The first, however many chapters, were originally in my Lab Rats oneshot book. I decided to make it its own thing. I somewhat rewrote the chapter I already posted on that. If you already read them, you don't have to reread them, but I tried to make...
⚠️ Warning!!!!!!!!! These are Halloween/horror stories, so there is talk about death, murder, blood, etc. If you are sensitive to things like this I suggest you skip. I'm not sure if it's really that bad or not, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.
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Adam, Bree, Chase, Chelsea, and Leo were in the living room sitting on the couch. Looking at the couch Bree was sitting on the far left with Leo sitting on the ground right next to her. Adam was sitting on the far right of the couch with Chase next to him, on his left. Chelsea was in the middle, right next to Chase. It was raining outside, so they were all just hanging out around the house. They were talking and eventually got bored.
"I'm boooored!" Leo groaned.
"Oh! What if we tell scary stories?" Bree suggested.
"Sure," Chase said.
"Why not," Adam shrugged.
"Sounds fun," Chelsea said.
"I'll go first," Leo said. "Eddy, can you turn down the lights?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Eddy said as he turned down all the lights.
Leo cleared his throat. "There was this guy named... Wyatt? Yeah, sure, Wyatt. Every day after work Wyatt would go to this bar. After a while, he knew all the workers, the other regulars, the manager, and even the owner. One day he decided to invite one of his coworkers. But the coworker said something unexpected when he told them where they were going..."
"What is it? What is the unexpected thing?" Adam asked.
"It turns out the bar had burned down many, many years ago. All the people Wyatt had met there had died in the fire."
Adam gasped. "No way."
"Lame," Bree said. "My turn." She stood up, clearing her throat. "Years ago, on a night like this, a group of friends were having a girl's night. They watched movies, talked about boys, and played games. While they watched a horror movie there was a knock on the door. One girl, Emma, got up and opened the door, only to see no one there. She shrugged it off as a ding-dong-ditch as she closed the door. She went back to her friends and continued watching the movie. Throughout the movie, someone kept knocking on the door, but when someone would get up and check the door no one would be there. Eventually, the friends got annoyed by it. Once again the knock knock knock came. Emma got up ready to yell at whoever kept knocking, but this time there was someone at the door. A mask covered the mystery person's face. Before Emma even had the chance to say anything, the masked stranger pulled out a knife. Emma's scream was cut off as she was stabbed in the heart. The killer pulled the knife out and stepped over her dead body. Emma's friends looked over as they heard the heavy footsteps. The girls screamed as they ran to hide. The masked killer found each of them one by one until there was only one left. The last girl, Lily, held her breath as she heard the heavy steps get closer. Thud. Thud. Thud. The killer got closer and closer. He saw the girl's skirt stick out from the bottom of the closet. He walked closer and closer to the closet and slid it open. Then-"
Crash! Boom! All the teens screamed. Leo latched onto Bree's leg. Adam jumped into Chase's arms and grabbed Chelsea's arm, pulling her into his arms.
"It's just thunder," Chase and Chelsea said simultaneously. Chase pushed Adam out of his arms, and Chelsea pulled herself out of Adam's grasp with difficulty.
"Don't act like you didn't scream, too," Bree said.
"Whatever," Chase said.
"My turn," Chelsea said.
(This one is more graphic, btw. Read at your own risk.)
Chelsea cleared her throat and began, "It was a rainy night and a wealthy man walked into his secluded home. He took off his dripping-wet jacket before walking to the bathroom. He took off his gloves and washed the red off his hands. Once done he changed into clean, dry clothes. He lay on his couch, taking in the silence. The only sound being the sound of the clock." Chelsea made clicking noises with her tongue, mimicking the noise of a clock. "He eventually fell asleep. He slept through all the noises of the storm. The heavy rainfall, the whirling wind. He even slept through the sound of metal on glass. Not even the sound of his slider door slipping open woke him, nor the soft footsteps of a young woman. A young woman who held a small bag. She silently set it down on the coffee table and pulled out a sharp knife. She took the knife in her hands and stab... stab...stabbed! The man in the legs over and over, so the man could no longer move them without screaming in pure pain. Blood gushing out of the deep deep stab wounds. The man had woken up with a blood-curdling scream. The women couldn't care less. The home was in the middle of nowhere, so no one could hear the agonizing screams. The lady set the knife down, freeing her hands. She moved to the man's head and dug her fingers into the man's eyes. She pulled them out of the sockets carefully, so as to not damage the optic nerve, so the man could still see even without them being in his head. The woman grabbed another sharp tool from her bag. She pushed it into the man's skin before turning it and cutting chunk after chunk of skin off the man's bones. Blood squirted and oozed from each cut. She ignored the agonizing screams as she packed her things back up. She grabbed her bag, gave the man's now mangled face and body one more look, and made her way back out of the house, silent as the wind. Though the man was in agonizing pain, he couldn't help but feel pride in his heart. Proud in the women causing his death, proud in the skilled women... proud of his daughter, who he taught all that she knew."
A satisfied smile crossed Chelsea's face as she looked at the horrified looks on her siblings' faces. Leo was holding onto Bree's waist and she was also holding onto him. Adam was hugging Chase very tightly.
"Where'd you hear that story?" Adam asked.
"Nowhere," Chelsea shrugged. "I just came up with it on the spot."
"Yeah, well, I think somethings wrong with you," Bree said.
Mr. Davenport and Tasha walked down the stairs. The teens looked over at the stairs, four still with horrified looks on their faces, one with a satisfied smile.
"Mommy!" Leo yelled running to his mom.
"What's up with you guys?" Davenport asked.
"We were telling scary stories," Chelsea explained.
"Yeah and Chlesea is a natural," Chase said. Even he was a bit freaked out over the story Chelsea told. Sure when they were younger and got bored Chelsea would make up random stories, but none of them were like that. They were usually cute, funny, entertaining, about some fantasy and/or science fiction world. Nothing that graphic.
