Post by Nate2632 on Nov 28, 2003 0:23:26 GMT -5
My english teacher had us write a "spooky" story for halloween. I know its a little late, but its better now then never.
Post some of your own spooky, or regular storys here.
Devil's Night
With X’s on his hand, Dave was what you call a straight edge. No drugs or alcohol. He did this so he could learn more about himself and why he had committed such crimes just a few months ago. As he sat in his cell, he thought back to why he was there in the first place. “Six bodies have been found, and they are sure enough to find more.” thought Dave. “Well at least I got them, at least I am free.”
Dave was an outsider. He knew no one, but they all knew him. He would wear the most outrageous clothes to school. One day he wore a poncho, yet it wasn’t raining out side. In fact it was about 102 degrees. In class, he would only speak when the teacher called on him. Every day he would walk home on his crushed side walk, and upon entering the house, go straight to his room. Not many people knew what went on in Dave’s room, except his light would be on until the wee hours of the morning.
He didn’t have any friends, but he didn’t seem to mind. Give him a book, or some home work and he was happy.
The school year was just like any other school year. You would go to class, sit down, take notes, get the homework, and then leave. This was all routine for Dave, but towards Halloween, things started to get a little weird for him, and the people who knew him the best, his enemies and tormentors.
The first thing that happened was the school lock down. It happened in the middle of third period. A booming voice came from the loudspeaker with this announcement. “Teachers, immediately close and lock all entrances into the classroom. A student on campus is armed and dangerous. Please stay away from all windows. Do not let anyone inside of your classroom.” The reason this was so weird was Dave was using the restroom. He made his way towards the class room, but was ambushed by three odd looking security guards.
He felt his face and chest hit the floor before it even happened. They blindfolded him, picked him up and threw him into the back of a van. “Now listen up you FREAK, we don’t want to hurt you, so listen up. You are to steal a copy of the state exam, finish it, and show us the answers so we can pass the test. If you refuse, you will be seeing red. Clear?” “Crystal,” said Dave. They took him out and brought him back to his class, knocked on the window, and pointed to the teacher to let him back in. The took the blindfold off, and ran. He caught a glimpse of them as they ran. 8 teens who were about to get it.
The second thing that happened was he started to receive unwanted phone calls from they teens. “You better do it freak, or you will only see red” is what Dave heard from the other end. After 3 more derogatory calls, Dave decided he couldn’t take it. The phone rang and he picked it up, “Do it freak or we are gonna……..” “Shut up, you can take the test your self. I’m not gonna do it” “O.K. then, I hope you don’t like your throat, cause you won’t have to worry about them in a while.” “Expect a visit around 12:35!”
He hung up the phone and thought of what he had just done. “Now what am I supposed to do?” “Destroy them before they can destroy you,” said a voice in Daves head.
“O.K. then, what should I do?” Dave couldn’t believe he was talking to himself but that wasn’t the least of his worries right now. “Go set up traps, so when they try to attack you, you attack them first.”
He quickly ran to his garage, pulled out some wire, a shovel, some rope, a few boxes of nails and gasoline. He proceeded to the front yard and went to work quickly. It was 12:00 when Dave finished his dastardly plan. Everything was set up perfect, and he looked at his accomplishment proudly. He glanced down at his watch, and noticed that it was 12:16. “I better hurry up stairs.” said Dave. He sprinted to his room, and peered through his window, waiting for the prowlers to come around.
It seemed like eternity waiting for them, but 12:35 came, and just like the guy said, they were here. Dave watched as they approached his yard, and fell victim to his wretched scheme. There were two hanging by there feet from his tree, two had tried to run off, but were tripped by the wire, and landed face first in a pile of leaves and nails, but mostly nails. The other four had fallen into an 8 foot ditch that Dave had been working on for a while. He was gonna use it as part of a Halloween decoration, but thought this was a more suitable cause.
Dave quickly sprinted down the stairs, through the kitchen, grabbed a butcher knife and opened the front door. He casually walked to the death scene, and stared in amazement at his victims. “GET US OUT OF HERE!!!” screamed the kids in the pit. “Goodbye” said Dave. He walked over to the hanging “ornaments”. “I hope you don’t like your throat.” said Dave, and with that he let them see red. Next, he cut the ropes that held them up. There bodies fell to the floor, and he heard them gasping for breath. He then tossed the bodies into the ditch with the other 4 people. “Oh my gosh.” He heard a girl scream. “Stop it you freak. Let us out of here.” said a man. Dave starred at them in a way that cannot be described in simpler terms than, crazily. He bent down, and rolled the gasoline barrel that was hiding in the bushes over to the side of the ditch. He unscrewed the lid, and let the gas flow out like a busted water main. 10 gallons of gas rained on the victims. When it emptied, Dave kicked the barrel in and spoke. “Who’s the freak now?” And with that Dave light a match and flicked it in. The explosion caused Dave to fall down on the floor.
Suddenly, Dave remembered that he had two more people left. He walked over, and looked at there bloody faces. The nails were deep inside of them, and it looked like they had tried to rip some of them out. He swiftly carried the bodies one by one to the back yard. He had two holes already dug. He threw a body in each hole, and looked down. From six feet above, people look pretty small. He piled dirt on them. When he finished, he put the fire out, and went inside.
The foreman went up to the cell with two officers; hand cuffed him, and walked down the aisle to what the inmates called “Death Room.” The officers strapped him down. The “executioner” walked up and gave Dave a dose of poison. He was dead.
Post some of your own spooky, or regular storys here.
Devil's Night
With X’s on his hand, Dave was what you call a straight edge. No drugs or alcohol. He did this so he could learn more about himself and why he had committed such crimes just a few months ago. As he sat in his cell, he thought back to why he was there in the first place. “Six bodies have been found, and they are sure enough to find more.” thought Dave. “Well at least I got them, at least I am free.”
Dave was an outsider. He knew no one, but they all knew him. He would wear the most outrageous clothes to school. One day he wore a poncho, yet it wasn’t raining out side. In fact it was about 102 degrees. In class, he would only speak when the teacher called on him. Every day he would walk home on his crushed side walk, and upon entering the house, go straight to his room. Not many people knew what went on in Dave’s room, except his light would be on until the wee hours of the morning.
He didn’t have any friends, but he didn’t seem to mind. Give him a book, or some home work and he was happy.
The school year was just like any other school year. You would go to class, sit down, take notes, get the homework, and then leave. This was all routine for Dave, but towards Halloween, things started to get a little weird for him, and the people who knew him the best, his enemies and tormentors.
The first thing that happened was the school lock down. It happened in the middle of third period. A booming voice came from the loudspeaker with this announcement. “Teachers, immediately close and lock all entrances into the classroom. A student on campus is armed and dangerous. Please stay away from all windows. Do not let anyone inside of your classroom.” The reason this was so weird was Dave was using the restroom. He made his way towards the class room, but was ambushed by three odd looking security guards.
He felt his face and chest hit the floor before it even happened. They blindfolded him, picked him up and threw him into the back of a van. “Now listen up you FREAK, we don’t want to hurt you, so listen up. You are to steal a copy of the state exam, finish it, and show us the answers so we can pass the test. If you refuse, you will be seeing red. Clear?” “Crystal,” said Dave. They took him out and brought him back to his class, knocked on the window, and pointed to the teacher to let him back in. The took the blindfold off, and ran. He caught a glimpse of them as they ran. 8 teens who were about to get it.
The second thing that happened was he started to receive unwanted phone calls from they teens. “You better do it freak, or you will only see red” is what Dave heard from the other end. After 3 more derogatory calls, Dave decided he couldn’t take it. The phone rang and he picked it up, “Do it freak or we are gonna……..” “Shut up, you can take the test your self. I’m not gonna do it” “O.K. then, I hope you don’t like your throat, cause you won’t have to worry about them in a while.” “Expect a visit around 12:35!”
He hung up the phone and thought of what he had just done. “Now what am I supposed to do?” “Destroy them before they can destroy you,” said a voice in Daves head.
“O.K. then, what should I do?” Dave couldn’t believe he was talking to himself but that wasn’t the least of his worries right now. “Go set up traps, so when they try to attack you, you attack them first.”
He quickly ran to his garage, pulled out some wire, a shovel, some rope, a few boxes of nails and gasoline. He proceeded to the front yard and went to work quickly. It was 12:00 when Dave finished his dastardly plan. Everything was set up perfect, and he looked at his accomplishment proudly. He glanced down at his watch, and noticed that it was 12:16. “I better hurry up stairs.” said Dave. He sprinted to his room, and peered through his window, waiting for the prowlers to come around.
It seemed like eternity waiting for them, but 12:35 came, and just like the guy said, they were here. Dave watched as they approached his yard, and fell victim to his wretched scheme. There were two hanging by there feet from his tree, two had tried to run off, but were tripped by the wire, and landed face first in a pile of leaves and nails, but mostly nails. The other four had fallen into an 8 foot ditch that Dave had been working on for a while. He was gonna use it as part of a Halloween decoration, but thought this was a more suitable cause.
Dave quickly sprinted down the stairs, through the kitchen, grabbed a butcher knife and opened the front door. He casually walked to the death scene, and stared in amazement at his victims. “GET US OUT OF HERE!!!” screamed the kids in the pit. “Goodbye” said Dave. He walked over to the hanging “ornaments”. “I hope you don’t like your throat.” said Dave, and with that he let them see red. Next, he cut the ropes that held them up. There bodies fell to the floor, and he heard them gasping for breath. He then tossed the bodies into the ditch with the other 4 people. “Oh my gosh.” He heard a girl scream. “Stop it you freak. Let us out of here.” said a man. Dave starred at them in a way that cannot be described in simpler terms than, crazily. He bent down, and rolled the gasoline barrel that was hiding in the bushes over to the side of the ditch. He unscrewed the lid, and let the gas flow out like a busted water main. 10 gallons of gas rained on the victims. When it emptied, Dave kicked the barrel in and spoke. “Who’s the freak now?” And with that Dave light a match and flicked it in. The explosion caused Dave to fall down on the floor.
Suddenly, Dave remembered that he had two more people left. He walked over, and looked at there bloody faces. The nails were deep inside of them, and it looked like they had tried to rip some of them out. He swiftly carried the bodies one by one to the back yard. He had two holes already dug. He threw a body in each hole, and looked down. From six feet above, people look pretty small. He piled dirt on them. When he finished, he put the fire out, and went inside.
The foreman went up to the cell with two officers; hand cuffed him, and walked down the aisle to what the inmates called “Death Room.” The officers strapped him down. The “executioner” walked up and gave Dave a dose of poison. He was dead.