Post by HHDeception on Oct 31, 2014 22:52:01 GMT -6
“Ok so it starts like this, right? A man is off to meet his friends at a cottage for the weekend. He had the day off work so he decided to get there the night before. He drove in just after dark, parked outside and brought his stuff in. The cottage was lightly decorated by his friend that owned it. Like, there were leather couches, a nice brick fireplace, some framed goth masks on the walls, and fake roses in pots on desks. So he turns in for the night and-“
“Windows.”
“I stopped you because I’ve heard it before. Polite thing to do.” she said with a giggle.
“Surprise! You need that in a ghost story. Oh and…”
She heard a gunshot. Time froze.
That was Chris’s scream. Simultaneously relieved and terrified, Amy scrambled to her feet, adrenaline fueling her every action as she ran to the phone across from the entry way. She glanced at the doorway, but immediately turned her back out of revulsion. It did little to calm her nerves as her call finally connected.
“Windows.”
Twinkle twinkle little dear,
“…heh?”
What does every person fear?
“Windows. That’s the punch line.”
Darkness, stalkers, creeping dread,
“Oh come on, Amy!”
The monster lives inside your head.
A boy and a girl sat in a nice plush sofa together, a blanket overtop them both. The sun had set and the lights were off, but the fire before them crackled sweetly and made their shadows flicker and dance to imitate their hearts.
Walking home alone at night.
“I’m not telling jokes, I’m telling ghost stories. Silly girl.” He replied, but then thought a bit and continued, “Although they are similar, I’ll grant you that.”Do you feel safe?
“Mhmm?”Or do you start to ask yourself..."what if?"
“You have the set up, right?. Then you have the part where things get weird. And then...you have the ‘punch line’ at the end which gets you the response you want. A laugh, or…a SCREAM!”What if there was something behind that tree?
“AAH!!!”What if there is something hiding in that bush?
His fingers lunged for her stomach, causing her so yelp at the tickling surprise. He kept it up for a few more seconds as she curled up and squirmed.We watch horror movies because they aren't real.
“Chris! Knock it off!” She yelled out though reluctant laughter.But reality is stranger than fiction.
“Or maybe both.” He said with a smug smile. It was met with an adorable impudent glare, which was followed by her ducking under the blanket entirely. Chris jerked his foot back as something, probably a small female something, grabbed at it while unseen.“Surprise! You need that in a ghost story. Oh and…”
It started as a flicker before I turned on the lights.
She began creeping up along him, tracing up his leg from his foot.I peered into the dark living room in my house.
“Suspense, “ She said reaching up past the knee, “you need a bit of that too. Nice…and…slow…and ending with…”And thought...what if there's something on the couch?
She popped her head out from under the covers where the blanket’s edge met his chest.If I turned on the lights would I see it?
“Boo!”...could I bear to see it?
“You’re adorable.”It's nothing...I know it's nothing
“Thank you.”But if I check, doesn't that make it something?
She pulled the blanket up and drew him into a full-body cuddle. They both enjoyed the moment.If you have to check whether the darkness is empty, how could it possibly be empty?
“So it’s not the ghost part that’s scary. It’s the story that’s scary.” He said after they had their moment, “Although it might just happen to involve ghosts.”It was there in every shadow.
“Well then,” she drew herself up and snuggled in closer to him, smiled and closed her eyes, “tell me a story. And make it a scary one.”I had to keep the lights on.
“Hm…” He stroked her soft hair like one might pet a kitten, “Once upon a time…I wasn’t there for you. The end.”But the light brought me no peace.
*THUMP* Her hand hit his chest, which she was resting on.What if its at the edge of my bed while I sleep?
“Scariest. Story. Ever.”What if it's behind the shower curtain?
They both had a little chuckle together as they continued to cuddle.What if it's waiting for me when I open my front door?
*Ding dong!*
I ran from the house. I couldn't bear it. I left it behind.
The doorbell rang.But I needed proof. I needed to know I was right.
“Honey, I thought you turned out the lights.”Years passed.
“Sorry…must have forgotten one. They’ll leave soon enough. It’s kind of late for trick-or-treaters.”The question was my obsession.
*Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!*What if I opened that door again?
Chris groaned as he got up to answer the door, pulling a robe around himself that sorta kinda looked like a costume.And every time I got the same answer.
“I’ll just be a moment. Keep it warm for me.”It will be there
Amy curled up to keep warm, missing Chris’s body heat. Any moment now she expected the cute little sounds of “trick-or-treat!” from a crowd of children looking for candy. She heard the door open, their house alarm chirping reassuringly with the motion. She heard Chris get partway through the sentence. “Um, hello, can I help y-“ . haunting me
She heard him stop speaking. And then she heard the sound that made her blood run cold. One might think that the most horrible thing you could hear would be a wolf’s howl alone at night, the rev of a chainsaw, or the scream of a loved one. In stories you hear about ghastly wails that drive a person insane. But in reality, it takes much less to make someone much more afraid.....!
*BANG*She heard a gunshot. Time froze.
I knew I was right.
“…CHRIS!?”I saw it.
She called out. No answer. Her breath caught in her rapidly drying mouth as seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an hour. A million things ran through her mind in an instant, each one worse than the next.And I couldn't bear it.
“AAAAAH!!!!”Don't look out the window.
“H-h-hello! Police! P-p-please!”Don't look around the corner.
A body lay at the doorway, crumpled in a compact heap. Blood continued to spew from the bullet wound in its head, pooling on the floor at Chris’s feet. The man stood in shock, staring down at the scene, not quite comprehending what had just happened.Don't look behind the door
And
To the one out there reading this,
Please leave.
Please spare them.
Please stop reading over their shoulder.