold front come in during the night? My eyes gradually adjusted in the darkness. I coughed and the smoky vapor emitted from my breath startled me.
Something was wrong. First of all it was icy cold in the room. More importantly, I felt as if someone was watching me.
Had someone broken in? I sat up. From the corner of the tiny bar in the den, a grey mist was slowly moving across the room. I wiped my eyes making sure I wasn't imagining things. By now I was wide awake. The foggy mass seemed to move with a purpose. I was immobile and the thick mist drifted towards the front door. I eventually got up to investigate. I followed its movement and opened the front door of my house. There was no one there. But that wasn't what surprised me the most. Outside, the air was warm and still. It was only cold inside my house. I checked the thermostat. The air conditioner wasn't even on! I couldn't explain the chill in the room.
As the weeks passed, I settled into the house and eventually got myself a bed and moved into the bedroom. One night, I heard footsteps. There was a rustling sound coming from the living room. Rats? The sound stopped and I made a mental note to call an exterminator. I got up to get some water from the kitchen. As I left my bedroom, I stopped in my tracks. Something was standing at the end of the hallway. It was a dark figure. My heart started to pound. Then the figure quickly moved away from the entrance. I turned on the hall lights. I walked into the living room expecting to catch the intruder. There was no one. I looked everywhere. I didn't have much furniture and there weren't too many places he could hide. The fact is there was no one in the house. What was going on in my home? I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. I know I saw a dark figure of a man.
I didn't know who to ask or what to do about this strange happening. Eventually things settled down and I forgot about it. Several months later, I was sleeping in my bedroom. I started to have the strange dream again. There was someone watching me and my heart started to pound in panic. It startled me so much, I awoke. I glanced to the right of my bedroom. Coming out from the dresser mirror was the dark figure of a man. It was pitch black, darker than the night. He stood at the foot of my bed. I couldn't make out eyes or any facial features at all. But I knew he was staring at me. I was lying in bed completely paralyzed. He started to walk toward me. I was so shocked, I couldn't even open my mouth to speak. My mind raced and I started to think of the Lords prayer. Suddenly and unexpectedly a blue light from the bathroom window came on. The alley is behind my bedroom and bathroom. I don't know if it was a car driving by or what had caused the blue light to come on. But as soon as the light entered from the window, the dark figure turned away from the light and walked right through the closed bedroom door and out of my room. What had I just seen?
It wasn't long before I moved out for good. I was never a believer in the paranormal and I thought ghosts were simply a figment of someone's overactive imagination. I no longer scoff at people who claim to see ghosts. I never did find out who or what was haunting that house. But I wasn't going to stay and find out. Whatever it was, I'm sure is still there at that house.
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Short Scary Stories-The House Off Greensville by Selinda
My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many Short Scary Stories, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short stories, that were actually written quite well! Hopefully, helping some of these writers get noticed for the creativeness and hard work that wen't into their writing. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may of thought about writing, but just thought they couldn't do it, or nobody would ever notice them. I'm here to tell you all...that if you have a passion to write, or even if you just love reading in general, the opportunities today...are massive and you will be heard, you just have to get out there and do it! Now onto some Amazing Scary Stories.
Several years ago,
I moved into a two story house in Dallas. I was in
an old part of town, near fashionable and trendy
Greenville avenue. The house sat on a corner close to the famous "M" streets. It was early summer and the trees were green and overprotective. I remember when I drove down the street. My husband and I had recently divorced. I was on my own for the first time and with some sense of adventure I began looking for a house to rent. I had taken an unexpected turn off Greenville and found myself lost. The houses were old and lovely. Then I recognized the area as one of the most coveted in Dallas.
As if on cue, a yellow brick house sitting on a corner called me. I got out of my car. Walking up the cracked sidewalk the branches hovering over the porch seemed to welcome me. To my surprise the front door was open. "Hello" I called as I invited myself in. Immediately I noticed the beautiful wooden floors. A Spanish arch separated the living room from the dining room. Suddenly a noise from one of the bedrooms got my attention. I realized I wasn't alone. "Hello?" I approached with trepidation. To my relief it was a man in work clothes painting the back bedroom. I apologized profusely. I told him I noticed a sign in the front yard and had let myself in. The painter laughed and said the owner was renting the house. He had just placed the sign outside that very same day. What luck!
In a short time, I moved to this beautiful old house, rearranged the furniture and my life. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share the house just yet. I needed to sort things out and I wasn't ready for a roommate. It was the first time I lived alone. I don't remember exactly when I noticed my home was ......
......a little strange. Maybe it was the trees outside that made menacing dancing shadows at night in my bedroom or perhaps it was the hallway. The walls were painted a strange dark blue almost black color. Every time I walked in the hallway toward one of the bedrooms the air seemed unusually heavy in this part of the house. When ever I felt that uneasy feeling, I chalked it up to not being use to my new surroundings.
On late afternoon, after reading a book, I decided to take a nap. As I walked through the hallway as I often did to go to my room, I felt a tug on the back of my shirt. I thought my shirt had gotten stuck on something and I turned around. There was nothing there. Feeling sleepy, I didn't think twice about it. In no time, I fell asleep. I think it was the music that first got my attention. It was a smooth jazzy instrumental piece. It sounded like something from the 60's. By now my bedroom was dark. It was early evening and all the lights were off. A little groggy, I lifted my head momentarily from the pillow. I realized the music seemed to be coming from inside the house.
"No"I told myself, "it must be someone outside with a radio." In a half wake state, I sat up. The music stopped. I decided to give in to slumber and my head hit the pillow. As soon as my head rested, the music started again.
I lifted my head and the music stopped. Then I could make out voices. It sounded like a roomful of guests, a party. Then I realized the voices were coming from the other side of the hallway from my living room. The party was in my house! I just sat there paralyzed not knowing what to do. I eventually mustered the courage to get up and investigate. As I approached the living room, the music and the voices faded mysteriously. There was no one there. Or was there? Several incidents occurred at that house off Greenville and gradually over the two years that I lived there, I would piece the beginning of this ghost story.
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
Several years ago,
I moved into a two story house in Dallas. I was in
an old part of town, near fashionable and trendy
Greenville avenue. The house sat on a corner close to the famous "M" streets. It was early summer and the trees were green and overprotective. I remember when I drove down the street. My husband and I had recently divorced. I was on my own for the first time and with some sense of adventure I began looking for a house to rent. I had taken an unexpected turn off Greenville and found myself lost. The houses were old and lovely. Then I recognized the area as one of the most coveted in Dallas.
As if on cue, a yellow brick house sitting on a corner called me. I got out of my car. Walking up the cracked sidewalk the branches hovering over the porch seemed to welcome me. To my surprise the front door was open. "Hello" I called as I invited myself in. Immediately I noticed the beautiful wooden floors. A Spanish arch separated the living room from the dining room. Suddenly a noise from one of the bedrooms got my attention. I realized I wasn't alone. "Hello?" I approached with trepidation. To my relief it was a man in work clothes painting the back bedroom. I apologized profusely. I told him I noticed a sign in the front yard and had let myself in. The painter laughed and said the owner was renting the house. He had just placed the sign outside that very same day. What luck!
In a short time, I moved to this beautiful old house, rearranged the furniture and my life. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share the house just yet. I needed to sort things out and I wasn't ready for a roommate. It was the first time I lived alone. I don't remember exactly when I noticed my home was ......
......a little strange. Maybe it was the trees outside that made menacing dancing shadows at night in my bedroom or perhaps it was the hallway. The walls were painted a strange dark blue almost black color. Every time I walked in the hallway toward one of the bedrooms the air seemed unusually heavy in this part of the house. When ever I felt that uneasy feeling, I chalked it up to not being use to my new surroundings.
On late afternoon, after reading a book, I decided to take a nap. As I walked through the hallway as I often did to go to my room, I felt a tug on the back of my shirt. I thought my shirt had gotten stuck on something and I turned around. There was nothing there. Feeling sleepy, I didn't think twice about it. In no time, I fell asleep. I think it was the music that first got my attention. It was a smooth jazzy instrumental piece. It sounded like something from the 60's. By now my bedroom was dark. It was early evening and all the lights were off. A little groggy, I lifted my head momentarily from the pillow. I realized the music seemed to be coming from inside the house.
"No"I told myself, "it must be someone outside with a radio." In a half wake state, I sat up. The music stopped. I decided to give in to slumber and my head hit the pillow. As soon as my head rested, the music started again.
I lifted my head and the music stopped. Then I could make out voices. It sounded like a roomful of guests, a party. Then I realized the voices were coming from the other side of the hallway from my living room. The party was in my house! I just sat there paralyzed not knowing what to do. I eventually mustered the courage to get up and investigate. As I approached the living room, the music and the voices faded mysteriously. There was no one there. Or was there? Several incidents occurred at that house off Greenville and gradually over the two years that I lived there, I would piece the beginning of this ghost story.
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Short Scary Stories-Something Strange by Selinda
My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many Short Scary Stories, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short stories, that were actually written quite well! Hopefully, helping some of these writers get noticed for the creativeness and hard work that wen't into their writing. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may of thought about writing, but just thought they couldn't do it, or nobody would ever notice them. I'm here to tell you all...that if you have a passion to write, or even if you just love reading in general, the opportunities today...are massive and you will be heard, you just have to get out there and do it! Now onto some Amazing Scary Stories.
For the first time in my life I was living by myself.
After my husband and I divorced, I was determined
not to move back home with my parents. Instead, I rented a corner house off Greenville Avenue in Dallas determined to make it on my own. The 1930's house was cozy and a real find, or so I thought. One night my friend Bruce came for a visit. As I opened the door, he entered laughing and in mid-sentence suddenly stopped talking. His expression changed and his mouth dropped. He stared toward the dining room, "What's the matter?"I asked concerned. "I ah.... I just saw a man sitting in your dining room."
I turned around. There was nothing there. Bruce was visibly shaken. He stammered,"the man looked like he was reading something...like ....like a newspaper. Then he looked up...... He just stared at me!" Standing at the door somewhat affected, Bruce managed to compose himself and finally came in the room.He apologized. "I'm sorry I must be thinking about my grandfather. He just passed away a few days ago." Bruce settled in my rocking chair. We talked about our high school days and reminisced. But I couldn't help notice he kept glancing over to the dining room. "Was it your grandfather that you saw when you came in?" I asked. He was quiet for a moment. "No, it wasn't him. I've never seen that man before. You know your glass table over there? Well, the man was standing behind a wooden table with a cup of coffee sitting on it. ....it's as if your glass table wasn't there anymore."
I listened fascinated by his account and tried not to get frightened by what he had just told me. I could tell he was a little nervous. I changed the subject and we talked about other things. Bruce kept looking over towards the dining room. He seemed somewhat uncomfortable. Finally Bruce stood up and asked politely "I know this sounds strange, but would you mind if I take a look around?" I thought it was a little odd but I said "sure go ahead." I followed him as he walked through the Spanish arch that divided the living room from the dining area. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment. He didn't say a word. He approached the wall that separated the dining room from the kitchen. He knocked a few times on the wall. He then went to the kitchen and stopped in front of the back side wall that led to the back yard. He knocked on the wall. It sounded very hollow. "what's behind this wall?" he sounded alarmed.
"I don't know, I think it's a side entrance. There's a tenant who lives in the upstairs area. That's one of his outside entrances," I said. It was funny but thinking about it, I never actually saw my neighbor go up this way. Bruce insisted we open the door. The staircase was narrow and the walls were cramped. The passageway led to the second floor. It looked like the door at the top of the stairs was sealed. The wooden staircase was old and decrepit and we could feel a certain heaviness hanging in the stale air. Bruce moved around the house like an investigator. I'm not sure what he was looking for but he was a man on a mission. It was strange and uncharacteristic of him. But I was entranced by his unusual behavior.
He walked back into the dining room and proceeded to walk toward the hallway. The dark blue painted walls looked almost pitch black. Why would anyone paint the hallway this color? I wondered. Bruce stood in the middle of the hallway for several seconds. "May I?" he motioned to my bedroom. He opened the closet door, stared inside for a few seconds then shut it and came out. He walked to my children's room. My kids were still visiting at their grandmother's for a few days. Bruce walked directly to the closet, opened it and stared inside for a long time. He looked disturbed. Then he slowly closed it. Bruce and I retreated back to the front room and he later went home.
I didn't think too much about this incident but about a month later, my actor friend Tony stopped by. He had just finished his theater performance and decided to come to my house. He was animated and in his usual dramatic flair plopped on the rocking chair talking a hundred miles an hour. Throughout our conversation, I saw that he kept glancing toward the dining room. To my surprise, Tony got up and announced,"your house is weird." He then started walking in the same exact steps that Bruce had made almost a month before. He knocked on the same walls, walked in the same rooms in the same order. I really started to get a creepy feeling. There is no way Tony could have recreated the same steps and the same questions as my friend Bruce. They didn't know each other! I couldn't pretend anymore that everything was O.K. I finally had to admit to myself, there was something strange going on in my house and I was going to find out.
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
For the first time in my life I was living by myself.
After my husband and I divorced, I was determined
not to move back home with my parents. Instead, I rented a corner house off Greenville Avenue in Dallas determined to make it on my own. The 1930's house was cozy and a real find, or so I thought. One night my friend Bruce came for a visit. As I opened the door, he entered laughing and in mid-sentence suddenly stopped talking. His expression changed and his mouth dropped. He stared toward the dining room, "What's the matter?"I asked concerned. "I ah.... I just saw a man sitting in your dining room."
I turned around. There was nothing there. Bruce was visibly shaken. He stammered,"the man looked like he was reading something...like ....like a newspaper. Then he looked up...... He just stared at me!" Standing at the door somewhat affected, Bruce managed to compose himself and finally came in the room.He apologized. "I'm sorry I must be thinking about my grandfather. He just passed away a few days ago." Bruce settled in my rocking chair. We talked about our high school days and reminisced. But I couldn't help notice he kept glancing over to the dining room. "Was it your grandfather that you saw when you came in?" I asked. He was quiet for a moment. "No, it wasn't him. I've never seen that man before. You know your glass table over there? Well, the man was standing behind a wooden table with a cup of coffee sitting on it. ....it's as if your glass table wasn't there anymore."
I listened fascinated by his account and tried not to get frightened by what he had just told me. I could tell he was a little nervous. I changed the subject and we talked about other things. Bruce kept looking over towards the dining room. He seemed somewhat uncomfortable. Finally Bruce stood up and asked politely "I know this sounds strange, but would you mind if I take a look around?" I thought it was a little odd but I said "sure go ahead." I followed him as he walked through the Spanish arch that divided the living room from the dining area. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment. He didn't say a word. He approached the wall that separated the dining room from the kitchen. He knocked a few times on the wall. He then went to the kitchen and stopped in front of the back side wall that led to the back yard. He knocked on the wall. It sounded very hollow. "what's behind this wall?" he sounded alarmed.
"I don't know, I think it's a side entrance. There's a tenant who lives in the upstairs area. That's one of his outside entrances," I said. It was funny but thinking about it, I never actually saw my neighbor go up this way. Bruce insisted we open the door. The staircase was narrow and the walls were cramped. The passageway led to the second floor. It looked like the door at the top of the stairs was sealed. The wooden staircase was old and decrepit and we could feel a certain heaviness hanging in the stale air. Bruce moved around the house like an investigator. I'm not sure what he was looking for but he was a man on a mission. It was strange and uncharacteristic of him. But I was entranced by his unusual behavior.
He walked back into the dining room and proceeded to walk toward the hallway. The dark blue painted walls looked almost pitch black. Why would anyone paint the hallway this color? I wondered. Bruce stood in the middle of the hallway for several seconds. "May I?" he motioned to my bedroom. He opened the closet door, stared inside for a few seconds then shut it and came out. He walked to my children's room. My kids were still visiting at their grandmother's for a few days. Bruce walked directly to the closet, opened it and stared inside for a long time. He looked disturbed. Then he slowly closed it. Bruce and I retreated back to the front room and he later went home.
I didn't think too much about this incident but about a month later, my actor friend Tony stopped by. He had just finished his theater performance and decided to come to my house. He was animated and in his usual dramatic flair plopped on the rocking chair talking a hundred miles an hour. Throughout our conversation, I saw that he kept glancing toward the dining room. To my surprise, Tony got up and announced,"your house is weird." He then started walking in the same exact steps that Bruce had made almost a month before. He knocked on the same walls, walked in the same rooms in the same order. I really started to get a creepy feeling. There is no way Tony could have recreated the same steps and the same questions as my friend Bruce. They didn't know each other! I couldn't pretend anymore that everything was O.K. I finally had to admit to myself, there was something strange going on in my house and I was going to find out.
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Short Scary Stories-Playful Ghost by Selinda
My Personal Notes: First off, I wanted to see how many Short Scary Stories, I could personally find in the public blog posts. But my mission also was to find short stories, that were actually written quite well! Hopefully, helping some of these writers get noticed for the creativeness and hard work that wen't into their writing. And also, at the same time give some insight to people out there, that may of thought about writing, but just thought they couldn't do it, or nobody would ever notice them. I'm here to tell you all...that if you have a passion to write, or even if you just love reading in general, the opportunities today...are massive and you will be heard, you just have to get out there and do it! Now onto some Amazing Scary Stories.
We had settled in our yellow brick house on the corner
of Homer street. My children were very young at the time and
as a single mom, I did everything I could to make the big move
as comfortable as possible. I don't remember exactly when I first noticed strange things about the house. There were creaks and unusual sounds. But I quickly dismissed them as part of the house settling. After all it was built in the 1930's.
It was the last week of September and we were about to celebrate my son Jimmy's 4th birthday. I had everything set at a nearby Pizza place and there were plenty of games to take part in. He had received many gifts but the one he took the most interest in was a simple red balloon given to him at the party. Late in the evening at home, my children were still in a playful mood. They chattered endlessly in my bedroom. Still excited from the party, my children were laughing and running around the house. I could hear them calling to the balloon beckoning them to follow. It floated in the air as they called to it, "Over here, over here," they laughed delighted as the balloon followed their every move. I didn't think much about it, until they returned to my room.
It had been an unusually hot Texas night and I had the window air conditioner running full blast. The air blew directly towards the entrance. The kids bustled back into the room and called to the ballooon as it hovered in the hallway by the door for a few seconds. "Follow me, follow me" they begged. Then suddenly defying physics, the balloon lowered itself from the ceiling and entered the bedroom.
I didn't say a word to them, but I was dumbfounded. I couldn't logically explain to myself what I had just seen. This was a strange happening. I watched my kids as they played tag with the red balloon taunting it to chase them. To my disbelief, the balloon followed them throughout the house. It was as if someone or something held the end of the balloon string and played with my kids. Later my daughter got ready for bed. As she started up the small ladder that led to the top bunk, I heard her scamper almost tripping over herself. She ran to my room upset, "mommy, mommy!" She held me tight around my waist. "Mommy someone is in the bed!"
I peered from the hallway and turned on the light to her room. I tried to get her to see that there was no one. She wouldn't budge. She told me later in my room that as she climbed up to her top bunk bed, she could see through the rungs. "A little boy was asleep in Jimmy's bed." My son Jimmy had fallen asleep earlier in my bed, so I knew it wasn't him. She stared for several seconds thinking it was her brother. Then she realized a stranger was in his bed. She described a boy with blond hair around Jimmy's age. He lay in his bed in a fetal position with his hand under his head asleep. She said she could see right through him. Needeless to say, we all slept in my bed that night. This would not be the last of the little boy ghost. There would be more paranormal events in this strange house. But it was evident to me that night, my children had been playing with a ghost!
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
We had settled in our yellow brick house on the corner
of Homer street. My children were very young at the time and
as a single mom, I did everything I could to make the big move
as comfortable as possible. I don't remember exactly when I first noticed strange things about the house. There were creaks and unusual sounds. But I quickly dismissed them as part of the house settling. After all it was built in the 1930's.
It was the last week of September and we were about to celebrate my son Jimmy's 4th birthday. I had everything set at a nearby Pizza place and there were plenty of games to take part in. He had received many gifts but the one he took the most interest in was a simple red balloon given to him at the party. Late in the evening at home, my children were still in a playful mood. They chattered endlessly in my bedroom. Still excited from the party, my children were laughing and running around the house. I could hear them calling to the balloon beckoning them to follow. It floated in the air as they called to it, "Over here, over here," they laughed delighted as the balloon followed their every move. I didn't think much about it, until they returned to my room.
It had been an unusually hot Texas night and I had the window air conditioner running full blast. The air blew directly towards the entrance. The kids bustled back into the room and called to the ballooon as it hovered in the hallway by the door for a few seconds. "Follow me, follow me" they begged. Then suddenly defying physics, the balloon lowered itself from the ceiling and entered the bedroom.
I didn't say a word to them, but I was dumbfounded. I couldn't logically explain to myself what I had just seen. This was a strange happening. I watched my kids as they played tag with the red balloon taunting it to chase them. To my disbelief, the balloon followed them throughout the house. It was as if someone or something held the end of the balloon string and played with my kids. Later my daughter got ready for bed. As she started up the small ladder that led to the top bunk, I heard her scamper almost tripping over herself. She ran to my room upset, "mommy, mommy!" She held me tight around my waist. "Mommy someone is in the bed!"
I peered from the hallway and turned on the light to her room. I tried to get her to see that there was no one. She wouldn't budge. She told me later in my room that as she climbed up to her top bunk bed, she could see through the rungs. "A little boy was asleep in Jimmy's bed." My son Jimmy had fallen asleep earlier in my bed, so I knew it wasn't him. She stared for several seconds thinking it was her brother. Then she realized a stranger was in his bed. She described a boy with blond hair around Jimmy's age. He lay in his bed in a fetal position with his hand under his head asleep. She said she could see right through him. Needeless to say, we all slept in my bed that night. This would not be the last of the little boy ghost. There would be more paranormal events in this strange house. But it was evident to me that night, my children had been playing with a ghost!
Now go and write some amazing Short Scary Stories
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