In the small town of Hollow Creek, Halloween was always a night of celebration-a night when the shadows grew thicker and the wind whispered secrets. But for the children of the town, there was one rule: never venture near the old Caldwell house after dark. Rumor had it that something evil lived there, something that only emerged once a year... on Halloween night.
Ellie, Max, and Jordan-three brave, or perhaps foolhardy, friends-decided this Halloween would be the year they faced the legend. They gathered flashlights and crept through the leaf-strewn streets as the trick-or-treaters faded into the night. The Caldwell house loomed at the end of a twisted, narrow path. The structure seemed to absorb the moonlight, its windows like hollow eyes staring back at them, watching... waiting.
As they crossed the crumbling threshold, a chill filled the air, and the once-still silence was shattered by the slow creak of the door closing behind them. Their flashlights flickered, illuminating walls stained with age and stories long forgotten. Shadows seemed to crawl along the floor, stretching toward them as if hungry.
In the center of the main room, an old mirror caught their attention. Its frame was tarnished, and its glass was murky, but as they looked closer, they realized their own reflections were missing. Instead, the mirror showed a young girl with hollow, empty eyes, her mouth open in a silent scream. She lifted a hand, pressing it against the glass... and then she turned her head to look straight at them.
Suddenly, the mirror cracked, and a chilling scream echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls and reverberating deep in their bones. They turned to run, but the rooms seemed to shift, twisting into endless halls filled with whispering voices and the faint laughter of a little girl. The friends found themselves separated, each one chased by something unseen yet undeniably there-its breath cold on the back of their necks, its footsteps heavy and relentless.
Ellie stumbled into a room where the walls were lined with dolls, each one missing eyes. They seemed to follow her every movement, their heads turning slightly, ever so slightly, as she backed away. Max found himself in a corridor with endless portraits, each face painted in anguish, their eyes following him with desperation. And Jordan, lost and panicked, saw shadows stretching and reaching out with clawed hands.
Hours later, when the sun began to rise, the townspeople found the three friends huddled on the Caldwell porch, trembling and silent. None of them spoke of what they saw that night, for they knew that some horrors were better left unspoken.
The Caldwell house still stands in Hollow Creek, its doors slightly ajar as if inviting the next curious soul. And every Halloween, the children know to keep their distance, for the house waits patiently... and its hunger grows.
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Scary stories I wrote
HorrorJust like the title says, these are just scary stories I wrote on my free time, probably won't post much because of school, but whenever I'm not busy I'll post. p. s. This is my first time posting on here, please be nice.
