Collection Of Scary Stories

Collection Of Scary Stories: Part 19

Razor Mouth

Have you ever had the feeling that you were being watched from the darkness? Do you live out in the middle of nowhere, where even if everything was normal, everything would still be creepy as hell? Well, both of those go for me, and when I looked out my window one night, I regretted ever moving to this god forsaken brick shack on top of this wooded hill… All around my house, the trees are so thick that if you were to go out during the night, you would most likely be lost until sunrise. Or even worse, you would find one of the many bogs around my home, and you would get sucked to the bottom, never to be heard from again. After seeing this “thing” that I couldn’t ever formulate a name for (at the time), I realized what most likely laid underneath all of muck and leaves.

Things like this shouldn’t ever be put into this world… I’m a kid that likes fantasy, and would trade most of my real life for a good game of pokemon or yugioh any day. But this bit of fantasy? It made me want to end it all, and just get away forever.

One night, laying in bed, I happened to roll over to where I was facing the window.  Eyes still closed, I began to hear a scratching noise at my window. As I opened my eyes, I saw something that I could never erase from my memory. A face that was as white as snow, but it held no real features, except for a line where its mouth should be, a hollowed out spot where its nose should be, and 2 lines where its eyes should be. Those lines that it held as its eyes ripped open like lightning, revealing to me two blank white orbs. I ran from my room as soon as my feet hit the floor. I slept in the bathtub.

The next day, I told my mom that I wanted curtains. She took a few days to fulfill my request, so the bathtub became my bed. It always sucked whenever the tub was still wet from an early morning shower. I soon learned to wipe up the water before laying down. Once mom finally put my midnight black curtains up, I went back to sleep in my room.

MISTAKE.

I slept for one night in there, but when I heard a child’s laughter, I ran like hell. Nothing could make me go back to that room for at least a week. Finally, I worked up the courage to go back to my room after about 8 or 9 days. I slept with my back facing the window. About 3 weeks after re-entering my room since I had gotten over the creepy laughter incident, I heard a crash in my room in the middle of the night. I made the mistake of looking over towards the window where the crash came from.

The curtains had blown open thanks to an AC vent, and knocked an action figure off of a shelf. How the curtains had that much strength was beyond me, but I wasn’t concerned with the curtains as much as I was concerned with the thing behind the curtain.
That wretched face looked at me, as if staring straight into my soul with its blank eyes. I ran from my room once again, and when I got into the bathtub and closed the shower curtain, I heard a shriek, as if the laughing child from before was being stabbed. I slept in the bathtub all the way up until my 17th birthday party. The night after my party, I went to my room, and promptly clothes-pinned my curtains shut. Nothing was getting to me that night. Or so I thought…

Around 2:00 A.M. I awoke with a fright. My stereo started to blare at its maximum volume, and the thing that played on the stereo scared the life out of me.

At the end of a “My Chemical Romance” song off of their album “Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge” their is the sound of a girl’s laughter. That was all that played. Over. And Over. And Over. I took the CD out of the stereo, broke it clean in half, and began to look for my lighter so that I could burn the pieces… That’s when I noticed it.

The curtains.

Clothes-pins everywhere.

And the AC had just kicked on.