halloween 2013

The House

A SCARY STORY

By Noah Thomas

Well, in my neighborhood, there is this old creepy house.  It looks like an old log cabin.  They say that there is a legend that goes a little like this…

One Friday a group of neighborhood kids wanted to have a sleepover.  They wanted to sleep at the abandoned house.  This was the house that in one window you could see a doll looking out. The oldest kid was a big jerk and the bully of the neighborhood.  The youngest was pushed around and just wanted to be cool and accepted by all the bigger kids. They all confirmed with their parents, telling each parent they would be at a different house. 

When they got to the house, they opened the door- CCCCRRREEEKKK!!!  As they walked in, the doll wasn’t in the window.  That made them a little nervous, but no one said anything. Every step they took, they heard CCCCRRRREEEKKK, CCCCRRREEEEKKK, CCCRRREEEEEEEEEKKKK.  Everyone went upstairs and got ready to go to bed, but not without scary stories, of course.

They fell asleep, one, by one.  Later, every boy was woken up by a big crack of thunder. 

“What was that?!” they all said. 

Then all of a sudden they all heard a voice in the dark.

“Come little children.  Come one and all.  Come little children, I shall take you all,” followed by an evil laugh. 

Every one screamed like little girls!  The bully of the group forced the youngest to go check it out.  The youngest boy went downstairs.  One minute later…

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” was all everyone else could hear.  Then after the scream, they heard that squeaky voice again saying, “That’s one. Four more,” followed by the same evil laugh.

“I’ll go check it out,” said the bully. He went over to the railing of the staircase, looked over and saw a creepy doll with a bloody knife, standing over a bloody head.

Then three of the younger boys went downstairs, but not the bully.  He was too scared.  Three minutes later there was another scream.  “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“That’s four.  One more.  Here I come.  I’m gonna get you.  I’m gonna get you.  I’m gonna get you,” said the scary doll.  “The bully thinks he’s gonna survive.  Not today.  Not ever.”

The bully grabbed a baseball bat that he had used for the scary story he told at bedtime.  He was whacking, and crying and kicking, and screaming like crazy as the scary doll attacked him.

“Please don’t hurt me!” the bully cried.

“Too bad!  So sad!” said the doll as she cut his head off.  “Now I have five more heads to add to my collection of 896,154,851,111,976,543,128.”

THE END

or is it?

here's lana's scary story