Scary Stories

Ghost Stories (25)

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[PG-13] Mature Audience

~Queen

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The House

When I was younger there was an abandoned house at the bottom of our street. All the kids in the area kept well away from it. The rumor was that it was haunted.

The concrete walls of the two story building were cracked and crumbling. The windows were broken and the glass laid on the inside floors.

One day, as a test of bravery, my friend and I decided to explore the house. We climbed in through the window in the back of the building. The place was dirty and there was mud on the wooden floors. As we dusted ourselves off we looked up and noticed someone wrote "I AM DEAD!" At the top of wall near the ceiling.

"Probably some teenagers trying to scare kids." I said.

"Yeah probably." My friend said.

We explored more of the rooms on the ground floor. We came across what looked like the kitchen where more writing was. "I AM IN A ROOM UPSTAIRS."

We walked up the creaky stairs. I went first and my friend followed closely behind. I wasn't scared but he was beginning to get a little jittery.

When we came to the top we took a left and walked down the narrow hallway. At the end of the hall there were more ominous writing on the wall that read, "YOU WILL FIND ME IN THIS ROOM."

By now my friend was shaking with fear. I was quite creeped out too but I didn't want to show it. He told me he didn't want to go any further, but I insisted, telling him there was nothing to be afraid of.

I turned the handle and walked in. The room was empty. There were two closed doors on either side. "MY HEAD IS ON THE LEFT AND MY BODY IS ON THE RIGHT."

As soon as my friend read this he ran off yelling. I heard his footsteps disappear throughout the hall. I was determined to be brave and overcome my fear. I mustered up all of my courage opening the door on my right and walked inside. I walked to the far side of the room and in tiny letters read, "MY BODY IS UNDERNEATH."

I looked down. I was standing on some writing against the floorboards. I stepped back. "MY HEAD IS COMING FROM THE ROOM BEHIND YOU. TURN AROUND."

I heard the door behind me creak and I quickly turned. There was a shadow that moved behind the door. Then something came rolling in. It hit against the wall.

It was my friends severed head. I yelled loudly jumping out the window landing on my now broken arm. I ran home. The police investigated the entire house but found not one thing.