Thread: Scary Story

Greetings. I thought that since it is almost Halloween, it would be appropriate to start a scary story thread.

I will start the story with a general character and plot point. Then it is up to the next person to take it from there. You may introduce new characters, plot points, or themes. The only rules are that you keep the flow consistent, and you try to maintain a horror motif and mood. The more bizarre and frightening the better. Think King meets Barker, combined with Tim Burton.
I encourage those who don't consider themselves horror writers to take a stab at this thread. It doesn't have to be long.
If this isn't enough of a challenge, let me know and i will create a new thread.

Here we go...


Adriane woke screaming, the sweat still damp on her face. She clutched at the sheets, trying determine if she was truly awake, or if the nightmare had pushed through into her reality.

hmmm....ok. I guess no one liked that one. I will try to come up with something better....

Originally Posted by geminye

Adriane woke screaming, the sweat still damp on her face. She clutched at the sheets, trying determine if she was truly awake, or if the nightmare had pushed through into her reality.

A sickning screech poured into her ears. Tighter, she pulled her legs against her chest; hugging them like a fimilair toy from her early childood. Her eyes, sowly atuning to the darkness, searched the shadows. The sound seemed to be circulating from every direction; where was it coming from?


Not my best work...

It was the sound of her mother and father fucking in the next room.

Originally Posted by dunkle1544

A sickning screech poured into her ears. Tighter, she pulled her legs against her chest; hugging them like a fimilair toy from her early childood. Her eyes, sowly atuning to the darkness, searched the shadows. The sound seemed to be circulating from every direction; where was it coming from?


Not my best work...

She slowly reached for the light switch, not knowing if she dared to look where the sound was coming from. It sounded like footsteps, like someone was walking towards her room. Only problem was, her parents were in Florida for two weeks, and it was three in the morning... Slowly, the doorknob turned...

(sorry Truth_Teller, if you don't like this, why bother post?)

The knob twisted loudly with a slow, grating squeak-- there was a prolonged silence. Her heart pounded furiously; as if it wanted desperatly to shoot out of her chest and get the hell out of town. She perked her ears and opened her eyes as wide as possible, observing her bedroom door intently.

The door slammed open. Her heart skipped a beat.

Nothing could have prepared her for what she witnessed in her doorway. Nothing could have saved her. And in the same sick moment, she felt an unexplainable desire to give the stranger her body.

It was the Devil himself.

He said: "Sell your soul for a million dollars, and you will live in eternity of pleasure and hedonism."

Adraine chewed her lips, and thought hard.

She cocked her head and threw her pillow at the horned beast.

"Mike, your such a dick. You scared the shit out of me!" She was still trying to catch her breath from the scare he had given her, but there was still something in the back of her mind that told her the dream didn't retreat to her subconcious when she woke.

"Come on babe! It's almost time for the party. You've been sleeping all day, and I paid $120 bucks for this get up." The devil outfit looked pretty authentic, despite the fact that he was wearing Chuck Taylor All Stars.

Adriane had completely forgotten about the costume party that Mike's fraternity was having. There was going to be a $500 prize for the best costume. She was going as a gothic version of Alice in Wonderland, but she had made some additional modifications to it so she would have more cleavage. It never hurt to show a little boob when you wanted some attention.

She quickly got dressed, still trying to shake the cobwebs from her thoughts. The outfit was perfect. She looked at herself in the mirror admiring her work when the shadows behind her seemed to shift. Adriane whirled around trying to ready herself for some horrible thing to grab her. Nothing. Her heart raced.

Paranoia shot through her like a potent injection. “Wait for me!,” she yelled almost frantically; sprinting ahead to meet him at the front door.

Mike smiled as she brushed past and opened the door. “You’re looking like a slut today.”

She barely registered what was said. Adriane observed the windows of her 3 story home. Her stomache did a flip when she saw her black cat, Dewie, jump across a room.

Mike stared at her with calculating eyes. “Is something wrong?”

Yes, oh hell yes! A shadow is scaring me, Mike. I dreamt about it, that is why I slept so long. Please go up stairs and kill it for me. Her mind was racing.

“No,” she said.

His green eyes flickered with a stab of disappointment. He smiled knowingly, he knew her too well for lies.

“Alright,” he put it behind him. “Baby, meet my baby.”

Mike gestured to his new car which sat in her leaf littered driveway. It was a rusty crimson Saturn with tape on the exhaust pipe. When was he going to get a better job?

“If you can call that your baby,” Adriane giggled, forgetting her troubles for a moment. “Then what does that say about me?”

He smiled mischievously, as he walked right into her. His devil outfit seemed so fitting for this moment. He grabbed her tightly.

“Leave some for me.” He smiled, pressing into her breasts.

They took off in a thick cloud of exhaust. Adriane eventually forgot about her worries, which was probably the worst thing she could have done.

Startled, Adraine woke up from a nightmare. Sweat poured down her face.

Mike? What is that sick fucko doing in my dream? she thought. Didn't I dumped him two years ago? Two years ago, when--

A nightmare within a nightmare? Truth-teller, certainly you could have done better than that.

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The realization hit her like a splash of ice water. Adrie ripped off the bed covers, ignoring the October air as it leaked throughout her home. Two years ago… her face twisted painfully at the thought, not a good year.
Her eyes were teary as she was heavily reminded.

“Nice costume!,” mocked several voices amongst a sea of laughter. People were everywhere, and most were festively dressed. There were demons, zombies, vampires, ghosts, anything and everything Halloween. There was also a devil that she wanted to strangle more than anything.

“I’ll be keeping this one,” came an anonymous male voice. Camera flashes filled the park like strobe lights.

Adrie, in fits of tears, clenched her fists angrily. Though her vision was blurry, she guessed at which body was Mike’s and glared in that direction.
“PERVE!” she screamed bitterly.

Silently, a girl handed out a white towel.

Adrie snatched the towel and tucked around her exposed body. Pictures were still being taken of her, and laughter, though dying, was still aloft. She ran.

She ran into the shadows where nobody would see her. At that moment, the shadows were her best friend, and Adrie hated the dark. Alone at last she wailed, letting out every ounce of her sorrow. Life can be a real bitch sometimes.

In the middle of her anguish, there was a chilling whisper. It came from deeper within the shadows. “Little girl…”

She froze, chills tingled down her spine. Maybe it was just the wind.

“Little girl…”

Her heart stopped briefly. “H-ello?” The word, cereal killer, came to her mind.

“Little girl… die.”

she began to slowly retreat, staring out into the darkness around her, cold sweat ran freely down her forehead, as she broke into a run.

but it was not that easy.

she slipped, and fell. everything froze, as she collapsed, it was as if she was watching herself from anothers body, the silence of the place was disturbed only by the thud, of her body, against the rough ground.