Something for the Horror story Contest.


Our tombs our buried underneath the sand,

Rotting away in the deserted land,

Our souls lost once more with no place to sleep,

In your silhouette may our spirits creep.

It's short I know 😖

Tip, if you feel like you're almost finished with a story, copy and paste it so you don't lose it!

Thanks all of you for entering!

The people who still have to post a horror story/poem is Octolongboi12, which is good at writing, so won't be too troublesome, Queeny and Wesley2004.

I want more people to enter, so you don't have to be a member to enter, but I want it to be hard to choose! Well, it will be hard to choose even if it is just two people though. But more of a challenge! Plus, it makes the winner feel good LOL

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.

Hello! Thank you for coming to talk to me.
I hear the house creaking on Have Square. It's a very old house, a house that no one has lived in in a while. It was supposed to torn down centuries ago, but for an odd reason, no one has managed to do it. Why? Because things always happen. Last time, the demolition crew committed suicide by leaping off of the cliff at the edge of town. The time before that, the manager of the crew ended up dying of a heart attack, and the time before that, and again, and again, someone would die.
I smile sadly to myself. Of course, I feel pity. But, I know why they keep on dying.
They can't disturb such a grand old house, where people used to dance. where people used to sing and try to be happy and try to solve their problems. Where they used to try. No one does anymore. I know that.
Little ghosts come in the houses on Havard Square every Halloween. Yes, they do, if you don't believe me, then go to Ms.Yew's house or even the doctor's house. They'll tell you. But then again, they're dead. But you're talking to me, so I'm sure you can talk to them. I am your friend, and they were yours, after all.
How did I know that? Cuz I'm a little ghost across the street. And, you, being the only living person here... yes, you are the only living person here. Didn't you know? Everyone has been more or less killed somehow. You didn't hear from your friend Amy in a while, did you? She went to school after a sickness. That's what she said.

But we're the best at lying. After all, we can get away with the supernatural.

Don't worry

You're safe here. Stay.

And we'll find you a house to be a ghost n.

death
creeps forward his eyes like lanterns
you can stare it right in the face
and he will never go away
the blinding realization that you can't
escape
because escape will only make death happier
he sees you trying
and he knows he has you
and that he will have you forever
you don't fear death itself
but the pain with it
death doesn't care
so you shouldn't either
just live
a few steps ahead
of the monster
that hunts you through
the dark forest

One more day till the dye date for my fiction horror story (it doesn't ha e to be fiction), you guys can do it! It is up till the end of October!

Hey FH!

Louder Short Story

I swirled around the soundless room, breathing silently, my heart racing out of me. I coughed, my eyes watering from my tears that flew to the ground.

Drop.

He was here, they were here. I panicked, looking around the room for a place to hide. Whispers filled my head, whispers telling me the room wasn't safe. The room wasn't thinking straight, the walls collided, as I hears them coming nearer. "Icola," I heard my name coming from the shadows, rushing my heart, as it threw from chest.

I closed my eyes, guiding myself to a safe place, but u stumbled and fell. I panicked once more, he heard me. He came. I'm gone.

Hello everyone! Similar to Gem's art contest, this is a story contest! Everyone, you have until next week for the story contest due date! Please, post a short story here! I will choose the personal best! All of you, pleaseeeee do this! Like I said, until next week. Or in two days, because it's Halloween soon.
Your story should be a scary story! Be creative! Do not plagiarize or I WILL KNOW.

I'm excited!!!
https://kn.kidzsearch.com/u/KnightStar

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