10 Horrifying Horror Story Prompts
Here are 10 horror story prompts that should give you the chills, and get you writing something scary. Warning if these don’t scare you, you are most-likely a zombie, vampire, werewolf or ghost. If you are unaware of being one of the undead, seek medical attention immediately.
- You have had a strange feeling for a few days now. Today you’ve been feeling very energetic and tired at the same time. You sit, exhausted and full of energy, at your desk. Your arm has been itching. It’s killing you now. You look at your forearm and see it for the first time. Something is moving under your skin. It is shifting around. Your muscle spasms and you realize there are dozens moving toward the surface.
- You open your eyes to complete darkness. The last thing you remember is the dog running out into the road, the brightness of the day light, and your car headed off the road. As your head clears you realize you are hanging upside down. Your feet and legs are completely mobilized. You can hear something breathing in the room.
- Your driving on a country road. It is late at night. You are far from home. You realize, as you check your mirrors, there is a man you do not know, hiding on the floor of your back seat.
- It’s 3 am. Your room is dark, but you can see that there is someone, standing at the foot of your bed. You can just make out that he or she is wearing a clown costume, and you are pretty sure, from the glare and the little bit of reflection, that it has a knife.
- At 3 am you wake up out of a very sound sleep. You hear the ice cream truck outside of your house. And you realize, the sound that woke you up, was the sound of your 4 year old daughter, letting the screen down slam, as she left the house.
- You are running late. After quickly getting ready, you rush out of the house and to your car door. A sound gets your attention, and for the first time this morning you look at your surroundings. There is a fully grown male lion, just a few feet from you. Your car door is still locked.
- You are falling. The 737 is a 100 yards above you. You hear the rush of the wind, and it’s so cold. You realize you are still holding your baby.
- The worst cramps you have ever had set in on your biceps. Your arms are twisting. You feel your ankles popping. It came on so suddenly. You drop to your knees, looking through your bedroom window, you see the full moon. You hear a little voice behind you, “Mommy?” (or “daddy”)
- You are frozen with fear. You open your eyes, the tent is dark. But you can feel the heavy weight of a large tarantula covering one eye. Through the other eye you can see the shadows, from the moonlight, of 100s if not 1000s of other spiders covering the tent.
- The man leans into you. There is a dark red almost black color to the whites of his eyes. He is so close his nose is almost touching your nose. You can feel his breath when he says, “We all have it in here. We are all infected.
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The haunted nights
My name is Marcel, I am a 15 year old teenager that loves horror movies and is always out on an adventure. Since days I have not slept. Every time I wake up I see an image, an image of a ghost. This ghost is a grey figurine that only appears at night. I wake up usually sweating and scared. Since four days this creature is coming. I can feel him but never see it. I put out cameras so my entire room is observed by them. Never got a picture of my intruder. I knew, this could not go on. A creature so silent it is almost a silhouette. Comes and goes every night. The only thing I know is, is that he can’t be real. It was living in my room and scaring me at night. Every day I would go downstairs to sleep, but the thing would follow. I could never see it, only a blurry silhouette but I heard it. Each night a song. No music could be playing, since we lived in a castle that was more than 1000 years old, no service, we had no CD player or any other devices that would play music. Up until one night. I was up. Once again. I walked through the house. Trying to find the creature. Trying to find the shadow that was haunting me. But what I found was an old record player, the rumbling and the mumbling came from somewhere close by. It seemed as if it was calling me. “Marcel, Marcel, I love you.” We did not have a power outlet so it could not be plugged in. “What was that?” I thought was I hearing things? Was it real? How did this old recording device know his name?” Thousands of shots flew through my mind. But I could not answer a single one. I loved our house. But this could not go on. Haunted by a creature, I could not see. I was sent to several clinics. I was eventually admitted into a sleep clinic. But nothing changed. In my head all of the staff members turned into grey shadows that were wondering around for their next victim. Screaming through the hospital, not even a sedation calmed me down. The creature. It was coming to get me. Taken out after a few days because of my paranoia I was taken into a hospital for the mentally ill. My medication changed constantly since I was complaining of a woman that was singing a song sitting on a bench waiting with a rose and a dagger in the other hand. “Marcel, Marcel, I love you.” This voice. It was coming from a record player with the same undertone the same words. the same accent. That voice, was it a second me? I had thoughts again.„But was she real? Or was I going insane?“ Marcel could never answer this question. Now I knew that I wasn’t insane, I could see a woman, sitting at my side staring at me. Laying down the rose she carried, talking to me. I could see the figure in this room. It was my dead sister that had died ten years ago in a car accident. She always carried a rose with her. She carried it everywhere. Instead of toys she had a red rose. That’s why my parents called her Rose. She was always there for me. But she got taken away when he was just five years old. She was ten, we hung out together. But she was always full of hatred towards me since my parents had practically turned her into a slave. Planned her future and always had her helping in the house. No play dates with children of her age nothing. Only chores and chores, practice the piano go to Chinese classes and dancing. Rather than letting her have a child hood. But with me, I could go out and do what any kid at that age wanted. I had a rose tattooed on my right shoulder after her death, hoping I could connect with her.
These aren’t even that scary. I mean, they could be scarier, sorry, but…
I agree. They need more options, and more real life situations. They need more fear.
I like the 1st one, it combines science fiction with horror. Great Job!!!
I think they are scary, and they don’t have to be terrifying to be good.
Thank you for this
this kind of stuff crepes me out dude evil soul
It was a human being, hard to identify as one due to the torture it had sustained, red whiplashing, severe burns, white glassy eyes and a deep scar across its throat. Its bony frame, revealing grooves where its bones were, were messed up. One of its ribs had taken position over a spot across the breadth of its bloodied lip. A mop of ragged hair concealed its raptured skin on the surface of its scalp. It’s him, I thought. The human whom I had killed, but now he was a demon. A devil. Yes, he seemed to say, I’ve come back from my quantum punishment, for you. Grinning a crazy smile that would only fit a maniacal serial killer he continued, I’m back Esther, back for your soul, he pointed to himself, like what you have done to me – I shall do to you’.
The fog arrived at noon. The thick mist cast a daunting shadow over my garden. Even though you could barely see the claw-like trees at the mouth of the forest, beyond the safety of my garden fence, I could still see the figure. Crouched down staring at me through my window. It had been sat there for hours. I’ve been standing here for hours. Neither one of us daring to move. Why? I don’t know, fear? Probably not, I felt no terror from the thing in my garden, but I didn’t feel any trust either. 12:00pm. There was no way I was going to stand here all night. I blinked. The figure nodded its head as if it knew I was going to leave. I grabbed my curtain and pulled them, blocking the figure out. If only I could block it out of my head. I turned swiftly to my bed. A shiver rolled down my spine. I could still feel the hard stare of the creature on my neck. My hairs stood on end and I let out a cry as I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I turned and scanned my room. Empty.
I drew breaths, steadying myself by leaning on my bed. It was my imagination I kept on telling myself, but no matter how many times I said it I couldn’t shake the feeling someone was here with me. I slunk over to my curtains and peeked through a gap. The darkness was consuming my view. The figure is nowhere in sight. CRACK. It was a faint sound, like a pin drop, but I heard it. There is something out there. I strained my ears for another sound, anything at all, but nothing came. The fog was getting thicker by the minute, if I didn’t find the figure now, I will never find it again. I scanned my garden for anything… Then I saw it. This time the figure was standing up, it had long, slender arms and its eyes… Its eyes were endless dark holes. It had the slight trace of a smile on its face of pealing flesh. It turned and went into the forest.
This is good stuff. I want more…..
Authors Note: Everyone has experienced or has heard of the shadow over your shoulder. When you’re going down the stairs and out the corner of your eye you see a silhouette of a figure standing at the top, or when going up the stairs or down the hall and you briefly see into another room and for a split second you see that familiar shadow that looks like a human silhouette. The image is common, and horrifying and can sometimes make you jump, but every time you look back for real, or actually focus, it’s either something else or just… gone.
The shadow over your shoulder:
“He had always had visions of a human silhouette from time to time. It wasn’t anything serious, or abnormal. Just from time to time he would see it.
When going down stairs he would briefly see the shadow on the top of the stairs, but it would be gone if he looked back.
When turning a corner in a building, into an empty room, he might see the shadow out the corner of his eye, but again it would be gone or something else if he looked back again.
When in bed on one of those occasional sleepless nights, he might see a figure standing in the corner or in his closet, occasionally during his youth, going as far as to turning the light on, only to see nothing or finding out it was a shadow made from something in his window.
The shadow was everywhere, and was as un-viewable as the void.
It was never something that was on the forefront of his mind; the shadow was just a small figment of his normal life, quickly buried in his day to day activities.
Then the dreams started.
One night, he dreamed that he was a kid again, and naturally, being young, he wanted attention from his parents. He called out to them just to say something random. But they didn’t reply. He tried again and again, but they did not reply and with growing agitation and fear, he finally lashed out to them, but at that instant he was teleported to a different – and never before seen – location before waking up from the dream.
The dreams continued, each day he aged about a year, each night the urgency to get someone’s attention was growing. Each dream he did the same thing, first calling out, quickly noticing he could not be heard. Second he would wave at someone and knew that that almost caught their attention, and as a final act of actually approaching or lashing out at the person, he would be teleported to a different area and slam wide awake.
About a month later, when in his dreams he was about his real age, he had his final dream.
He was back at his parents’ house, he was standing in the bathroom and could not move his legs, only his upper body. He had no control over his body. He saw his dad walk by and he waved out, instinctively knowing he would not be heard. He heard his dad’s footsteps
Thud… thud… thud….. They paused and he heard his dad turn and walk back.
‘Finally,’ he thought, ‘I will be noticed!’
But as soon as he saw his dad approach the door to peer in, instead of waking, he was teleported to the top of the stairs.
He was still unable to walk.
He watched as his mom was descending the stairs; he quickly waved and shouted in silence, and again, as she was right about to turn around, he teleported again.
This time it was in a dark room. He was stuck, wedged in the corner of the room and unable to move… he realized he was in his parents’ bedroom and it was the middle of the night. He stood there, motionless and finally, one of his parents sighed and sat up – unable to sleep – He noticed his dad had looked directly at him.
He was finally getting noticed!
His dad got out of bed gently, so as not to wake his wife, and motioned to the light to turn it on. For a split second he thought to himself ‘I guess not just kids turn on the lights to check out the shadows in the dark’
The moment in which his dad reached over to the light switch seemed to stretch out for an eternity as he realized, deep in his subconscious that he was only dreaming. It was a dream he had been having every day for a month. He could wake up at any time.
He awoke.
As soon as his vision focused he realized he was not in his bed… he was on top of something. Something solid and high above the ground.
He realized that he was somehow laying on top of a bookshelf that was not his. And when he looked over he noticed there was a kid standing in the doorway… the kid looked like he was staring right at him. He realized that he must have looked just like a shadow on top of the bookshelf in the dark room. The kid went to turn on the light and as soon as the light came on – he awoke. In a different location. In a different position. As a shadow.
With a certain horror, he became aware to the fact that he had become the shadow you see over your shoulder. He became the human silhouette we all see.
He continued to try and get people’s attention to see if they could wake him up. Desperately tried anything he could to go back to his normal life.”
Did he ever wake up? Did he ever emerge from his eternal dream?
If you’ve ever seen that shadow on top of the stairs, then I guess he has not. And as long as you see the shadow, he is still dreaming, forever lost in fear and the horror of not being able to wake up. The horror of never behind heard or seen.
Re-reading this, I realize my grammar is a little crappy… I guess that’s what happens at the end of the workday (especially on a Friday :P).
*Also, I am aware of the contradiction, “He had no control over his body” and thusly, “he waved out.”
**Note: I love these type of stories where you build up a sequence of events that take a turn for the worst at the end, right when the reader is captivated and ready for the climax. Those abrupt endings and slight cliff-hangers are deliciously evil and satisfying.
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It was 12:00 o’clock I was alone in the home I felt scared it was rainy the light were off I brought the candle I was thirsty then when drank I went to the sitting room I was watching horror movie I felt too scared when I was going to my bed I heard a very loud sound that sound was from our neighborhood some enters their home and then he knocked and knocked at the door i was freazing with fear i started thinking i called the police and give him the place but the police didnt come after half an hour I called him next time he answered but he didn’t knew where the place is and i felt scared the their was opening the door immediately I called y parents and told them everything less have a half hour they bring a police and came they took the their and put him in the jail hugged my parents and my tears began to fall because from the scary night and i told them never say at home alone
I love this
The road ahead was shrouded in mist. I kept my foot on the accelerator and soon saw the terrific so called haunted house. I parked the car and looked at the house. This is where I was to live for the rest of my holidays. I thought about how Grandad had said about how much fun he has in this old rickety house and this neighborhood. I have faith in my Grandad when he says I’ll have lots of fun as well.
The next day……….
I woke up at 6 the next day and saw my grandad reading his newspaper and sipping his coffee. Good old grandad, he still hasn’t changed.
”Well, good morning Hannah” ,he says to me.
” Good morning grandad”, I said.
I go to the kitchen and make myself some toast with butter and jam. While eating I ask my grandad
” Grandad, why do people in the neighborhood call this house a haunted house:?
”Oh those are all lies, wouldn’t I know if my own house was haunted?”, he casually replied.
Right after he said that, there was a slight shake in the house and grandad’s face was covered in the newspaper, his shoulders hunched, he didn’t usually sit like this but when the shake stopped, grandad was sitting up normally and asked me ,
”So Hannah, what do you want to do today?”
”I’ll just do some of my homework and then have a look around the a look around the neighborhood”, I reply
”All right, but don’t go too far from here because children aren’t allowed to go far alone”, he warns me
”Why not” ,I ask
”You’ll find out when you make some friends”, he says.
I get up and wash up our dishes, then go up to my room to do some homework for the coming tests in Term 2. I sigh as I go through the pages filled numbers and letters, wondering what happens far away from the house……..
A week later………
I met some girls from our neighborhood called Abigail(Abi), Zoe and Sophia. They live a few houses down. Surprisingly no on lives in the houses around us until yesterday a family moved in. One day we were at Zoe’s house chatting about how my daily life was at the city and they were telling me about their daily lives when I remembered about my granddad saying that once I have some friends I’ll know why I can’t go far away from the house.
”Zoe, why aren’t we kids allowed to go far from here?”, I ask.
Suddenly all their faces drop from happy to serious, like real serious.
”Are you sure you want to know?” they all whisper very quietly.
”Why would I ask if I didn’t want to know”, I reply.
”All right then, once we all went far away from here to see what was down there that banned all children from going down there”, Zoe says.
” What was down there?”, I ask
”People, people who lived around your house, and they have gone crazy.”, Sophia says.
”How?”, I ask
”All of them starting screaming when one of them saw us, and they were saying something similar to another”, Abi said
”And what is that?”,I ask
” They kept saying THERE GOES THE MAN WITH HIS MOUTH FULL OF BLOOD!!!” , Sophia said. ” It’s said that they say that the moment they see anyone, and I’ve even heard some people say that it’s your grandad………”, she added.
”No, it can’t be my grandad”, I said laughing, ”he’s WAY too kind to be a person who can drive people crazy.”.
”That’s our point, he’s a bit WAY too kind”. Abi said.
After that we all had to go home and go to sleep. On the way to my house, I wondered what drove those people crazy and who was the man with his mouth full of blood. After reaching home I bid good night to granddad and went to sleep. I thought about what Sophia said, it couldn’t be my grandad, could it?
In the middle of the night, I woke up. I heard some movement downstairs and then a shrill scream followed by some more shrieks and screams. I got so scared. I put the blanket over my head as if it would protect me. Then I heard someone coming up the stairs, I tightened my fingers around the blanket. Then, I heard my door creak open. I slowly lifted a teeny tiny bit of my blanket to see who it was.
It was the man with his mouth full of blood and his eyes glowing…………. It was my grandad.
I screamed as loud as I could…….
“What happened, why are you screaming?”, my grandad said as he turned the light on.
I just stared at him as if expecting him to come running towards me and trying to eat my brain.
“You just……..had……your……blood….glowing……” I kept blabbering until my grandad came and sat right beside me, I stopped abruptly. I just stared at him the whole time while he was trying to comfort me. My head was spinning and I was super confused, my grandad had opened my bedroom door and walked in with his mouth full of blood and his eyes glowing, the next minute he was beside me, trying to comfort me as if I had a nightmare, maybe it was a nightmare. I couldn’t make out anything right now so I just said that I’m feeling better and that he can go back to sleep.
The next morning…….
I got up from my bed and went down the stairs. Grandad was sitting there, no tea, no newspaper. I slowly walked towards his direction, while walking I stepped on a chip that I was eating a few days ago. My grandad immediately looked towards the sound, and then looked at me, his eyes glowing. Then, his neck snapped back and then he looked around, as if he was here for the first time, then his eyes feel on me. I slowly backed a up a bit, and all he said was
”How was your sleep”
I just looked at him, how could he forget what happened last night?
”It was alright”, I replied
”Good, so what’s your plan for today?”, he asked while making his tea.
”I am going to the park with my friends”, I said
”Okay, have fun”, he said plainly.
I needed to meet my friends asap and tell them about my ”nightmare” .
“Oh my god”, Abi said after she heard what happened yesterday, ”I knew it, all the rumours were true about your grandad.
”Forget that, are you okay?”, Sophia asked.
”I’m fine I guess, just a little shaken up.”, I replied.
”You should go back to the city as soon a you can”, Zoe said.
” I can’t, my mum said that I’m supposed to stay here for few more days”, I said.
”Ok, but stay away from him as much as possible”, they all said.
”Hey, it doesn’t have to be true, could be a nightmare as well”. I replied.
They all gave me a look which was pretty obvious to what they believed. It had gotten quite late while we were chatting and said goodbye to each other and went home. Once I reached home, I went and sat on the dinner table where grandad had made dinner, but he was nowhere to be seen. I ate dinner and then went to sleep, even though I stayed up the whole night, expecting my grandad to come crashing through the door, his mouth with blood and his eyes glowing. I had my phone right next to me, so I could record it if he did it again and send it to my mom. I kept on waiting, nothing came. My tiredness slowly gave way and then I fell into a deep sleep.
The following morning……
”Grandad, can I please go back to the city now?”. I asked.
” Why, is there something wrong?”, he asked.
”No, I’m just feeling homesick”, I replied.
”Oh, if that’s the case, I’ll talk to your mum”. He said.
What did he mean by if that’s the case? Was he expecting me to say something else?
After a few hours…
”Alright, your mom said that you can drive back tomorrow morning”, he said
”Okay, thanks” , I said.
I said bye to him as I was walking to the door and then he asked,
”Are you sure that your feeling homesick?”.
”Yes, why?, I asked.
”Oh just asking”, he replied
”Okay bye”, I said
As I walked out I thought about why he was asking me questions like that. Maybe he knew that he walked in my bedroom with his mouth with blood and his eyes glowing, maybe not. All I knew was I needed to get away from him fast. I had a really bad feeling about him now.
When I met my friends, I told them that I was going back to the city the following morning, they all were a bit shocked, even though they knew that their friend had to leave sometime and it was for her own good. Suddenly even I felt like crying, over the weeks, they had become my best friends, even better than the ones I had in the city. My weeks here would have been miserable if it wasn’t for them. I promised that this would not be the last time we’d be seeing each other. We would keep in touch and talk at least once every week.
”Zoe, we need to leave soon”, said Zoe’s mom from downstairs. They were going out for a movie.
”Yes mum, I’ll be there in 10 minutes”, Zoe shouted.
As I looked around Zoe’s room, I saw a newspaper lying under her pillow and I stood up to read it. After I read it I couldn’t believe my eyes. I kept on reading it again and again until I was sure that my eyes weren’t deceiving me.
”Zoe, what this?”, I asked.
All of them looked guiltily at each other.
”Ummmm, that’s the daily newspaper.”, she said without looking at me.
”Yeah? Well why is it under your pillow?”, I asked angrily
”We didn’t think you would want to kn……..”, Abi was saying when I cut her off
” You don’t think of what I would want to know, and what I don’t. This paper creates the doubt in my mind, that my grandad, who I thought to be a lovely and kind person, is a PSYCHOPATHIC SERIAL KILLER!!!”, I shouted, my eyes full, of tears.
The paper said, ”New family that recently moved in has gone crazy and we believe that the Blood Man has done it again. The family is currently being moved where the other victims are”.
2 nights ago, I heard someone movement downstairs, like someone going outside, them screams and shrieks. Then my grandad coming in my room, his mouth full of blood and his eyes glowing. This was too much to be a coincidence. I might be his next victim, because I live in his house! I could do a sleepover but then he could just come here instead and get me and my friends. So I decided to keep my friends out of this, partly because they were my friends and most of all because they had gotten really close to me. So I just said that I needed to go and all I got in return were worried looks from them. After I reached home, grandad said that I need to pack up for tomorrow morning. I went upstairs and packed my bag. I put everything that I bought into my suitcase and went down to put it in my car. I said good night to my grandad and went to bed. ”Come on”, I said to myself, ”just one more night”. Then slowly, like a turtle, I went to sleep.
The next morning…………
I sipped on my coffee as I watched the clock go ’tick-tock,tick-tock”. After I finished it I put it in the sink, washed it and started making my way to the door with grandad right behind me. I started to say goodbye and hugged him then sat in my car. While I was reversing my car from the driveway, only one thing was in my head. ”Leave my friend alone, leave my friends alone”, my head kept on praying that grandad wouldn’t do anything that would harm my friends.
A week later…….
I was standing in the mall near my house when my eye caught a paper from the place that I had gone to. The reason my eye caught the newspaper was because the word ”Blood”, was written in red bold letters. I swiftly picked up the paper, paid the guy at the counter, and started reading the paper. It said ”3 girls were attacked by Blood Man last week. I read the paragraph again, then got my phone out and texted Zoe, ”Are u okay?”, I tapped on my phone and press send. A minute later I got a reply,
”No, I got them”
Was that grandad? How did he have Zoe’s phone?
”Is that you Grandad?, I asked.
”Smart girl, knows everything eh?, the message said.
”WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FRIENDS”, I typed fiercely on my phone.
”What I did to the rest……….”, he replied.
”Why are you doing all this?”
”You have no clue what reason there is behind this, if I don’t do it, I’ll die……… I won’t be able to meet you or your mother”, he texted.
”You selfish man, it doesn’t matter if you die now or not, because you’re already dead to me”, I texted and hit send. Then I went to contacts and blocked his number, just like I blocked him out, out of my life. Then I thought about my friends, and almost immediately started sobbing, and almost never stopped, once I gathered myself together, I swore on my life that I would avenge my friends lives, and wouldn’t let grandad rest in peace, ever.
(You open your eyes to complete darkness. The last thing you remember is the dog running out into the road, the brightness of the daylight, and your car headed off the road. As your head clears you realize you are hanging upside down. Your feet and legs are completely immobilized. You can hear something breathing in the room.)
I gasped awake the first thing that greeted me when I opened my eyes was darkness. An empty never ending darkness that seemed to consume everything. My memory was nothing but a blur of sounds and colors. The only clear memories that remained worried me. I remembered being on my way home when seemingly out of nowhere a dog appeared on the road causing me to swerve. I remember everything seemingly slowing down as I flew almost weightlessly through the air and over the guardrail. ‘Am I hanging upside down?’ My toes began to go numb as my head began to ache confirming my suspicion. That’s when I heard it a soft whisper of a breath right behind my ear. “I know you’re awake.” A taut rough voice whispered into my ear. “You need to run. Run as fast as you can and never stop running. They’re coming. When I free you don’t hesitate just run. If they catch you you’re done for. You will be stuck in purgatory for all of eternity repeating your death and you scramble afterwards till you get caught again with no knowledge of ever being caught. So run. Run for your afterlife.” The voice finished before I was dropped head first on to the ground. I slowly stood up as I heard rushed footsteps getting further and further away. I was about to leave too when out of the darkness came a blood-chilling growl. I froze as two bright toxic yellow eyes seemed to hover past me causing my breath to catch. My mind began to go blank as the thick smell of rotting corpses filled the air strangling my quickened breath. I started slowly backing away from the creature being as careful as I could to avoid making a sound when suddenly my foot hit something causing a loud noise. ‘Damn convenient loud object.’ The creature instantly turned and looked right at me shaking me right to the core. I didn’t hesitate and ran as fast as my legs could take me. The creature was right on my tail it’s claws scraping against the ground the sound like nails on a chalkboard. The hairs on my neck began standing up as I felt the creature get closer and closer. That’s when it happened. With a sinister mutated laugh, I was taken to the ground. I felt the creatures claws dig into my back as I screamed in fear and agony the sound of tearing flesh making my stomach tense. I began swinging behind me with all my might hoping to land a lucky shot on the creature and make it get off me. I felt my hand come into contact with something furry before I heard a whimper and felt the creature get off me. I turned around and instantly regretted it. I felt my limbs lock into place as my brain processed what it was seeing. The creature looked human but with stretched out gangly arms and legs. It was covered in fur that was so black it seemed to absorb all the light around it. Its nails were as long as my forearm and looked more like knives then nails. I watched locked in place as the creature crawled back towards me. “FoOd…” It hissed slowly as it bared its sharp red-stained teeth. In the blink of an eye, it had its teeth in my neck draining me. As I got weaker and weaker I could hear the creature grumble “more”. My body jerked for the final time as I closed my eyes. I gasped awake the first thing that greeted me when I opened my eyes was darkness. An empty never ending darkness that seemed to consume everything.
This is basically stealing an idea. Most of the babysitter stories are like this but nice try, kid.
Love the ending! HILARIOUS in a gruesome kind of way! More please.
It was rainy night.It was home alone watching Tv on the sofa I drank water and then the light turn off then someone knock the door it was strange knock I began to grasp quickly I ran and I started to hide under the bed it was my mom then into and hugged her
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Some friends and I decided to go camping a warm weekend in October. We settled on an area of woods just south of town. David drove the truck with the large supplies and Sophia, his girlfriend. Ian drove the van with Leo, Jack, Sidney, and I ,Quinneth or Quinn. We pulled into the parking area and jumped out. The boys took all of the heavy equipment to show off and us girls were stuck with items like food, first aid, and other such things. I was digging through the backpack my mom packed for me and found condoms, toothpaste , and for some odd reason a baseball bat. We started out and walked along the trail, we hiked for maybe an hour before the trail started to dwindle and become smaller. Jack chose a spot about 7 meters away from the path it was already hard to see, but he said he liked the idea of seclusion. We had three tents and decided the smallest tent David and Sophia could share. For obvious reasons when no one was looking I put the condoms in Sophia’s bag.The boys shared the big tent and Sidney and I got the medium tent all to ourselves. We set the tents up in a circle while Jack and I started a fire in the center. Ian was helping Sidney set up our tent. I noticed that David and Sophia were setting up their tent a little far back and away from the group. I decided I made a good decision to put them in her bag, I was going to sleep with headphones. We got a spark for the fire and we all gathered large logs to sit on and started telling scary stories. Leo started. He told a story about The Bunny Man Bridge. Sophia wound up in David’s lap and Ian and Sidney were holding hands, (they were the on-again off-again in the group. I had Leo and Jack on either side of me, they both had their hands turned up and their bodies ready for snuggling but they all knew I was over the whole “love” thing. In my last relationship I told the one that broke my heart to go die in a hole, but he still thought we were bestfriends so it hurt more and more every time he acted like nothing was wrong. I pulled my sweatshirt up over my hands and tucked them between my legs to make it look like I was cold, not avoiding human interaction. Next Ian told a story about The Dead Boyfriend. The boy and girl were kissing in a car in the woods. The boy got out to pee, after a while the girl got out to find him and saw a man so she got in the car and heard squeaking so she drove forward and turn around the boy was hanging from a tree. He was using the car to stay alive. Sidney said she was tired so we all went to bed, except for David and Sophia, but that was expected. Sidney and I changed quietly and laid down. I put in my earbuds and started my favorite playlist. I drifted off and slept for maybe 2 hours when Sidney was shaking me awake. I pulled out my earbuds and she started talking.
“I heard a noise, it sounded like rustling.” I could tell she was scared.
“It’s probably David and Sophie.” It came out sluggish and you could hear the sleep in my voice.
“No they went to sleep about an hour ago. You can hear them snoring.” she was impatient. It was true you could hear the exasperated breathing of David.
“Do you want me to go check out the noise?” I asked
“Please?” she had baby round eyes and always had a smile, but she wasn’t smiling now so I knew she was scared. I crawled out of my extremely warm sleeping bag into the chilly air. When I unzipped the tent and crawled out Ian, Leo, and Jack were right there.
“May I help you?” I said startled.
“Jack here heard a noise and thought we should see if you girls were okay?” Leo said in a rude tone playfully grabbing Jack’s neck and pushing him down. The boys came into the tent and sat down. Ian walked behind Sidney and started massaging her shoulders. Leo went to sit in a corner but walked to the other side of the tent when he almost stepped on Sydney’s black lacy bra. Ian smiled.
“You guys heard the noise too?” Sidney asked
“Not us Jack, he woke us up and said he heard a noise but we thought it was David and Sophia. Then we heard a noise that couldn’t be them, so we came to check on you.” Leo said in a softer tone.
“Mmm?” I mumbled. I had dozed off and was thinking about what movie to watch when I got home. I was thinking about Nerve, I hadn’t see it in awhile.
“BUM BUM BUM.” Something was pounding, then Sophia screamed
This didnt help so thanks for nothing. I found it offensive that all of these stories involved children. I cant have kids.
Wow just because you can’t have kids doesn’t mean that you have to be like that people can have what they want.
It’s 3 am. Your room is dark, but you can see that there is someone, standing at the foot of your bed. You can just make out that he or she is wearing a clown costume, and you are pretty sure, from the glare and the little bit of reflection, that it has a knife. You start to sweat. “W..who are you?” Your voice is shaky. The clown takes a step closer.
“Do you not recognize me? After all I am an old friend.” What was he talking about? “Just go back to sleep it will all be over soon.”
“Stay away from me you freak!” You pick up the lamp next to you and throw it at the clown hitting him in the head. You are now plunged into darkness as you hear a thump on the other side of the bed. Your only options are to find a flashlight or make it to the phone and call nine one one. You hear laughing as you see the silhouette of a clown standing before you.
“No! Get away!” Headlights flash as a car rams into the wall. As the dust settles the clown is gone and a man in a blue uniform is standing over you.
“Sir are you alright? My name is Officer Douglass I got a call a few hours ago about a breaking and entering at this address.”
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Woke up early hours and 3 clowns at the foot of my bed all grinning. Oh no fell asleep with the TV left on.
It happens the same every single morning. 3 am, I wake up, and I see someone standing at the foot of my bed. In a creepy, stained clown costume. Stained with what, I couldn’t tell. In their hand, I caught the glint of a knife. I kept my breaths as slow and deep as possible. He didn’t move for what seemed like an hour. Then, he turned and left, shutting my door behind him. I turn my head to the clock. The bleary blue numbers spit out a weak 4 am. Outside my window, I hear the familiar tune of an ice cream truck, and my front screen door slamming shut. I slip out of bed, peer out the window, and there she is, my young daughter walking down the steps to a familiar clown costumed person, standing right outside a van. My daughter is not wearing her special glasses, but she is wearing her hearing aids. I can’t move. I’m frozen in place. She’s picked up and set inside the van. It’s only when the van pulls off my street that I can move again. I hurry down the road, barefoot. They’re gone and I didn’t get the plates. That’s when I wake up at six am. My alarm clock screams, but I check on my child before anything. As always she’s in her bed, sound asleep.
This time, it’s different. My eyes flash open and flick to my clock. It’s 2:59. My door creaks open slowly…
Claire never thought that one day she would come home to find her son in her house. They had a very good conversation about how they have been over the years. When he finally left, she called her doctor to tell him that her son was at her house. The phone went completely quiet, she asked what was wrong? The doctor in a very panicky voice says Claire your son is in prison for life remember what he did to your beloved husband Daniel? She goes quiet for a second and before she could say her last sentence her hair is yanked back revealing her neck and a knife slices her throat, the doctor still on the phone says Claire I’m calling the police!
Then her son picks up the phone and says no need ! Then in a twisted sick deep raspy voice he says doctor your next. Before the police arrived the doctor and Claire were both desposed of and the son already gone.
You open your eyes to complete darkness. The last thing you remember is the dog running out into the road, the brightness of the day light, and your car headed off the road. As your head clears you realize you are hanging upside down. Your feet and legs are completely mobilized. You can hear something breathing in the room.”Hello?” You whisper, terrified. The breathing stops, and you can hear soft footsteps, growing louder with each second. The breathing comes back, this time right in front of your face.”Hello.” It answers back, in a voice that sounds like glass breaking, screams of children, and the death cry of 1,000 animals.Something wet brushes against your side.”Who are you?” You ask. “You know me,” The voice answers. “I am the one hiding in your closet, the shadow where there is no one, the monster underneath the bed, and the noise that seems to be nothing. I am your worst nightmare.” You pass out.
The next morning, you wake up. You know it is morning because the there is light. It is extremley dim. As your eyes adjust, you realize you are in a cave. The first thing you see is a red towel wrapped around what you think is a body, and then you realize that is not its original color. You shiver. The rope swings around. A body, maimed and bloody, twirls on its rope. It looks like a girl of 4 or 5. “Who would do this?’ you think. AS you keep twirling around, you notice the whole room is filled with dead girls, young and old.One moves. “What happened?!” You ask. The girl answers, slowly, and weakly, “He….Took.. Us.. Tortured us… And raped us.. You.. need.. to.. go.. Now! before he gets you…”
WOW! This story is so capturing. One of the best I have read so far. Amazing writer, keep writing!
I’ve had this aching feeling in my arm for a few weeks. I thought about going to the doctor but it didn’t seem that bad at first. Aching slowly turned to slight pain. That week I decided to go to the doctor, but he said nothing was wrong, so I ignored it and it slowly went away. Until today, nothing had been aching, or burning but as soon as I grabbed a mug for coffee, it felt like my whole arm was in a burst of pain. It wouldn’t stop shaking and I kept screaming. When I looked at where the pain was forming, I saw a bump. Now this wasn’t a usual bug bite bump, it was like something was in my skin. Being the curious idiot I am, I poked it and that sent my entire arm aflame, well felt like it. Turns out the bump was alive and moving. My blood ran cold and I immediately went to the E.R. When I reached there, the doctor had asked if I went to any rural places recently. Confused and in pain I responded with a yes. The doctor sighed and explained that there was this shaman cursing everyone with ancient egyptian beetles that dug under your skin. The only way to remove it was to cut open where they are and remove it. However if they already laid eggs then you would have to amputate your arm. At this I was horrified. I, like any sane person would not want my arm to be chopped off and fed to ancient bugs. With extreme caution I agreed and it turns out that thankfully, they didn’t lay eggs. Phew right? However it does seem that my arm has a bit of ache…
I let out a small gasp as the air around me shifted to blackness. I widened my eyes as much as I could, as if it could help guide my way through the darkness. My other senses suddenly kicked in as I couldn’t rely on my vision any longer. I took a deep breath in through my nose and almost gagged. It smelled moist, almost earthy. Then came the worse part. I suddenly smelled what seemed like rotting meat. And it was strong. I groped in the darkness for a wall or something to grab a hold of. I plugged my nose as I saw a light at the opposite direction of me. I smiled and started running toward it. I heard a voice behind me and suddenly I stopped. There’s no way I heard what I think I did. No way. I shrug my shoulders, walking cautiously toward the light. “Faaaiiittthh.” I hear a whispered voice behind me. I fall backwards and start to scoot away, but it’s as if my legs stop working. I let out a small cry before I wake up. I suddenly scream, and realize I’m falling. I land on my bed with a thunk. I suddenly get a rush of relief, realizing that the experience was only a dream. And then I suddenly am rushed with horror. How did I fall onto my bed?
It makes my day to read these stories.
With a shock I was ripped from my peaceful dream. Man, do I hate that damned ice cream van music! I always thought it sounds like circus music, but then with a creepy undertone.
Who in the heck would play that at 3 AM!?
As I stood at the window, amazed at the sight of the amount of kids going into the red ice cream truck, I heard a familiar sound. Our screen door slammed shut.
With horror I saw my 4 year old princess walk through our front yard, towards the truck. The man at the entrance, a dark haired and filthy looking appearance, beckoned her to enter the truck. Her little legs began to run towards him. As she entered the truck, I shouted “NO!” The man looked at me and smirked in a vile, sinister way.
First story or not. I opened the window and jumped. I couldn’t afford to risk him getting away while I strolled down the stairs. I felt my ankle crack as I hit the lawn and crouched forwards, clenching my throbbing foot. When I raised my head, a fraction of a second later, the truck was gone. I looked everywhere, but there was no sign of it.
I hurried back inside and called for help. The operator assured me police were on their way and told me to stay on the line until the officers were with me.
My wife had awoken from all the noise and commotion and asked what was the matter.
“They took her!” I said. She frowned. “Took who?” “Amy!” I screamed. “He took Amy! He took our little girl!” My wife took a few steps back and looked at me in complete shock.
“But. . .” she started. “But. . .b.but. . .we don’t have children”. . .
(#3:Your driving on a country road. It is late at night. You are far from home. You realize, as you check your mirrors, there is a man you do not know, hiding on the floor of your back seat.)
It was, uh, late at night when it happened. I was driving home from some party a coworker was throwing for his promotion. He wasn’t always the most humble, but, I heard there was going to be alcohol. So, as a man does when he hears of alcohol, I ran to it, like a castaway in a desert discovering an oasis. Naturally, I was not fit to drive, and naturally, I drove anyway. This coworker in particular hated city life, so he lived in the most rural area of the next county over. At least, I thought it was. I wasn’t entirely sure.
So, after this party, I drove home, as I mentioned earlier. Everything was about as hunky dory as I figured it should be, myself intoxicated in the middle of nowhere, at the time when the moon was not quite set, nor the sun having begun to rise. As I drove, it was eeriely silent. I remember glancing over to my left, passing where a forest fire had raged through month beforehand. The mangled branches had twisted garishly, as if they were bony and distraugt limbs outstretching to me, begging for mercy from the desolate world they resided. I shed a tear or two and turned on the radio. It was set to fairly old music, I remember. I hated old music. Now, I loathe it. Something about the way it made you linger upon the past forced my insides to churn, like the contents of a stew.
Feeling sick, I rolled down the window, an uncharacteristically cool breeze for August blew through. I noticed, groggily, that the window was slightly cracked and, worse, was not adjusted correctly. Grimacing, I forced the window back into place. As soon as I finish, a bright blinding light and sound attempts to embrace me. Luckily, I swerve away in time, narrowly becoming ensnared in the forest of char to my left and right.
That’s when I see it, lying in the floorboards of the back seat.
His beady white eyes gazing intently upon me like a devilish bird of prey. He trembled, as if frightened, and yet this intruder lay in my car! What right did he have to fear when he was the threat? None, I say. His face was a shadow, in his hands he gripped somethign sharp, the crimson moon glinting into my eyes like a blinding and fiendish angel. In fear I carefully lay my hand down to below my seat, where a knife similar to his lay. I wipe the blood off, glancing down at my body’s reflection. My calm, collected eyes glared and shook back at me. In an instant, I turn around and stab the creature in my back seat. He writhes in agony, screeching like the miserable banshee he was. He flailed his dagger at me, slicing my arm. But, it was too late for the creature. He was dead.
Officer, I beg you take my story and realize that I could never have killed my coworker, for he was buried in the woods by his house alongside the other guests there. The man in my backseat must have been from the party as well, and was the true killer. Who knows what he could have done next?
I think that it was the man driving who was the murderer. Why else would he have a bloody knife?
here a good but bad one
i go to bed after a long night at work
my wife comes to me and wispers
theres an intruder in the house
please help
hurrrrrrrrry as the voice disapears
then i relized i live alone and she died 2 year ago
i love the clown one.
I woke up from a deep slumber. my back had been molded into my soft bed. I wrapped myself with my black blankets to fight the cold chilly wind blowing on my face. I felt an ominous presence around me and I slowly turned to face the dark abyss.A red light shined through the darkness reading 3 am. That’s when I saw it moving. It stuck to the darkness swiftly moving through the hallway. I heard its footsteps clacking on the tiles. Click click click. I held my breath with my heart beating out of my chest. Suddenly the footsteps stopped echoing through the room. It stood there before my makeshift bed. The moonlight shining on the long stripped consume and the clown mask. i shut my eyes not daring to open them again. I laid there motionless still feeling the frosty wind on my face. This was it… this is how i die.
I stood there speechless wondering why she disappeared saying “the dark shadow” again and again. The lights flickered so I looked around wondering who was there but there was no one. I heard something singing London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down London bridge is falling down. Then it stopped. I felt breathing on the back of my neck. It was warm and not so pleasant. I told myself not to turn around because I knew the ghost was behind me and it was ready to take me with it to another world. They called it the “Underworld” which is basically made up of zombies and other deadly things that could haunt you in your dreams and come to life in your world and hurt everyone you love or ever loved. “Hello my child, my name is Bella.” She said with an ghostly voice. I looked at her and I saw she had no eyes. “W..What happened to your…e..eyes?” I asked, trying not to look in the empty area where her eyes should have been.”Do you really want to know what happened to them?” She asked with the same raspy voice. “Well, when I was alive a man used and ice-cream scoop to gouge them out, and then he ate them.” Then she grabbed me and we disappeared to the Underworld. All of the things that were in all those scary movies were here. There were ghosts, zombies, werewolves, vampires, goblins,evil leprechauns, and evil mermaids. There were at least a thousand of them staring directly at me with a look of “I could eat a horse” but instead of a horse it was me they wanted to eat alive. We kept going until we got to a cave.Blood was dripping from the ceiling and bones and guts were everywhere. It was like a graveyard had barfed up it’s guts. The smell was foul and I couldn’t breath. I was gasping for air but there was no more air for me to breathe. Taken by surprise I felt sick to my stomach but I couldn’t do it well I could but I didn’t want to because if I would have done it I would be killed in an instant. We started going down into the cave the smell of dead bodies got stronger as we went, when we got closer and closer it got stronger more than what is was when we first got there. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t, because in the Underworld humans can’t talk unless the thing that runs the Underworld says you can and grants you your freedom of talking but he doesn’t always let us humans talk. His names is Lord Death he’s the head chief of the Underworld he kills anything in his path that doesn’t belong there. Lord Death has a son named Hades and he’s going to rule this place when his dad dies. “Lord Death I brought you a human to eat.” She said as she let me go to fall to my death. I didn’t expect this to happen me falling to my death or being eaten alive by the ruler of the Underworld. As I was falling I noticed something unusual I saw my gran! I wanted to cry but I couldn’t so I cried on the inside and then I feel flat on the ground blood spilling everywhere. Blood puddles everywhere I looked, What is this? Why am I here? Does this have to do with all the things I did before? I thought.
“Foolish child!” He screamed, spit flew onto my face, I wiped it off. “You should know what this place is and why you are here!” His face turning a shade of red and purple.
Whispers, lies, secrets, what else was there? What did I do to deserve this? As long as my body is in the mortal world I should be able to go back. Unless they put me in a coffin and buried me. The secrets, the lies I told I could never go back, all my friends hate me. I only have Ellie, she didn’t care if I lied she only cared about how I was feeling. I wish she was here to help me, but she’s gone, in heaven. She died a year ago, she was hit by a bus.
Things were said, bad things, I wish I could go back and change the things I said. My blood dried and I got to my feet, my gran was behind old steel bars. Like a prisoner in jail. Rusted bars, blood dripping making the floor wet, “I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy,” I said, trying to hold back tears. There was a resentful silence, blood spilling into rivers of more blood, dead fish and blood now rendered it very unpleasant.
I wake up with a start, my body ice cold but sweating. I look over to see what time it is on my alarm clock: 3 a.m in the morning. My room is dark, but after a moment of focussing my eyes adjust and I can see that there is someone standing at the foot of my bed. I can just make out that he or she is wearing a clown costume, and I’m pretty sure, from the glare and little bit of reflection, that it has a knife.
I suck in a sharp breath, fear swelling over me. My body begins to shake and I stare at the figure. It’s unmoving. Perhaps trying to hide from me now that I’m awake…
But it’s too late. I know it’s there. The moon shines through my window to show me the butchers knife in his left hand.
Another shiver.
I open my mouth in an attempt to scream, but no sound comes out.
It lunges.
Blackness.
Three distant visions flashed through my mind over and over, a rapid screening, like in an old movie, the lights flickered ’till all finally went black. One was of a old woman running across a street and getting swallowed into a sudden mass of bloody water, but the water had hands. Another was of a young girl sitting on top of her roof holding a kite, lightning flashed across the sky and lit the whole house on fire, she just sank into the flames as scorched nails pushed her down. The third was the most gruesome, a baby sound asleep in a cradle, a body-less arm reached torwards the poor girl, the wrinkled, pale fingernails pulled at the screeching child’s skin ’till all it was, was a small bloody skeleton across the fresh sheets. That was all I could see, all just a flash of lightening in my mind. I had chills, my legs and arms shaking as if it were a memory. I felt like I was bound in cold leather, a piece was in my mouth like a horse’s bit on it’s harness, making my screams of bloody murder muffled. Then all was dark. It was like that for several minutes. Then, it was my nightmares come to life. I was so little, my tiny chubby hands grasped at the figure above me. Uncontrollably, I giggled, I was just a baby after all, the figure smiled wickedly, and pulled off a black mask, I cowered and hid my eyes. It was my own mother. Then the sound of ripping flesh and an ear splitting shriek filled the air, then I realized it was still me. Blood pooled and soaked the mattress. Then I couldn’t even see anymore. All was dark. Later, the light came back on and I was a young girl, flying a kite on a roof, then the same happened, the house became full ablaze and I was pushed down by my mother’s own fingers. All was dark. I was an old woman walking across a street. I looked behind me and my late mother came crashing at me in the form of a suffocating pool of blood, her hands encircled me and I drowned in my own flesh. All was dark once more. I didn’t know what would happen to me. So I just waited, not having any ability to do anything else. Soon, it all disappeared and I was back in my own bed. I sat up, shooken from my (hopefully) nightmare. I rubbed my eyes and stepped out. I walked out of my room and passed by the mirror in hallway. I looked at myself and fell backwards screaming, for I had no flesh, all I was was a limping pile of bones. I went to the garage and hid under an old chair shaking. That’s when I realized the box next to me was from when I was little, I pulled it closer and looked inside, inside was a pink kite, all black on the edges from fire burns, that shook me more, I looked to the garage door and to my shock it was in flames, large hands behind me pushing me torwards it. I ran back inside screeching, I went to close the window so no one would see me. But of course, a large wave crashed through the window, red swirled water encircled me. This continued for several days starting over and over, again and again, driving me insanely mad. Finally, all was dark again. For once in what seemed like years, I opened my eyes. I was bound to to the same chair. I shifted my gaze up, there was my mother, her hands folded behind her. “How was your nap sweetie?” She put her hand on my shoulder. An evil grin spread across her face as I slowly felt nails dig into my skin.
👍amazing kept me interested😱
this is not a place for emojis
IKR
I almost died of horror reading this. Adding the baby just is horrifying bc all babies are adorbs and the mental movie is worse than ¨IT¨
that was so scary amazing job wow.!!!!!!!
Wow, that’s amazing, may I use this?
Good one !!!
I really like #8
Isn’t 8 about the werewolf?
Sorry if I sound like a know-it-all, but tarantulas are actually quite light.
Yes, if you think about an average sized tarantula but the way they described it in one of the starters you should consider that it is abnormally large so if one tarantula is 85 grams (3 ounces) and that times by approximately 1000 it would equal to about 85000 grams ( 8.5kgs)
P.S I am not trying to critasise your thoughts but just thought it would be nice for me to let you know
bruh tarantulas are the heaviest spiders I mean like there sort of heavy.
Any suggestions, additions or continuations???
You wake up at 3:07 and you hear the voices from your closet and the door shrieking and a hand coming out of it you suddenly wake up and realize it’s just a dream the alarm clock flashes 3:06 the closet door shrieks…..
Actually it’s called personification
I love the first one
none of these are even scary
I think they are scary, and they don’t have to be terrifying to be good.
Seriously, even I wasn’t frightened at all.
I redid the last one, adding some imagery to make it a bit creepier. “The man leans in closer. You can see the red orange tint to the whites of his eyes and feel the warmth of his breath on your face as you smell the stench of rotting flesh. In the dim light you could barely see the thin layer of dried blood encircling his gaping mouth. “We all have it here, we are all infected” he mutters in a deep, scratchy voice.”
The hiding man. In the car. That was it. It got me GOOD.