~Wanna hear something scary?~

Scary Story 1: Stuffing Nightmares

Wanna hear something scary?~

Here, I tell you a scary story that is sure to give you chills~

Let's begin~

Scared---- very scared---- so scared I was as I hid behind the one of the old arcades. My breath was shaking and my hands were sweaty. I could hear the loud footsteps that ringed throughout my ears as I hid behind the old machine. I bit my lip, as the footsteps were getting louder and louder and I peeked my head slightly behind the arcade machine.

And there he was, standing there---- looking for me......

I felt myself begin to shake as I stared at the tall animatronic, it was Freddy Fazbear. And boy---- was he terrifiying. He stood there, looking around the room and I turned back around.

I knew I had to get out of here---- I just had to. There was NO way I could stay here for another 2 hours.

I was terrified out of my mind and I could hear him getting closer. He was definitely going to find me soon. So, trying to find something to defend myself with I looked around. And to my great luck, I seen a crowbar on the other side. My eyes widen and a curved smile creeped on my face as I stared at it.

Without even thinking, I begin to try and reach for the object---- but sadly---- to my horrible disappointment---- I just couldn't reach for the crowbar. Frustration and doubt begin to form in me and after awhile I gave up. 'Shit.' I thought as I then bit my lip.

I looked around again, but then, to the corner of my eye---- I seen an old pipe. I slowly looked at it, studying it, the top half part being off the wall---- making it easy for it to be pulled off the wall.

Just then, another smile came upon my face. I tried to reach for the pipe, trying to get a good grip of it. But then.....I saw light....

'Freddy.'

I knew it was him, he was looking this way. So, I quickly pulled my hand away and bit my lip hard as I waited. The moment he looked away, I reached my hand for the pipe again. Once I got a good grasp I tugged on it but it didn't seem to budge. I frowned, and tugged on the old pipe more and after a few tugs---- it finally came off.

"Finally, something to defend myself with...." I softly mumble with a soft smile. A pipe mighht not have been much, but at least I had something to defend myself with.

I then bit my lip hard, trying not to get scared as I kknew now that I had to jolt for the door and Freddy would be right behind me. I bit my lip more, trying to give myself adrenaline and once I did that---- I jolted for the door, but it didn't take long for heavy footsteps to come straight behind me. I quickly tried to reach for the door but Freddy grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me back with a slight growl.

I looked at him---- in those blue dead eyes of his......and he stared back at me as I felt the scratchy---- blood stained fur on my skin and felt the metal underneath it. Not really knowing this to be expected though, he just opened his mouth slowly, a weird black liquid coming out---- dripping from his teeth and bottom lip---- it disgusted me, and not really just from the sight of it, from the smell of it. It smelled like someone just died in his mouth, as though a body had been rotting in him for years upon no end.

It made me gag, and I tightly clutched down on the pipe---- debating whether I should probably use it or not. But deciding to try to get out of his grasp first, I took my arm away from him doing it more and more and more but the more I did it---- the tighter the grip got.

Frustrated, I gritted my teeth and bashed his head in with the pipe. He did some type of weird screech or scream that hurted my ears and he quickly let me go and fell back with a huge metal thud. As though a giant piece of metal just fell to the ground.