*Author’s Note: I’m re-posting a story from one year ago. This one was based on the very first short story I wrote as an eleven-year-old and of all genres I naturally wrote a horror story. 🙂
Penny, the new kid on the block, stood in front of an old, rickety house along with two new-found friends.
She swallowed hard as she stepped up to the front door.
“Don’t be a scaredy cat and go in!” Darla called out.
Inside the dank-smelling entryway, cobwebs littered every nook and cranny. Dark and not a living soul present as the young girl walked down a hallway.
A movement on her right caused Penny to pause.
On the long, narrow table sat a huge glass platter with a steel cover. The cover rattled ever so slightly.
She slowly reached for the metallic lid and lifted it.
The first thing she saw was the wrinkled balding head, and in a great start, she released her grasp on the heavy top which landed on the hard floor with a thunderous clang that echoed throughout the building.
Her brown eyes widened as she stared at what sat on the glass dish.
A head of an elderly man who appeared to be asleep. His skin pallor and sunken except for one eye where folds of flesh drooped.The sight had her rooted to the spot as she held her breath fearing that any noise would awaken him.
Suddenly, his eyes sprung open. Black as coals they completely mesmerized Penny…
Until the mouth opened and an evil cackle bellowed from it.
She turned and ran screaming out of the house, and didn’t stop screaming until she reached her friends down on the curbs.
What dismayed her further was that they were laughing.
“It’s not funny!” She said.
Darla, the brunette, giggled through her hands but it was the blondie who spoke.
“If only you could have seen your face!” Roxie said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
Penny glared at them. “You knew about this?”
“Oh yeah.” Darla finally replied. “Old man Marco’s been doing this every year for years.”
The red-head folded her arms at her two so-called friends. “And where does he usually pull this prank?”
“In the kitchen. On the table with the red cloth.” Roxie answered.
“Well, his head was on a platter in the hallway between the kitchen and living room,” Penny stated. “And it did NOT have ANY tablecloth.”
Roxie and Darla looked at her.
“Go on.” Penny pointed to the house. “Go check on the old man!”
Clasping each other’s hand, the two girls walked across the front yard, and through the doorway disappearing into the murkiness.
Penny continued to stand with her arms folded and waited.
Moments passed before screeching screams sounded through the house, and the pale-faced girls galloped outside, nearly colliding with Penny.
Unmoved, Penny asked, “Well?”
“Th-that wasn’t Marco!” Darla said. “And-and there was no body under the table!”
“But the head was real, right?” Penny asked.
Both girls nodded in earnest.
All pairs of eyes turned to the house just as the front door creaked shut.
A short, short creepy story for the Halloween season. Enjoy!
I’ve had a story idea knocking around in my head for a few years, and this past week I’ve decided to act strictly on impulse and just start writing about it. Maybe I’m inspired because it’s October, and it’s Halloween season. Who knows. I’ve always been fascinated by the supernaturals including vampires and werewolves. For the past few years, I’ve watched movies like Daybreakers, The Twilight Saga, and the Underworld series as well as television series such as Teen Wolf (MTV’s version) and Van Helsing (SYFY’s version).
Now, by utilizing Wattpad, I’ve started my own version called, Bloodlust.
This will be a work-in-progress, and there will probably be at least two or three parts to the story broken up into novella-sized books. If I can complete this story, and if the storyline is interesting and unique enough, I just might consider either self-pubbing it, or go the traditional route.
I’ve put together a brief teaser trailer for the story:
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Continuing with horror stories for the Halloween season 🙂 This one I wrote and created a year ago; seems fitting to reshare.
*Author’s Note: This story is actually based on a true personal experience.
if you don’t believe in them, you probably won’t believe my story
As a young girl around the age of five or six
I woke up near dawn and saw
two shadows coming down the hallway
one was tall with an afro who pushed
a wheelchair of another man
I watched as they moved across the wall
but no physical forms materialized
Frightened, I flung the covers over my head
and in the next moment
hands pawed and groped at me
There I lied as still as possible
’till the sun rose
I never told my parents since they’d just
say it’s my imagination
Even to this day, I often wonder if those men
were either ghosts
the dreaded shadow people
Guess I may never know
His face I’ve known since birth until I learned it was only a mask hiding a monster.