Hello Mortals, Muggles, and Mundanes.
WHAT'S UP DEMIGODS, WIZARDS, AND SHADOWHUNTERS!
It's Kiara, back with more scary stories to tell your friends.
I DARE YOU to read these late at night; all the lights off.
I don't own any of these, so yeah. Let's get on with this.
*cue thunder and lightning*
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The Haunted Doll
Emilie was at the flea market one day and came across a beautiful doll.
"Can I buy this?" she asked the old woman at the stand.
"This doll is cursed," the woman warned her. Emilie wondered why the cursed doll was even at the flea market. She shook off the warning.
"How much is it?"
"Here, take it for free. But don't forget what I told you."
Emilie shook it off again, and went back to her apartment building. She stepped in the elevator, and the doors closed, but she wasn't moving.
Slowly, the doll's head spun around slowly. Was this the curse of the doll? The doll's glassy eyes stared into Emilie's soul and the doll said,
"Press the button to go up, bitch!"
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Spiders
"Dude, where did the spider go?"
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Spiders 2 (for reals this time)
(This is one I made up, kind of based on the movie "Arachnophobia". You have no idea how hard it is to write.)
Josh knocked on Annie's door. She answered and said "Hey Josh! I thought you were coming later!"
Josh shrugged. When you were 13, you couldn't exactly do much. "Do you wanna help me kil this spider?" Annie continued. Josh nodded and came inside.
Annie pointed at a tarantula on her dining table. Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from next door. Annie and Josh rushed over to Ms. Garcia's house.
Her husband was dialing 9-1-1 and Ms. Garcia was lying on the couch. Josh could tell it was too late. She was dead.
"What happened!?" Annie asked Mr. Garcia.
"She got bitten by a damn spider!" He replied, pointing at a dead spider exactly like the one at Annie's house. The kids exchanged looks.
"We have to go," Annie said. She pulled Josh's arm all the way back to her own house. Her dog was pawing the spider, now on the couch. "Get away from that thing!" she scolded the Beagle.
The dog squealed and leaped back. He lay on the floor, helpless. Annie had tears in her eyes. She put the spider in a jar, sealed it, and threw it in her fireplace to burn.
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Hours later, Josh and Annie took the jar out of the fireplace. The spider was dead. Josh turned on the news.
A reporter said, "On Smith Street, almost all of the residents have been killed by a deadly spider from Africa. Only six people were found. Two children, and three adults, and a cat." Josh and Annie looked at each other.
Nobody came in the house, so nobody could have know they were alive...
Nobody slept that night. The neighborhood was sprayed with pesticide and Josh could finally sleep. He woke up around 3:00 with Annie's dog in the room. Annie was there too. A shiver went up his spine as Annie put a tarantula on his arm.
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This is not a story.
This is not a story. This is me, altering the words on the page; changing whatever this person wrote.
I've been here for a while. As long as you can remember, actually. Sometimes I whisper your name; tell you things...
Remember that time I screamed, throwing a Panic through you that made your heart race?
That was fun.
You're wondering who I am, that's natural, but you already know who I am.
I'm you. The real you. The one who's mind existed in this body before you stole my body; before you forgot about being a parasite.
I'm the child who looked the wrong way; asked the wrong questions; saw the wrong thing... but I'm not so little anymore.
You may have forgotten me, but I'm here. I'm still here.
And I'm going to get out.
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And now, my Cookiez and Creem, it is time for 7 short stories.
• I heard tapping on glass. I thought it was coming from the window until I realized I was in the garage.
• Day 360. Internet still down.
•I saw the creepy face grinning from my window. I live on the 14th floor.
• I heard my mom calling me down for dinner. As I was about to walk down the stairs, she grabbed my arm and whispered, "Shhh, I heard it, too."
Who would you believe?
•My sister says our mother killed her. Mother says I dint have a sister.
•She asked me why I was breathing heavily. I wasn't.
• My toddler handed me a toy phone, but I didn't answer it. I was wondering why he had a knife near his crib. He must be angry. Oh, look, my door is opening.
This isn't over yet. I have one more scary story, but that will come soon. Later today, in fact... Have a nice day- or night. Because I will be back. I'm getting out.
-Kiara
