Compilation of Creepy Stories

Black is the Color

One night, Wilma Andersen was leaving a party and walking back to her car. When she turned the corner onto a dimly-lit street, she swiveled her head nervously from side to side, trying to peer through the darkness. She started berating herself for turning Russell down when he offered to walk her back to her car.

The whole time she was at the party, Russell had clung to her and ruined any chance she had of attracting the attention of Kenneth Paulson. At the end of the party, she had been so busy trying to get rid of Russell that she hadn't thought about how dark and scary the streets were at this time of night.

This was not a part of town she visited very often and she certainly never came her after dark. It was a run-down industrial area, with a lot of empty, dilapidated buildings. Not even one light burned in the windows and there were no street lamps. The streets were lined with deserted warehouses and overgrown lots, where the skeletons of burned-out or crumbling buildings poked their heads out of the brambles and long grass. The broken panes in the windows of the deserted buildings were gaping holes, revealing an inner darkness more black than the moonless night outiside.

As she passed the old furniture mill, Wilma's heart skipped a beat when she saw what looked like an inky black shadow slink out of one of the gaping holes on the bottom floor windows and slither down the side of the building. She quickened her pace, glancing back to see if the shadow was following her. When she reached the corner, she was so busy looking over her shoulder that she stumbled on the curb.

She steadied herself and looked around, hoping to see her little blue car parked on the other side of the street, but it was nowhere in sight. She glanced up at the street sign. She'd parked at the corner of Stack Street and Teakwood. Just then, she heard a faint noise behind her and turned her head, her eyes search the shadows, but she couldn't see anything in the brambles or on the sidewalk. She realized that the darkness surrounding her could easily hide someone until they were literally right next to her.

Wilma cursed her luck. Why had she parked so far away? She had given her friend, Claudia, a ride to the party. If Claudia were with her right now, it would be okay, she thought. Two people are always safer than one when walking on dark streets like this at night.

Wilma's thoughts returned to the party. Earlier that evening, Claudia had met a handsome college boy at the party. When Wilma was about to leave, this boy - his name was Norm something - had volunteered to drive Claudia home later on. Claudia had taken Wilma aside and confided to her that she felt a real connection to this boy, something she'd never felt before and that maybe, just maybe, he was her true love. She told Wilma that he was going to take her to his frat house Halloween party. Wilma had felt a pang of anger and jealousy.

During the party, Russell was constantly holding onto her arm. She kept trying to shake him loose, but he kept coming right back. She thought she'd finally lost him, when she went to the restroom. On the way, she was thrilled to run into Kenneth Paulson, her heartthrob of the moment. They'd actually managed to say hello and make some smalltalk. When Kenneth looked at her with his lopsided smile, her heart had melted and she had been at a loss for words.

Then, Russell had come bounding over, grabbed Wilma's arm, and said, "There you are. I thought you'd gotten lost!"

Kenneth immediately lost interest in Wilma and pushed past them into the crowded living room. Wilma watched him join the others on the dancefloor and had tried to go after him, but Russell had a tight grip on her arm. Losing her temper, she turned and slapped Russell full in the face. He let go of her arm then, a shocked look on his face. Wilma surged through the crowd, looking for Kenneth, but he was already talking to another girl. That was when she decided it was time to go home.