Five Short Stories Of Horror

 

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It’s cold in here...


It’s finally winter, my favourite season of the year, the time where everybody gets together and prepares for Christmas a time to spend with family. However the reason I love winter is because I get to go to my snow lodge in the forest and spend my time there. It’s been a yearly thing I tend to do now every winter but never seem to see my family they’re always “busy” on trips and cruises and since I’m an only child my parents are literally the only family I’ve got so I’m always alone every Christmas it sounds sad when you say it like that but I like it that way it’s a time for me to reflect what I’ve done in the year and a time to relax after everything that’s happened. I have a usual routine for the first few days which is collect firewood and stock up on food and movies that I’ll be watching over the festive holidays. After that period I end up getting comfy and finally enjoying my time off everything, never have I ever been bothered nor made worried about anything it’s the safest place on Earth until recently....


I hear a faint sound echo through the woods it sounded like a question like it was a person trying to ask me something. So I grab all my gear and wrap up and head out towards the sound. As I get closer to the sound I get more frequent shivers down my spine but for some reason my body isn’t listening to me and is carrying on as I get to about a foot away from the source I see clearly what it is....there is a girl inside a snowman frozen still saying “can I come in?”, “it’s a bit cold in here, your place looks warm inside afterall you have the space you are alone”. My body suddenly reconnects itself with my brain and I’m able to run somehow this girl managed knock on my door and shout miles away from the house even though the knocking was persistent half a second I opened the door and also had time to put herself in a snowman however....she had no arms other than twigs...like a snowman...blood was everywhere she might have been in danger?! Did I just run away from a victim and possibly let her die?! Maybe but she didn’t shout help me I’m in danger she just shouted “can I come in?””it’s a bit cold in here, your place looks warm inside afterall you have the space you are alone” as I’m locking every possible entrance and room I keep thinking about what She said why would she say that?! I black out, don’t know how long or how but when I woke up I couldn’t feel anything the shivers down my spine was stronger than ever. I was inside a snowman...frozen still, watching the same girl I saw before in my cabin...... with my arms.......

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It’s not me...


So it’s my first job at Disney land and I work as a ride operator mainly on small world. The jobs easy you load people on, make sure they’re all safe and properly locked into the ride and you go and send them off at the control panel in the booth. In the booth you also get cameras that show most of the ride and all of the carts the people are in, for safety reasons, however some of the people that get on don’t get off....now I’ve been working here for three months now and it’s been a regular occurrence, it happens mainly to kids and for some reason the parents don’t ask where their children are! I may not be a parent but if my child is missing I wouldn’t stop until I find them. Anyways I report it to my superiors and I get threatened and told to leave it Disney obviously don’t want no one to know about their rides being haunted..


One kid who was on his own as it was the last ride went missing and never came out. And seeming it was the last ride and we were about to close we had to go and investigate I asked one of the maintenance guys to tag along. We walk through the whole track four times and nothing no sign of him, both of us are bewildered as there’s no way he went another way out of the ride early before we could see him on cctv but we can’t do nothing but to report yet another missing person in the small world ride. As we make our way back to the entrance of the ride we hear a slight chuckle...I ask the guy with me if he heard it too and he nods his head in fear as we both wished we didn’t. A clutter and clacking noise echoed throught the ride and out came a cart towards us we made sure all carts were put away and everything was shut off before we entered so we thought it might be a prank but we realised we were the last guys in the park and we have the keys to the power so there’s no way someone is pranking us. I shout “is anybody there?!”...even the echoes were shortly lived as silence fell upon the whole park. And then a childish whisper replied with “only if you get on”... me and my friend are frozen for a second and didn’t know what to do but we thought if we just play along with this kid who’s obviously smart enough to do this we might just get him out of that ride and call it a day.


We hop in the cart and it automatically starts to move weirdly,  it made a sound like the cart was going on it’s own like it was gaining the traction of no electricity and brakes were applied. The more I pat attention to everything that’s happening the more I’m confused as to how this is happening I finally get to the end of the ride not really remembering most of it and as I look to my left my friend, the maintenance guy is not there..........as I’m sat there in shock a thump behind me I look over and see that the maintenance guy is still with me but his body is slounched over, as I push him up....the body of this missing kid embraced inside the guys ribage like an undeveloped baby in a womb...I notice there’s a note in the guys mouth as I grab it his lifeless jaw drops like there’s not even a soul inside. The note is written in blood and says “well done you found me”. As I reconnect with the world I realise that there’s a bunch of police shouting commands at me and is arresting me for two murders I didn’t commit..or at least I can’t remember I did....as they put me in the back of the car all I can seem to say is “it’s not me” like I’m trying to reassure myself I didn’t do it like there’s some doubt like there may be a possibility that I may have killed them both as were leaving the park I look behind me and see through the window the same boy that went missing...looking alive and well saying words that I could just about read from his lips...”it’s not me”. 

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The lake

 

It’s 1922 15th May I’m making my way to my grandmas with a friend, my grandma lives in Dallas right by white rock lake and to get there, there is a bridge and they say it’s haunted but only the elderly in those parts believe that stuff. I get to the bridge, still looks old and wrecked and possibly not even stable but it’s a risk worth taking if it means getting to grandmas house and being fed just cookies and home cooked meals every two hours. As I drive closer to the bridge the radio starts to static as I barely can understand it and make out what it was trying to say after a few seconds the static begins to clear up and I can finally understand what it was saying the radio wheezes out “go back.......turn around” I stop the car and look over to my friend who is just as shocked as I am without even asking I just put all my force into the pedal and drive as fast as possible over the bridge ignoring the creepy warning from the radio and making it to grandmas house. We rush inside as we’re still a bit creeped out but after a few minutes with grandmas cookies and we’re fine as if it never happened. We end up watching some movies, bake, play games, and sing along at grandmas bingo night all ended with a sleep over it was the best time ever...


or so it would have been...you see we didn’t actually make it across that bridge....nor did the driver who was first telling this story she ended up slamming through the bridges side diving into the lake as the lake was known for past boats being sunk after a few mishaps with faulty engineering and this lake used to be a popular fishing place you can imagine the amount of scrap at the bottom of it all...and through the driver...a metal strut striked through her chest and impaling her to the seat of the car. As I get out of the car all I can hear as I’m swimming up to the top for air is the muffled and liquid enhanced sound of my friend screaming for her life and to this day I still hear her in my dreams as if she still is screaming at the bottom of white rock lake....


After the incident they rebuilt the bridge and made it more safe for passage. As you pass the bridge they say you can see her in her white drenched clothing looking like a soaked sponge with her liquid black hair covering her face like a shroud made by the grim reaper himself. They say as you pass her she gives you the sign meaning she needs a lift to get across the bridge once and for all....

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Ever burning flame...

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It was just a check in

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