30 short stories based on the 30 wattpad genres
Since the stories don't carry on from each other, YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THEM IN ORDER :) You're welcome
*There is some swearing
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This genre is creepypasta, the writing prompt is above.
*Creepypasta is typically a short horror/ghost/scary story that's shared around on the internet like chainmail.
So now to the story:
Laughter flitted through the frigid wind as Kaya tried to find a place to hide. This was their 7th game of outdoor hide and seek today and Kaya's 5th time hiding. She spotted a dark warehouse around 20 metres away from where Penny was counting then decided to hide there, it would be out of the wind so hopefully warmer than out here in the thick forest.
Still laughing, Penny's counting dies away slowly the closer Kaya gets to the what looks abandoned warehouse. She darts inside then catches her breath and looks around. The door creaks close and locks without anyone touching it. It's probably just the wind or something, I'll be found quickly anyway then I can leave this place. Kaya thought.
Breathing in and out slowly as an attempt to calm herself down she looked around the place but all she can see are around 30 blinking scarlet lights. She noticed a faint beeping sound in the centre of the storehouse since she has nothing better to do, she walks to it to examine it. Pickles. It's a bomb.
Starting to panic, Kaya runs to the door, pulls and pushes of it but nothing happens except the door jiggling slightly. The only thing she can do now is to try and deactivate the bomb. There isn't a time limit around the bomb but it's best to assume the worst, sometimes.
Kaya runs to the centre of the store, crouches down beside the bomb and looks on it for a clue of any type. It was a combination that she needed. Little did she know there was a gangly man around 30 years older than her standing in one corner of the warehouse, just watching her trying to figure out the combination.
In frustration, Kaya throws the closest computer onto the ground and the screen separates from the shell of the computer. Kaya was only 16 and never showed an excelling academic level compared to the rest of her classmates so she assumed that she couldn't disable the bomb so screaming for help might be the best option.
She screamed until her throat throbbed in agony for her to stop and her lungs couldn't take it anymore. She curled up in a ball and started shaking uncontrollably with tears dripping from her tear ducts.
"No-one can hear your calls for help," says a man so dusty if you wiped a finger across one of his shallow cheeks you could see the fine line of where the dust meets his skin, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere him.
Kaya screamed with what was left of the oxygen inside the airtight warehouse, the mysterious man was making his way slowly out of the corner and towards her. He had both hands in his pockets, think eyebrows knitted together and some stray grey hair was speckled in his midnight black hair.
"Who are you, what do you want?" Kaya whispers in terror while failing to rise from the floor.
"What my name is is not your matter although you will soon find out what I want from you. Guess." His voice was as deep as thunder, his skin as light as ivory and his eyes as chilling as liquid nitrogen.
"Um..." She was caught off guard this was what he was waiting for, she looked around the room for clues of any type but could only see flashing ruby red lights. Sometimes the obvious is the answer.
"Sorry to interrupt you deep in thought but I have observed you aren't as smart as you look and (as you can see in this situation) you might need to at least be about to do your multiplication tables." His Delphic expression and tone unmistakable.
"I have been wanting you abandoned like this for a long time, well actually since we last met," he continues, "do you know when that was?" He waits impatiently for the reminiscence of last summer to come into her mind's eye.
"I... I don't recall." A dark curtain of recently washed locks hid Kaya's round face.
"I'll save you from thinking too hard and just cut to the point. You ran over me last summer holidays since then I've been suffering from uncountable injuries. You just drove off and left me with two broken ribs on the floor, bleeding out of my mouth and I'm almost certain that you knew that you ran over me. It's your time to suffer now but, unlike me, you only have to suffer for... " He looked at the inexpensive watch on his skinny wrist.
"27, 26, 25 seconds. But it really depends on if you die straight away when the bomb goes off." He looks back up to meet Kaya's dark widened eyes with a delight only a murderer could accomplish.
"What about you, aren't you going to die too?" This was the only thing Kaya could think of that might save her life, even if it was pathetic.
"Obviously, how long do you think I can survive with a recently severed hand." Eyes widening in horror, the man took out a handless wrist.
Still dripping with crimson blood and clearly recently cleaved from the rest of his weak body. Kaya screamed as loud as she could, all the walls shook and the man merely smiles maliciously.
"8. 7. 6. 5... " The countdown starts.
"4. 3. Say your goodbyes, Kaya." He laughed maniacally.
There was a sudden rustling and then a jiggling at the door, the lock popped off and Penny shouldered through the door. She scanned the room for Kaya and immediately locked eyes with the strange man who's covered in blood and a knee length, ebony black coat.
"Penny... we meet again." Penny's uncle smiles through black, rotting teeth.
Share on all your social media or the man will visit you on your next camping trip, the severed hand will choke you and his face will haunt you until your dying day.
Comment on this which genre I should do next. Sorry for making this into chainmail but it had to make it into the creepypasta genre. Hope you enjoyed :)
