Spookyness

A "Few" Short Stories ~.'4'.~

Credit to Sassanach36

Something is killing all the rabbits in our neighborhood. The little skeletons picked clean of flesh and organs litter the woods and lawns of houses. No one has seen a rabbit in months now.

Something is killing all the dogs and cats in the neighborhood. No skeletons have been found, just tufts of fur and smears of blood. No one has seen the beast and all hunts have been unsuccessful. In the end, there are no dogs and cats left in our entire town. People blame coyotes...but we haven't seen any of those either.

Something is killing cows and horses all over town. It is the same thing that killed the rabbits and the dogs and the cats and the coyotes. Now we are really scared. What kind of an animal can drag a horse away into the woods? Still we haven't found one body, not one. Just the same blood trails and bits of hyde. We all agree something has to be done.

Some of my neighbors are joining up to hunt the creature and end this nightmare.

I hope they are successful. I hope they are safe. But mostly I just hope they hurry.

I've started seeing missing children posters around town.

~Found on Pinterst:

My girlfriend from college had moved back to Denmark and I was back in California for the summer. We figured a good way to stay in touch would be Skype. One night a couple of weeks ago, we were Skyping and having a great conversation when I suddenly felt somethign wet on my foot, which was weird being at my desk.

My girlfriend watched me have a minor breakdown as I realized my foot was covered in blood. I got my dad to come in and take a look but we couldn't find anything that could have dripped blood onto my foot. I went to go wash it off, but was confused as I didn't seem to have any sort of cut.

So I decided to ignore it and went back to Skype, when my girlfriend asked me the single creepiest question I had ever heard.

"Who was that guy that walked out of your room when you went to go get your dad?"

My dad and I were the only ones home that night. . .

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I have the worst scarecrow in the world. I see it across my field, through the dense fields of crows that cirlce it. The birds have landed everywhere, picking and tearing at it. If they haven't destrpyed it by tonight, they will by morning. It is, without doubt, the worst scarecrow.

But, you must admit, it is the best place to hide a body.

~Credit to Ameh87

So I hate all kind of memos. Especially the ones on a post-it, you know, the sticky notes. It all started in my childhood with my mother. A sticky note on my lunchbox saying 'don't forget to eat all of your sandwiches!' Or the damn annoying one's in the laundry room 'please fold the laundry when the dryer turns off'. Like she was everywhere. Damn sticky notes, I hate them! Anyway, now it's been 15 years later and I'm living together with my boyfriend. And he does it too, leaving a stupid note everywhere. Just text me when you're home late, instead of sticking a note on the mirror! This morning, while I was making my breakfast, I noticed a note on the fridge. It seemed to be my mothers handwriting. That just made me furious, since my mother passed away. This was a sick joke. So I ran outside blinded by my emotions, desperately wanted to see my boyfriend. I crossed the street, and suddenly I saw her; my mother. Staring at me all worried. I slowly walked towards her, not knowing what to expect. 'Oh honey, I thought I told you not to leave the house today.' She said, and she sounds sad. So she holds my hand as we see my dead body, that just got hit by a car. I guess I didn't get the memo.