10 Horrifying Horror Story Prompts

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Every Bike Ride

Every Bike Ride by Duncan Long

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.

  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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.
  6. 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”)
  7. 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.
  8. 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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  1. I woke up at 3 am. I heard the sound of an ice cream truck. I was hallucinating because it was just my 4 year old daughter slamming the window down. Then I watched as she went down the stairs and went outside. I followed her after I got dressed. She was gone. There was no sign of her. It was just silence and darkness. I went back inside and I called the police. “Hello this is 911 what’s your emergency” said the police officer. “Hello officer my child has gone missing I heard a ice cream truck and she went outside and vanished” I said. “Ok I will send a search party to your location” The officer said. I hung up the phone and shivered as I sat on the couch. I kept on hearing a ice cream truck. I was mad and I went outside to see little kids getting ice cream. I was guessing their parents weren’t awake. In the ice cream truck was a creepy clown. He said “Hey kids want so Ice cream or a root beer float.” Then he laughed hahahahahhaha you’re all gonna float! He sucked them up with a long vacuum and they all got stuck in the back of the truck and the clown sped away. I yelled at him “Come back here!”

  2. the clown one was great

  3. 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. It’s at that moment that you realize in order to have this state of mind to analyze the situation and also hold on to your baby you must have super-human strength in more than one way. Encouraged by this revelation, you focus hard and with all your mental strength you begin to rise and then fly away until you and your baby are safely back at home. Later that day your baby laughs as you choke to death on a piece of steak.

  4. I woke up at 3 am. I heard the sound of an ice cream truck. I was hallucinating because it was just my 4 year old daughter slamming the window down. Then I watched as she went down the stairs and went outside. I followed her after I got dressed. She was gone. There was no sign of her. It was just silence and darkness. I went back inside and I called the police. “Hello this is 911 what’s your emergency” said the police officer. “Hello officer my child has gone missing I heard a ice cream truck and she went outside and vanished” I said. “Ok I will send a search party to your location” The officer said. I hung up the phone and shivered as I sat on the couch. I kept on hearing a ice cream truck. I was mad and I went outside to see little kids getting ice cream. I was guessing their parents weren’t awake. In the ice cream truck was a creepy clown. He said “Hey kids want so Ice cream or a root beer float.” Then he laughed hahahahahhaha you’re all gonna float! He sucked them up with a long vacuum and they all got stuck in the back of the truck and the clown sped away. I yelled at him “Come back here!”
    Soon the cops came to my house at 3178 , Mainway Drive. I asked him what is going on and he told me that there was a cerial killer clown on the loose. I tried to remember the license plate number but I only managed to get to first three letters. It was YQH. They managed to pull up ten ice cream trucks with the first three letters. (I updated the story some more)

  5. can you find the error in the story comment below if you do

  6. I AM FINNALY DONE I woke up at 3 am. I heard the sound of an ice cream truck. I was hallucinating because it was just my 4 year old daughter slamming the window down. Then I watched as she went down the stairs and went outside. I followed her after I got dressed. She was gone. There was no sign of her. It was just silence and darkness. I went back inside and I called the police. “Hello this is 911 what’s your emergency” said the police officer. “Hello officer my child has gone missing I heard a ice cream truck and she went outside and vanished” I said. “Ok I will send a search party to your location” The officer said. I hung up the phone and shivered as I sat on the couch. I kept on hearing a ice cream truck. I was mad and I went outside to see little kids getting ice cream. I was guessing their parents weren’t awake. In the ice cream truck was a creepy clown. He said “Hey kids want some Ice cream or a root beer float.” Then he laughed hahahahahhaha you’re all gonna float! He sucked them up with a long vacuum and they all got stuck in the back of the truck and the clown sped away. I yelled at him “Come back here!”
    Soon the cops came to my house at 3178 , Mainway Drive. I asked him what is going on and he told me that there was a cerial killer clown on the loose. I tried to remember the license plate number but I only managed to get to first three letters. It was YQH. They managed to pull up ten ice cream trucks with the first three letters. It all turned out to be the first truck that was the killer. We had proof on cameras and also he bought the same costume as the clown in the truck. We managed to get all the kids back to their house and I got my child back. He eventually had a trial and was proven guilty. Then I ate popcorn with my girl and he went to prison for child abductions.

  7. It was November 1,1922 and it was a dark & rainy day on Dedio’s farm.He was outside in his barn fixing his tractor and listening to a radio program.Then Dedio walked outside to go to his little house he could barely afford. When Dedio got outside, the rain was pouring down and lightning striking down hard enough on the ground,it scared the cattle.Then one lightning bolt struck Dedio.The electric ran threw his body like a marathon.He fell to ground right after.His wife noticed him and she ran out to help.He was pronounced dead.

  8. POST your STORY so I can READ it PLS.

  9. I hope you guys posted in our horror contest. We picked the winners last weekend. There is a second on of these threads that is 10 More horrifying story prompts. Also, do you guys want to workshop thread? Anyone interested in that?

  10. A killer who was in an institution, and released, going back to his old ways.

  11. I love the first one

  12. 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…..

  13. Any suggestions, additions or continuations???

  14. Sorry if I sound like a know-it-all, but tarantulas are actually quite light.

  15. I really like #8

  16. ABC I’m singing 123 abc 123 now sing with me lol 😂

  17. 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.

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  20. 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.

  21. 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.

  22. I stole your pot of spaghetti last weekend.

  23. 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.

  24. i love the clown one.

  25. 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

  26. (#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?

  27. 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”. . .

  28. It makes my day to read these stories.

  29. 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?

  30. 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…

  31. In the clown story the clown is based on the horror movie and horror book IT the clown is called pennywise the dancing clown

  32. 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…”

  33. You lay in bed and fall asleep, you hear dripping… so you go to find out what it is so you turn off your fossetts and go lay back in bed… you wake up again and hear dripping again, so you go outside and turn all the water taps off and goes back down to lay in bed… you wake up again to your dog licking your hand and still hear dripping… the licking stops and you look under your bed to see that your dog is dead… in blood is wrote: “dogs aren’t the only ones that can lick…” who licked my hand?!??!?!?!?!

  34. From a book I am writing.

    Natalie Rushtens, Lucy’s mother had just woke opened her eyes. She dreamed of millions of spiders On her and under her skin. It was a strange dream and a dream she didn’t understand.
    She thought of how the bible study went the night before, and could not get over the fact that two of the eight or so people did not show at all. Mary Lucas and Jenny Swools were not there. Those two women never missed bible study. The stranger thing was, nobody has heard from them for a couple days.
    They are both grown women and both good friends so it’s not out of the ordinary for two women to maybe go out of town together or something like that. It was just strange that they did not call and tell Natalie they would not be there. She thought they would of at least gave her a phone call.
    She didn’t put to much thought into, but it did bother her. She just had a bad feeling about it. Primarily because they had never missed a bible study in the ten years that Natalie had been holding them at the Church.
    Natalie flipped on her coffee pot, she always got her coffee ready the night before so all she would have to do in the morning was turn on the pot. It began brew, slowly.
    She then pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat down.
    She began to read from her bible that was always at the table It used to be her and Lucy’s little ritual, but since Lucy had passed, it was just her, all alone in the mornings now. Sara Lorenzen, Lucy’s friend from school had been coming over before school just to check in everyday on Natalie, who Sara called Mom, however the last few days she had not been around at all.
    Natalie didn’t put to much into this, but Sara’s mother had called a couple nights ago and said Sara had been acting a bit strange lately. Saying she has been different somehow.
    Natalie tried to press Sara’s mother for more information, but she kept it pretty vague. Natalie thought it must of been high school stress or something like that, besides she knew Sara was a tough girl and could get through anything that might be distracting her.
    She was reading from the book of Psalms when a knock came at the door. She stood up, the knocking had startled her a bit. She pulled the curtain back from the front window and saw a blank, face, with blackened eyes looking right at her. It made her heart jump in fear for a brief second. There was no smile, just a cold expressionless face looking at her. It was Sara. {I was just thinking about you dear.} She thought.
    She opened the door, “Sara, come in, I’m glad to see you.”
    Sara didn’t say anything, but she did walk in, her tall body walked with a slight limp, like she had an hurt leg. This caught Natalie’s attention right away.
    “What did you do to your leg sweetie?”
    “An old injury from long ago that has come back.” She said with again, no expression. As if she hadn’t ever noticed before, it just at this moment was clear how big of a girl Sara was. She was tall and built. Almost like a man in some ways.
    “I was just having my cup of coffee, and doing my reading.”
    “Your reading huh?” Sara said, almost condescending. Natalie, had just noticed something she thought she heard when she first spoke, but now realized it was for sure. She didn’t know this voice Sara was using. It had not sounded much like her at all.
    Natalie just tried to brush it off, like her mind was just not fully awake yet. No, that wasn’t it. It was to noticeable, this voice was unfamiliar.
    “Yeah, you know, I read every morning.”
    “Sure” there was a long uncomfortable pause, and then Sara said, I know.” There was a touch of hostility in the way she spoke those words. Almost like Natalie reading the bible annoyed her. It was just how it sounded to her, but Natalie tried to not believe that could really be possible. {Sara loves me.}
    Natalie’s eyes examined Sara and her odd behavior, then she said “So are you on your way to school? I’m glad to see you, it’s been a few days, I was just thinking about you.”
    “How nice.” She said. No doubt, Natalie didn’t know this voice.
    “Yeah,–” Natalie paused. Sara walked past her toward the kitchen, this confused her a little {Where are you going? I’m right here.} She thought. “I thought it was.”
    Sara stood with her back leaning against the kitchen countertop. There was the microwave, a toaster, the cutlery, and the sink. Sara stood in the middle of these items.
    “You feeling ok Sara?” Natalie could not help but notice her eyes seemed very dark. It was more noticeable now in the light of the kitchen. She had left the kitchen light on and now when this mammoth teenage girl stood there, she looked by all accounts menacing. Natalie swallowed hard.
    “Fine, Feeling—fine.” {That voice}, Natalie thought. {What is wrong with her?}
    “So Sara, what time–” Sara instantly cut her off with her own question.
    “Do you miss her?” Sara asked. Natalie was confused by the question. It somehow made no sense to her.
    “Do I miss who?” Natalie asked, Sara was smiling now.
    “Sara?” Natalie asked, the look in Sara’s eyes was now dripping with hostility.
    “He had to have her, it’s the blood of believers of God that gives him pure strength” Sara’s eyes pierced Natalie. “She didn’t die in vain.”
    “Wh-whaa-Excuse me?” Natalie got up from the table now and walked slowly toward Sara. “What did you say?”
    “Your daughter, she died for the best of reasons. So he could walk the earth again..” That evil smile was still on Sara’s face. Natalie knew full heartedly something was deeply wrong here.
    “So who could walk the earth Sara? Who? What are you talking about ?”
    Sara just laughed deeply. Natalie walked closer to Sara now. “Sara?”
    In a flash, sudden smooth motion, Sara, grabbed a knife from the Cutlery set and in one quick motion pulled Natalie right into the blade and thrusted it to the hilt inside her stomach. Blood filled her night gown. “S-s-sar -What hav-what have you done?” Complete shock at what just happened hit home. {I’m dying. Dear God I’m dying.}
    As Natalie began to fall to the ground Sara stood over her and those dark black live rocks for eyes smiled fiendishly at her, and said, “I’m not Sara.”
    That evil smile and those black eyes would be the last thing she would see, then everything went to darkness. Natalie Rushtens was dead.

    * * *

  35. 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.

  36. 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…

  37. Woke up early hours and 3 clowns at the foot of my bed all grinning. Oh no fell asleep with the TV left on.

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  39. 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.”

  40. I woke up and I was in a locked in a dark, cold room. It didn’t look like it was in my house or my room. I attempted to yell to see if anyone was around but no respond was heard. I then saw a small box so I opened it. In it was: paperclips, alligator clips, a stapler, paper and a marker basically just office supplies. I sat down to try to figure out where I was and why I was here but…. I couldn’t remember anything besides my name and date of birth. I go to see if the door is unlocked but with my luck…. it’s locked. I remember that I got the office supplies behind me. So I go grab a paperclip trying to pick the lock and I succeed. I escape that room now all I have to do is find the exit to see where I am at, but then there was multiple door outside this one door… things just got creepy…but it doesn’t end there… There isn’t even an exit sign or light switches anywhere… I go to check if any of the doors are unlocked. One of the doors down the dark hallway was unlocked… I walked in slowly… there was a little pen flashlight on the floor, so I picked it up. I walk back out in the hallway and walks into the darkness with my tiny flashlight that only lights up a little narrow way. I look for an exit outside the place I was in… this is where stuff got creepy… I looked in a room and the windows were bared up with a huge combination lock on it… suddenly I heard a door open behind me and out the corner of my eye I see a tall, buff shadow walk out… My heart dropped, so I ran as fast as I can down the dark hallway hoping I didn’t run into anything or anyone of that matter… As I ran I tripped over something, I would’ve turned on my flashlight to see what I tripped over but I wouldn’t want to attract the thing that opened the door… I crawled slowly and carefully not to make any type noise. Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps coming near me, so I stop where I am at and stays as still as a statue… it was standing over me… I stopped breathing at one point of time of how scared I was… he finally left to go back to the room he came out of… now I was so scared I knew I was probably locked in an unknown place and I wasn’t alone… my choices were to run, hide, escape, or possibly die… I walk as quiet as possible to another door. I walked in and this was the only place I walked into that had lights… it must have been a security room of some sort… as soon as I got in there I locked the door behind me so if that person or “thing” comes to find me I can try to find something. I look on the camera station and I see the room he is in there wasn’t anything in there… then I heard a bang on the door… “oh goddamnit are you kidding me!” I whispered hesitantly to myself while looking around to find something to hide in… suddenly I seen some employee lockers, so I hid in there… Then the door got bust down… and in the thing came… “it” had flesh showing arms and a looked like it was caught in a fire of some sort, not to mention that his eyes were pure white… it walks over to the camera station and rips the wires out of the computers and takes the tapes… great, I’m locked in this hellhole with a smart “it” this was bad… This thing knew that it wasn’t alone in here and he needed to find out who it was…. Which was me… I heard the voice of the thing that was in here with me… his voice was deep so now I knew it was a “he” but he wasn’t no ordinary person… he looked mutated. He suddenly punched the locker right beside me…. He turned back to the door and walked out slowly, he must have heard a noise or something. But good thing he didn’t punch the locker I was in… I found a light panel. I turned them on and what I seen was VERY unordinary and I think it is time to put these office supplies to good use…

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