Friday, September 22, 2017

Friday Scary Story, September 22, 2017 The Ghost Under the Bed

Some people see me. Most don't.

But... they can all feel me.

Because I bite.
I bite until they bleed.

I can't stop myself.

I eat them. I don't know why. Don't ask! I won't say!

Yes, I'll tell you.

Because it pleases me. It's what they deserve. They're free. I 'm not. I'm stuck. They're not.

I start when they're asleep. I start on their fingers that hang off the bed. Tantalizing me. Taunting me. Laughing at me...

Have you felt me? Do you know me?

I know you.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Get Out. OMG. Movie night.

Have you seen Get Out?

It's brilliant.

Were you stressed out watching it?

I was!

So. What would you do? When would you do it? The first time something didn't seem right?

We must learn from the horror that we see.

I think we should have plans in our brains in case this happens to us or someone we love. Share the knowledge if you think of some great ways to get out before it's too late.

Pass it on...

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Train to Busan. Zombies. Movie night.

Wow. I watched Train to Busan last night. Have you seen it? I was hooked in the first few minutes with the deer scene. How could a zombie movie person turn away? Even if you don't watch zombie movies, you might start now. I will never forget it. What scene affected you the most? Did you cry? I did.

So, what would you do? How would you survive? Would you give up or would you fight?

#zombies #TrainToBusan #emotionalwreck

Sunday, March 12, 2017



They should make you smile.  Feel good.

But, I feel sick.  I feel crazy.

I've felt something has been next to me, against me, close to me, for the last week.  But, when I look, there's nothing there.

I didn't know what to do, so I took pictures.

I grabbed my phone, and began taking selfies.  I took one in every room of the house.

I'm not alone.

There was something behind me.  It's in every photo.  A dark shadow of a person.

I'm scared.  It's 3:00 am in the morning.  I've been up all night.  I felt the shadow behind me.  I felt it getting closer.

It's here right now.  It's breathing on my neck.  I can feel it's icy breath.  I can smell it's putrid stench.

I just took another selfie.

It's not a shadow any more.  It's a man.  His head is close to mine. He's looking at me.  I know him.  He's the man that killed my mother.

He's been dead for ten years.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Tell me... What scares you?

      Tell me my friend... What are you afraid of?

      What fills your mind with pressure and fear?

      Is it made by a human, or is it a human?

Friday, December 23, 2016

Is this what will happen in a Nuclear War? What will we do?

Four minutes.

It takes four minutes for the train I ride to go through the tunnel.

At minute three, I knew something was wrong.

The train lost power. It went pitch black.  It kept rolling, and stopped just outside the tunnel entrance.

Not a word was spoken from the twenty or so of us in the train.

Deafening silence.

The world is blanketed in thick layers of grey powder.

The surrounding forest is nothing but rows of bare trunks sticking out of the ground like coarse hair.  No life.  Nothing.

The passengers all scrambled out.  Fighting.  Frantic.

I refused to move.

I don't know where the other passengers went, but I know where they are now.  They don't look right.  There is bubbly red foam dripping from their noses and mouths.  One of them is chewing on a small hand.  Another one, has long blond hair hanging from a piece of skin in his mouth.

They're scratching to get in.

They're leaving pieces of skin on the windows.

What do I do?

What do we do?

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Candle Maker

There was an old woman who lived in the woods...

Stories were told that she collected your bones.

She used your fat for candle wax, and set your head on stones.

Never, ever go into the woods... or you'll never come home.