Scary Stories

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When I was about seven or eight, I used to go trick or treating with my friends (we lived in a pretty safe and friendly neighbourhood, so it was cool). It was Halloween, and all the houses in my street had been extremely well decorated. But, there was this one house, the person had just moved in a couple of months ago, he was a man, middle aged and average height with dark brown hair.

It was his first Halloween in the neighbourhood, and he really went all out. His house was very zombie themed; rotting flesh, zombies, spare limbs and entrails everywhere. It was by far the coolest house in the neighbourhood, but what made it even cooler was the fact that it all looked so real. It even smelled like rotting flesh.

My best friend (for this story, we'll call him Josh) and I had been to all the other houses and collected the sweets. When we got to the final house, Josh didn't any to go anywhere near it. Not only was it far off from the other houses, on the corner in a dark area by a field, but Josh got freaked out by the decorations.

To be honest, I didn't want to go and knock on the door either, but I had bet my other friend five pounds that I could go to every house in the neighbourhood. Five pounds was a lot of money to me back then, so I was determined to get it.

I bravely left Josh at the end of the pathway and walked down through the maze of dismembered bodies. The smell made me gag, it was even worse as I got closer. The decorations were so real, I think I had nightmares about them for the next few days afterwards.

When I reached the door, I got a really sick feeling in my stomach, suddenly I really didn't want to be there anymore. I pulled myself together, the reward on my mind, and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and I managed to squeak "Trick or Treat!" Through my fear. The creepy man made an excuse about how he "forgot to bring the bowl of sweets to the door." He said he left it in the kitchen and invited me into the living room to wait.

Me, being the stupid kid I was, followed him inside and waited in the living room while he headed out to the kitchen.

It had been a while, and I started to get really anxious, so I decided to follow him out into the kitchen. Because he had told me to "stay put", I moved really quietly so that he wouldn't know I was there.

I eventually found him singing "Mary had a little lamb" really creepily in the kitchen. I poked my head around the corner and saw him at the sink on the west wall, washing something red off into the sink.

It was a knife. The red stuff I saw must have been blood. That was it, I wasn't waiting to be murdered any longer. I ran out of there and screamed my head off when I was out of the door. I didn't scream when I was in the house, in case he heard me and came after me, but I couldn't hold it in any longer by the time I had reached the door.

Josh stared at me wide-eyed before I grabbed his hand and ran all the way back to my house. He kept shouting at me to slow down and asked why we were running, but I just kept running straight home.

When I got home, I told my mum everything. At first, she didn't believe me, but after a while, she have in and called the police.

When the police arrived, the man had already packed his personal belongings and left. He must've left pretty quickly, because he left all his creepy decorations. I guess he must've been ready to leave though, because there were no clothes left over and everything had been prepared for him to leave (boxes, lots of stuff packed away).

Upon further investigation, the police found out that those "decorations" weren't fake. They were real limbs and other parts from lots of different children under the age of ten.

Needless to say, I always went out with an adult after that, and never went to that house again.

That was about 25 years ago. To this day, I still won't even let my children go out on Halloween, or any time at night, on their own, because, the thing that scares me most, is the fact that

He's still out there.