2 with the slime and we already lost half of it. Andy and I were playing catch and we dropped a piece of it. Trigger, my dog ate it. I can believe him. He knew better. After, we went inside. The sun was going down, therefore Andy went home. I went to bed early because this house seemed even more eerie tonight. I put the monster blood in a empty coffee can, and Day went to sleep. I woke up the next morning and to my surprise the monster blood was oozing out of the can that I put it in the night before. That night I went down to the basement to store the monster blood and as soon as I set it in a rustic old tub it grew out of control. I leaned down to touch it and it started to pull me in. After a struggle I managed to pull myself free. I was…
Lurking under your bed and in the shadows lies the one thing that you fear most. You have not yet seen it, but you know it’s there, watching you sleep and studying every bit of movement. The only thing that you can think of is a scary figure that was in a horror movie that you previously saw, such as a murderous doll named “chucky” from The Seed Of Chucky. This is what truly terrifies someone. The unknown.…
I am gripped by fear at the sudden noise. Curse this eye! I can’t see anything in the blackness of this room with two good eyes, much less one. I’m too scared to move. Is it a thief come to steal my treasures? And what of the lad? Surely I would have been awoken by a struggle. The youth would have defended me with his life. Maybe it’s just a mouse crossing the floor. All seems quiet now.…
Tears fall down my face as I run through the tunnels and out towards the night. I cannot believe what just happened. Through the hollow walls, I can still hear them yelling, screaming, and cursing.…
No matter how hard I try, they always come crawling back into my dreams, or should I say nightmares, the phenomenons, they’re ratchet, they’re horrible. They seem start with heat, light, and sound, sounds of crying, no, screaming. I stand there, as little as I was, crying, yelling out for my mum. I remember hearing her faintly yelling out for me, “Alistair! I’m here! I’m here!”. Piece by piece, I slowly remember, “I can’t find you mummy! I’m scared!”. As soon as I saw her, I saw the glimpse of a subtle smile. She started to run, she started to. Before she knew it, before I knew it, a bloody brute of a demon or simply man had bludgeoned her to death. As the cherry-red blood blossomed in the midst of me, I suddenly wake up with beads of sweat…
I made for the closet, crawled into the small, dark, rarely used space, wrapped my fingers around the edge of the door and pulled it shut as well as I could… The sound of a stampede--hundreds of bodies running with purpose. The sound of violence--things crashing and breaking as a series of screams rang out, one in particular, one that I recognized as my father’s, that rose above all the rest. The sound of my front door being pulled from its hinges. The sound of my house being stormed, invaded, ransacked, and looted.…
'NOW GET OUT NOW if you don't we'll do it by FORCE!" he spatted, mother and father left with Eyesbleed and they never went back.…
The creature hissed as it lunged towards me, trapping me once again. Frederick and Minerva stopped at the just at the exitway of the alley, just an inch away from freedom. “graaaaaagh typhina sadf th!” The creature snarled while threatening to take my head.…
The scream is cut off when a meaty hand covers my mouth. No longer wearing shades, I can now see Paul’s face smiling a devil’s grin at me. One of his eye sockets is a horrible, gaping hole. I focus on the other one and instantly regret it when I see the malice there.…
I let my feet feel the carpeted stairs inch by inch. A found missing flyer was framed on the wall as I paced up and down the hallway my head was out of my mind or was it my mind was out of my head? Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. It never stopped! Where was it! I banged on the wall over, and over, and over, and over again. I ran to the closet door and opened it. There it was; the screaming. There she was; the girl. I couldn't see her, but I could feel the chill. A victim. I closed the door. My eyes crossed and rolled back. A shot of adrenaline shoots up me. The screams poor out of my mouth. I can't control it. I try to close my mouth, but I can't. I start walking down the stairs at a fast pace. Foaming at the mouth I try to get myself together but I can't. Why. Before I know it I'm picking up my gun and walking at an even faster pace out the door, but how. Something's pulling me, but nothing's there. I'm walking faster, and faster, and faster. Past the river, past the boat, into the water, to the shore, through more woods. Walking, and walking, and walking, and walking. I stop. My upper body seems to collapse, but my legs keep me stable. I look around as if I'm checking to make sure no ones there. I take the gun to my head I start to weep and call for help... But I'm already…
There’s an overwhelming sense of fear. It is as if there were eyes watching me. I begin to get out of the bed. I’m going to open the closet but I don’t want to. I know something bad is going to happen. But I open the door and there’s nothing, but it’s too dark to actually see anything. I lean further into the closet. It’s colder in the closet than in the room. I feel a hand pull my hand off the knob and drag me further in. I fall and I keep falling. I don’t stop falling till I wake up, and it gets colder as I fall. I feel my blood freeze in my veins. It's like the dream’s…
The spider started walking around the room to see if I was in there. I had the bench, a stool, and a bunch of random objects I found in my moms room and closet. I ran to the closet and locked that door as well, and the top of the closet there was a hole leading up to the attic. I was always too frightened to go up into the attic due to spiders, rats, and other unknown things that could be up there. I knew if I had to go up though. I started climbing onto the shelves of the closet and opened up the cover into the attic. There was cobwebs and I was covered in them. I shut the door to the attic and sat trying not to make any noise at all. I sat in the attic as silent as Anne Frank was while she was in hiding. I sat in a room full of stress and anxiousness. An hour passed and there was no noise. I couldn’t sit in the attic all day, I had to get out eventually. Thirty minutes later, I peeked open the door to see into the closet, nothing was there and it was dead silent. I jumped out of the attic trying to be as quiet as a hummingbird. I tiptoed to peek out of the bathroom. There right in front of me was the monster. I was trapped, there was nothing I could do besides to plead and cry. I felt a big wind that felt like something was being sucked out of me. The monster looked at me almost as he was seeing through me. The baby head laughed and slowly, the whole monster slowly started…
I’m terrified. I feel as if any second, this hideous creature will come out and take me out, quickly but also quietly. He’ll kill me, just like he killed my family. He has an unending quench for blood. Let me explain what this thing is as I have the time . . . for now.…
"Every night around 10:30 Billy Bolts out of bed and starts screaming uncontrollably. I often find him running around his room looking frantic. I try to hold him, but he just pushes me away. I don't understand what is happening. He looks terrified, and it frightens me" (Mindell 257).…
A knock on my door woke me up from the cruel dream world. A dream, a spider, a night, is the scariest things that have ever happened in my…