"One night... no wait... what about there once was a girl named-"
"You're still working on that? It's due on Tomorrow ya know."
"Shut up Brian!"
"Sorry..."
"No, I'm sorry, look I'm just stressed."
"It's fine... so, did you hear about what happened to Tory?"
"No, what happened to her?"
"She's in the hospital."
"Why, is she hurt?"
"From what I heard she's in pretty bad condition."
"What happened to her?"
"No one really knows, her parents came home and found her on the couch almost dead. The parents are still in shock. People are saying it's The Legend of James Holicane."
"What's that?"
"An urban legend."
"Okay so what is it?"
"You haven't heard it?"
"No, okay just tell me."
"Okay, so around 1956 in this town there was a little boy named James. All the other kids teased and called him a mommy's boy. He hated the nickname. One day a kid pushed James too far. The kid punched him in the face and then took and ripped the most loved and treasured thing he had, a scarf that his mother had made for him a week before she died. James was furious. "Go cry to your mommy mommy's boy" said the kid. As James picked up a pair of scissors he shouted "DONT SAY THAT!" and then jammed the pair of scissors into the kid's eye socket over and over again. James just watched as the blood poured from his eye like a faucet-"
"EWW! okay stop, so what does this have to do with Tory?"
"She got dared to do it."
"To do what?"
"Summon him."
"Okay, So how do you summon him?" She said in a sarcastic tone.
"Well... First, you get a pair of scissors and three candles, you place them front of you. Then you turn off all the lights and light the candles. Next you say "James is a mommy's boy" and blow out a candle. You do this for all three candles. Once you're done you light all three candles again and if the scissors are gone that means he is there and he will come after you and well... you know. I don't know if it is true, But just don't do it oka-"
"Hello?"
"I have to go bye, promise me you won't do it okay."
"Wai-" Stacy tries to finish but is cut off.
Ehh I have school tomorrow I, should probably go to bed" she thinks to herself. So she turns the lights off and lies down.
Wow that story was pretty creepy, Brian always knows how to scare me. I wonder if any of that was true... Damn, I sure hope not. SHIT! I only have one more day for my story, Mr. Ashton is going to kill me if I don't finish it. That was her last thought before drifting into slumber.
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Don't Say That
HorrorHey this is my first story so tell me what you think. I would really appreciate it. Stacy is a 17 year old girl that was born and raised in Arlington, Washington. She is just trying to live life and get through high school alive. But when it turns...
