A Collection of Scary Stories

        Drip, Tap

 It was 3:00 on a Sunday and I was calmly sitting in the old rocking chair on the porch like I always used to with my parents. I saw the clouds coming our way and pure terror washed over me. My body froze, and my breathing was shallow. The beating of my heart sped up and a warm liquid began to run down the side of my face and I heard someone screaming and lost control. The rain was pouring now and the screaming continued, I was still frozen, on the inside I was freaking out, to scared to think straight. After what seemed like hours the screaming stopped and I finally realized it was me who was screaming. The rain was slowing down and I was still rocking in the chair. By the time the rain had stopped all I heard was a tapping. It was very soft and sounded like someone was knocking on a wall constantly. Then I realized what was missing. The whole time I sat there screaming my parents never once came to check on me or comfort me. By that time the tapping grew louder and my neck started hurt. It felt like someone was strangling me but my breathing was fine. Then there was a dripping. Like a drop of water hitting the hard wood floor. Drip, tap, drip, tap, drip, tap. The sound of it grew louder, like it was right in my ear. The strangling around my neck got tighter and I finally found the courage to get up and see where the horrible sound was coming from. "Mommy, Daddy..." I said in a trembling voice. Once I reached the front door I saw the blood splattered on the floor and the door creaked open without me touching it. I started to shake uncontrollably but I continued to search for my parents. Once I got inside a rush of memories clouded my mind and the warm liquid started to run down my face again. The screaming, terror and pain on that rainy day. I was hanging from the ceiling, my feet tapping against the wall and the drip, drip, drip, of the blood from my eye on the hard wood floor. The optic cord was hanging from the hole in my face and the eyeball was sitting in a pool of blood on the floor. My parents were sitting on the couch, the top half of their heads torn off their jaw from the mouth. The top half of their heads were both hanging on a rope from the ceiling fan spinning slowly with a soft whoosh every time they spun around. As I stood there watching myself swing side to side softly tapping the wall each time my mouth hung open in shock, seeing my face frozen in a permanent scream. I touched my own face feeling the optic cord hang, sticking to my cheek making a squishing sound every time I touched it. A roll of thunder shook the thin walls of the small house, making my eye roll to the tip of a large boot belonging to my father. I smiled remembering every detail of that rainy night and slowly walked back to the rocking chair on the porch. The smile grew wider each time I heard the long, Creeeeeeeak, of the chair when I rocked. I looked down at my bloodied gown and looked back up, in my peripheral vision I saw my parents on each side of me. Both stoking my hair with one hand, in the other they held the top half of their head...

CREEEEEEEEAK.