"Come on don't be a wuss, Kara," he told me.
"This doesn't seem like a good idea Johnny," I replied.
He ignored my statement, and swept away the cobwebs covering the porch. Reluctant, I stood on the pathway before deciding to go in with him. It was already a bad idea going into this haunted asylum, but letting Johnny go alone into this, was an even worse idea.
The door gave a high-pitched creak as he slowly pushed the door open. A soft thud was heard as the door had opened all the way. Johnny without a care, strode into the building. I followed behind, skeptical of what was to come.
I could tell already, things we're going to go wrong. And they did.
Halloween night of '98 was a night I would never forget.
But, boy oh boy. What a bad idea that was!
As night came, we walked to the asylum. Passing the small trick-or-treaters in costumes, I said my goodbyes to them in my head. I had a feeling I might not ever seem them again. But I shook of my fear, and continued going forward to the eerie building.
15 minutes later and there we were. Walking along the wrought iron fence surrounding the property, we came to the entrance, making our way to the front of the building. We came to a stop at the end of the path. Johnny and I stood in front of the asylum, taking it all in. It was covered in overgrown vines, and cobwebs. Of course to add to the spooky feeling, the wind blew through the nearby trees, creating the sound of a low howl.
"Let's go in!" Johnny exclaimed.
"Hm. Yeah. Let's just go into the spooky haunted asylum. Greatttt idea." I responded, with a sprinkle of sarcasm in my voice.
"Come on don't be a wuss, Kara," he told me.
"This doesn't seem like a good idea Johnny," I replied.
He ignored my statement, and swept away the cobwebs covering the porch. Reluctant, I stood on the pathway before deciding to go in with him. It was already a bad idea going into this haunted asylum, but letting Johnny go alone into this, was an even worse idea.
The
door gave a high-pitched creak as he slowly pushed the door open. A
soft thud was heard as the door had opened all the way. Johnny without a
care, strode into the building. I followed behind, skeptical of what
was to come.
As soon as we were inside, the door slammed shut. I turned at the noise, as I saw the door close.
"JOHNNY. I told you this wasn't a good idea!" I yelled.
I turned back around, Johnny nowhere to be found.
"Johnny?
No respone.Then I heard a voice. "Help me."
"Johnny! Is that you?"
No response again.
I ran to the door, attempting to open it. The handle wouldn't budge. LOCKED. Awesome.
I looked around and decided to go down the hallway to my right. There was a flashlight on the floor and I figured it might help so I picked it up. Turning it on, it brightly shone its light down the eerie hallway. I took small steps down the hall looking for Johnny and a way out. I heard noises coming from the room three doors down on my left. Skeptical, I walked to the door, and stood in front of it. Grabbing the handle, I slowly opened the door.
Inside there was a small chair in the corner with a teddy bear sitting on it.
A child stood there. Staring at me. "Help me," she said.
"What do you need help with? What's wrong?" I asked
"He killed me here. It's not safe. Run while you still can," she spoke with a dead look in her eyes.
"He? Who is he?.... Wait. You're dead?" I responded.
"It's too late. He knows you're here. He has your friend." Vanishing into thin air, I was left alone standing in the cold, creepy room.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there a man stood. He had no face; he was the embodiment of evil.
Gripping my shoulder, he stuck the knife into my lower back. Blood oozed from my back, staining my white shirt. He said nothing. Taking out the knife, he began to repeatedly stab me. Screaming in pain and agony, there was nothing I could do. I fell to the floor. Finding a candlestick on the floor, I impaled it into his head, causing him to fall on his back. I got up as fast as I could and ran down the hallway of the asylum.
Clutching at some of my wounds, I could hear the voices as I limped down the blood stained hallways. "You should have stayed away." "No one can ever escape." "He always finds you." I made my way all the way to the end of the hall. I was cut off. This was the end. He inched closer to me, and stabbed me once more, before I fell to the ground once more, my eyes slowly shutting
Inside there was a small chair in the corner with a teddy bear sitting on it.
A child stood there. Staring at me. "Help me," she said.
"What do you need help with? What's wrong?" I asked
"He killed me here. It's not safe. Run while you still can," she spoke with a dead look in her eyes.
"He? Who is he?.... Wait. You're dead?" I responded.
"It's too late. He knows you're here. He has your friend." Vanishing into thin air, I was left alone standing in the cold, creepy room.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there a man stood. He had no face; he was the embodiment of evil.
Gripping my shoulder, he stuck the knife into my lower back. Blood oozed from my back, staining my white shirt. He said nothing. Taking out the knife, he began to repeatedly stab me. Screaming in pain and agony, there was nothing I could do. I fell to the floor. Finding a candlestick on the floor, I impaled it into his head, causing him to fall on his back. I got up as fast as I could and ran down the hallway of the asylum.
Clutching at some of my wounds, I could hear the voices as I limped down the blood stained hallways. "You should have stayed away." "No one can ever escape." "He always finds you." I made my way all the way to the end of the hall. I was cut off. This was the end. He inched closer to me, and stabbed me once more, before I fell to the ground once more, my eyes slowly shutting
I woke up.
"What a nightmare!" I said.
"Nightmare?"
I shot straight up as I heard the voice. It was the little girl in my nightmare.
Confused at first, I brushed it off and answered, "Yeah, but what am I doing taking to a hallucination?"
"I'm not a hallucination, and neither is he." she replied pointing to the figure casting from the hallway light.
I turned towards the figure. It was him. Looking down at the bed, I found myself lying in a puddle of blood.
"EHEEHEEHEEHEE. YOU'RE MINE NOW." The man with no face said.
Then everything went black.
This story was so creepy and it didn't have a "predictable plot" like most scary stories. The fact that she got stabbed, multiple times and still tried to escape adds to the creepy factor because it shows how desperate she was to survive. "He had no face; he was the embodiment of evil." That line made it so easy to picture this man/evil thing. This whole story was so creepy and super great. I know now to never go into an old asylum! ;)
ReplyDeleteWoah. Just imagining this... *shivers*. Her scarasm was a nice touch, made it more realistic.
ReplyDeleteI like it. Nice job. I thought it was interesting how you had her wake up and that the little ghost girl and the faceless man were still there. I feel like in scary stories like this that the victim was found and taken to the hospital and wake up with family around, so I like how yours is different.
ReplyDeleteI also like the detail about the teddy bear in the chair in the girl's room. It seems to add something, like its supposed to be nice and sweet but its kinda creepy too.
Good job again.
The Bart gif is adorable. My son is on a huge Simpsons kick right now and has hundreds of episodes on the DVR. I latched on to the line, "I responded, with a sprinkle of sarcasm in my voice," thinking how I often I do that myself (or want to!). I like your tone, too--like "Johnny, over here," and the yeah, okay feel of the title.
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