Horror Stories

In this competition you must write something scary, that will scarethe shitout of a 11 year old kid

Bastard Bluebottles


and I know them bastard bluebottles
are getting ready to attack
I've heard them
talking 'bout crawling up my nose
in my ears and my mouth

Haha!

I've a trick or two up my sleeve
they'll not take me so easily
and if they do manage to get past
the army of spiders sworn to protect me
they'll have a hard time surviving
the two tins of fly-spray
I'll be inhaling tonight

if I could just find that portal
the mirror said was behind me
I'd be gone far from here anyway
to wherever it takes me

not sure  
I fully trust that mirror though
it's lied to me so many times before
like the time it said I could leave
and no one would hurt me

bastard mirror

bastard bluebottles

bastard spiders will probably attack
soon as they get the bluebottles out of the way
that won't be for a while though
because there's still lots of meat
on the body in my bedroom.



Not really that scary, but fk it there ya go

These god damn goblins come to attack me
Eat every limb and ravage me.
They seek the blood of the good
for its theyre purpose in the goblin hood

They'll grab an axe and cut into your brains
they slurp up that mush using your veins! They
travel in packs because its easier to kill for
the goblins blood hungry need their thrill.

You better go hide for the goblin seek you
and you should believe that they will eat you
I would think twice because these goblins will eat you.
Theyll take a dull cleaver and chop your leg off just
to use your head and play goblin golf!

You cannot out runs these goblins for they are
fast and once they devour you, your a thing
of the past. The goblin river runs red
full of those who are dead. They love to
fill the goblin cup and as always they drink it up!

For now these goblins have beat you and as always
THEY WILL DEFEAT YOU

The Outcast

Eric kept mostly to himself. Other children didn't like to play with him, but he didn't care. Instead he used to go into the woods and collect frogs.  
   
He never had to look for them. They came to him. He used to pretend he was their king. He imagined he looked like them. But not really like them... He was bigger and a lot more dangerous.  
   
Eric did quite well in school even though he seemed strange to others. Occasionally someone tried to bully him but it wasn't any fun. He just stood there without any reaction.    
   
Afterwards, he used to stand in the schoolyard and stare at those who had tried to bully him. Although they didn't admit it, this made the bullies afraid. Eric's look was so strange. Empty, cold and...dead.  
   
Eric knew he was different, but didn't have any words for what he was. He figured he must have been adopted, because his parents wasn't like him.  
   
In the night time he was under the water. He swam swiftly and skillfully. His destination was a sunken city. A city with buildings very unlike those on earth.  
   
Dark and chaotic structures, with a geometry that would have been impossible to depict on paper. These dreams would have made most people wake up screaming, but not Eric. Instead, he was sad the dream was over.  
   
One night the dream didn't end. Suddenly Eric was outside the place he lived, but everything was different. The sky was completely black and alien stars shone there.  
   
In front of him were the beach and the ocean. Cliffs towered at the sides and all was shadows and silver grey. The ocean was calling him. He looked at his feet, and noticed the webbing between his toes.  
   
Into the sea, into the darkness he threw himself. Finally he was coming home.    
 

Poor little baby are you afraid of the dark?
Let me sing you a lullaby,
The monster in your closet wants to eat your eyes,
The shadow in the corner is plotting it's demise,
The phantom of the dreams filled your dream catcher with lies,
Poor little baby are you afraid of the dark?

Poor little baby did I make you cry?
Let me sing you a lullaby,
Tears are your corruption of the greatest kind,
Showing your weakness like a scream in the night,
Making you the prey for any carnivorous type,
Poor little baby did I make you cry?

Poor little baby have I killed you dead?
Let me sing you a lullaby,
The knife in my hand seems shining kind of red,
Your eyes stare at the sky rolling to the top of your head,
No remorse in my dead heart or tears I shed,
Poor little baby have I killed you dead?

Ta da. a lame poem i wrote a bit ago.
when I was 11 I wasn't scared of any shit coz I was too dimwitted to figure out what was so scary. good luck in your search for terror, love. i doubt it shall work oh so well.

The Sandbox



I wouldn't see her every time
When I went out to play;
But sensed her stench if she were near
And loathed her foul decay.

She always wore a dirty dress,
And never seemed to grow;
But who she was, or how she died,
I doubt I'll ever know.

Sometimes she'd try to talk to me
In ways I thought were kind.
While other times she'd take to me
With terror on her mind.

It's when she'd say to follow her
To find forever shade;
Would hear the madness in her eyes
And knew to be afraid.

Once when thought to be alone
While digging in the sand,
I heard her scratching from beneath
Then felt her clammy hand.

But when I tried to get away
She dug into my skin;
And since that day, I've yet to play
In any sand again.

-Needless Revenge-

I loved her
I really did,
But she betrayed me.
And because she betrayed me,
She has to pay!

I went to her house that dark, dark night
The one night that even the demons from the hell wouldn’t come to earth
It’s the one night that neither the almighty god
Nor the almighty devil can or will touch me
For my fury burns all around me

I went to her house while she was playing with her new boy toy
I slipped into the back yard
And in through the back window with ease
She nor her boy saw or heard me coming for them

Within seconds they are unconscious
I drag their limp bodies down the stairs
Thump, thump, thump
Their heads bounce off the stairs
I tie their hands to the poles in the ceiling
I tie them so that they face each other

I get my knife, set it on the table
I throw ice water onto their bodies
As soon as she sees me her face morphs into inhuman hatred
I look her in the eyes and tell her "watch"
"You should enjoy this"
I grab the knife and throw it at her boy

He screams a scream that the Banshee's would be scared of
I rip the knife down
Nearly ripping his arm off in the process
Blood gushes out and covers my hand and the floor
She looks disgusted, I’m happy, but still hungry for revenge
I cut his bonds
He is still screaming
He looks at me and freezes, and says "w-what are you?"
I say your worst nightmare
I jump on top of him and punch him 1, 2, 3, 10 times in rapid succession
I disembowel his other arm
Rip his legs free from his body
Then I rip out his heart and put it in Her mouth
I cut her down and push her to her knees
I cut off her head, and watch her dead body spasm
I lay down in the red pool of death that I created
I fall into endless dreams of sweet bloody bliss

I love Needless Revenge

Cadaver  Re-animate    

Church bells
and pitched roof of slate
in silence after they rang
a train went through a burial gate
a bird broke forth and sang.
tombstones anticipate
the rising of dead man
a rumbling underground  
of shake
the drum begins to pound .


Remnant flesh
begins to stretch  
as ancient sinues
re-connect
repulsive tissue
of thread bare
stuck onto skulls
with wisps of hair  .


Cadaver  re-animate
with a snapping , gristle sound
empty socket skulls awake
boney hands claw the ground
they scratch and scrape
the damp streets late
with gutteral , corpse , throat sound
looking for a life to take
with dragging steps unbound .