Horror Stories

"I Mean It"

One night, a young man was walking home from his mothers house, you see, the man was 15, so he couldn't drive home yet. He was looking at his feet while walking, and didn't see what was ahead of him.

As he was walking, he accidentally bumped into an old woman.

"Hey, watch it! Will ya?" She asked harshly, picking up her cane that had fallen.

"Gosh, why's it gotta be the cranky ones that stay out late?" The boy asked and walked away.

"Ya's, whatcha name son?" She called after him.

"M'kay!" He replied, turning around stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep from the cold.

But before he could turn the corner, the lady grabbed the mans shoulder.

"You see," she said, dropping the New Jersey accent, changing it into a harsh voice. "I'm not leaving till I get my answers!" She yelled, twisting the mans arm.

He cried out in pain, and tried running away but the lady stopped him again.

"I means it," she said again, this time in her accent. "I mean it," she said again, back in her strict tone as if it were some fun game, little kids play.

The man looked pale, not wanting to get another beating out of the woman, he said his name.

"C-carter," he stuttered.

"M'kay little man!" She said letting go of Carters arm, as if nothing ever happened. She slapped the back of his head with a friendly grin.

"I let you goes once, don't make it happens again," she said walking away, back in her accent.

"But," she started.
"I mean it... Carter," she whispered.

He just rolled his eyes, nodding, muttering under his breath.

~*~*~*

Later that week, Carter got a phone call.

"Yeah, hello?" He asked.

"I sees you, and your gonna pay... I mean it," It was the way the lady said I mean it, just threw Carter off. The familiar voice annoyed the boy.

"Ya's uh, who's is you," he asked.

"I MEAN IT!!!" The woman screamed into the phone. Carter heard screaming outside, someone saying I mean it.

Carter locked all of the doors and windows.

However no one heard the rest of the story. All they knew was that he and his mother, Joanna were both killed that night.

Authorities have gotten to the case that it was not a coincidence, or a serial kill, but that it was Carter killing his mother, and then committing suicide, feeling sorry for doing what he did.

But we all know that it wasn't either of those things. It wasn't a serial killer, or suicide, but that it was a wicked old lady, mad that a kid talked back to her, getting revenge by murder. Authorities say she had nothing to do about the murder. Authorities say she was just an old lady.

Authorities say that the woman doesn't exist.