I walked inside my new house. I hated it. It was too old and musty.
An eerie feeling came over me when I saw the spider webs hanging down the chandelier. I hated bugs. Vicious things with hairy legs.
How am I going to stand this place? Why did my parents have to have an obsession with Victorian houses?
"Phoebe!' My mom called as she came down the stairs. Oh speak of the devil. "Phoebe don't you just love this houses. Now go quickly and have a shower before dinner."
There was no point in arguing with her so I trudged up the stairs. The bathroom was at the end of the corridor. I went inside the toilet. I turned the light on, undressed myself and stepped inside the shower.
I screamed when I saw millions of cobwebs. I quickly brushed them off and grabbed the shower. It was really heavy for some reason. I shook it and I heard this really weird sound.
Shrugging my shoulders, I turned the tap on. Nothing happened for a minute so I shook the thing.
I heard this soft clanging sound like the pipe was clogged up. Suddenly water came rushing out along with millions of black bugs.
I screamed and tried to brush them off. A shiver sent up my spine as I pulled one out my ear. I could feel millions of spiky, hairy legs crawling on me.
More and more kept rushing out of the tap. They were running up my back, on my legs and face. I could feel them holding on my skin with their sharp thin legs.
I felt a sudden sharp pain on my ankle. I looked at the water near my leg to see it turn red. I look at my ankle to see a big black bug digging my skin with its legs.
I stopped myself from screaming so that no bug would enter my mouth. I felt dizzy as the bug dug its way through my skin and into my leg.
I started freaking out and I shook myself and tried to hit them. I could see a lump in my body which was making its way from my ankle up my leg.
I felt another sharp pain on my hand. I looked at it to see another bug digging its way through my hand. I screamed and tried to bash it in vain. More and more lumps started appearing on my body.
They were getting closer and closer to my throat. I felt myself blacking out and I took my final breath as the black bugs engulfed me.
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Scary Stories (Shadows of the night)
HorrorThis is a book with scary and shocking stories all written and invented by me. If you would like to tell a ghost story around a campfire or during a sleepover then please be free to use some of my stories. I hope you like them also please comment be...