I felt an ominous presence around me and I slowly turned to face the dark abyss. A red light shined through the darkness reading 3 am. It stuck to the darkness swiftly moving through the hallway.
I heard its footsteps clacking on the tiles. I held my breath with my heart beating out of my chest. Suddenly the footsteps stopped echoing through the room. It stood there before my makeshift bed. The moonlight shining on the long stripped consume and the clown mask. I laid there motionless still feeling the frosty wind on my face.
This was it… this is how i die. Your driving on a country road. It is late at night. You are far from home. You realize, as you check your mirrors, there is a man you do not know, hiding on the floor of your back seat. It was, uh, late at night when it happened. I was driving home from some party a coworker was throwing for his promotion. So, as a man does when he hears of alcohol, I ran to it, like a castaway in a desert discovering an oasis. Naturally, I was not fit to drive, and naturally, I drove anyway.
This coworker in particular hated city life, so he lived in the most rural area of the next county over. At least, I thought it was. So, after this party, I drove home, as I mentioned earlier.
Everything was about as hunky dory as I figured it should be, myself intoxicated in the middle of nowhere, at the time when the moon was not quite set, nor the sun having begun to rise. As I drove, it was eeriely silent. I remember glancing over to my left, passing where a forest fire had raged through month beforehand.
The mangled branches had twisted garishly, as if they were bony and distraugt limbs outstretching to me, begging for mercy from the desolate world they resided. I shed a tear or two and turned on the radio. It was set to fairly old music, I remember. I hated old music. Now, I loathe it. Something about the way it made you linger upon the past forced my insides to churn, like the contents of a stew.
Feeling sick, I rolled down the window, an uncharacteristically cool breeze for August blew through. I noticed, groggily, that the window was slightly cracked and, worse, was not adjusted correctly. Grimacing, I forced the window back into place. As soon as I finish, a bright blinding light and sound attempts to embrace me. Luckily, I swerve away in time, narrowly becoming ensnared in the forest of char to my left and right.
His beady white eyes gazing intently upon me like a devilish bird of prey. He trembled, as if frightened, and yet this intruder lay in my car! What right did he have to fear when he was the threat? His face was a shadow, in his hands he gripped somethign sharp, the crimson moon glinting into my eyes like a blinding and fiendish angel. In fear I carefully lay my hand down to below my seat, where a knife similar to his lay.
My calm, collected eyes glared and shook back at me. In an instant, I turn around and stab the creature in my back seat. He writhes in agony, screeching like the miserable banshee he was. He flailed his dagger at me, slicing my arm. But, it was too late for the creature. Officer, I beg you take my story and realize that I could never have killed my coworker, for he was buried in the woods by his house alongside the other guests there. The man in my backseat must have been from the party as well, and was the true killer.
Who knows what he could have done next? With a shock I was ripped from my peaceful dream. Man, do I hate that damned ice cream van music! I always thought it sounds like circus music, but then with a creepy undertone. Who in the heck would play that at 3 AM!? As I stood at the window, amazed at the sight of the amount of kids going into the red ice cream truck, I heard a familiar sound.
Our screen door slammed shut. With horror I saw my 4 year old princess walk through our front yard, towards the truck. The man at the entrance, a dark haired and filthy looking appearance, beckoned her to enter the truck. Her little legs began to run towards him. First story or not. I opened the window and jumped. I felt my ankle crack as I hit the lawn and crouched forwards, clenching my throbbing foot.
When I raised my head, a fraction of a second later, the truck was gone. I looked everywhere, but there was no sign of it. I hurried back inside and called for help. The operator assured me police were on their way and told me to stay on the line until the officers were with me. My wife had awoken from all the noise and commotion and asked what was the matter. He took our little girl! I let out a small gasp as the air around me shifted to blackness.
I widened my eyes as much as I could, as if it could help guide my way through the darkness. I took a deep breath in through my nose and almost gagged. It smelled moist, almost earthy. Then came the worse part. I suddenly smelled what seemed like rotting meat. And it was strong. I groped in the darkness for a wall or something to grab a hold of. I plugged my nose as I saw a light at the opposite direction of me. I smiled and started running toward it. I heard a voice behind me and suddenly I stopped.
I shrug my shoulders, walking cautiously toward the light. I let out a small cry before I wake up. I land on my bed with a thunk. I suddenly get a rush of relief, realizing that the experience was only a dream. And then I suddenly am rushed with horror.
How did I fall onto my bed? Aching slowly turned to slight pain. That week I decided to go to the doctor, but he said nothing was wrong, so I ignored it and it slowly went away. Until today, nothing had been aching, or burning but as soon as I grabbed a mug for coffee, it felt like my whole arm was in a burst of pain.
When I looked at where the pain was forming, I saw a bump. Being the curious idiot I am, I poked it and that sent my entire arm aflame, well felt like it. Turns out the bump was alive and moving. My blood ran cold and I immediately went to the E. When I reached there, the doctor had asked if I went to any rural places recently.
Confused and in pain I responded with a yes. The doctor sighed and explained that there was this shaman cursing everyone with ancient egyptian beetles that dug under your skin.
The only way to remove it was to cut open where they are and remove it. However if they already laid eggs then you would have to amputate your arm. At this I was horrified. I, like any sane person would not want my arm to be chopped off and fed to ancient bugs. However it does seem that my arm has a bit of ache…. You open your eyes to complete darkness.
The last thing you remember is the dog running out into the road, the brightness of the day light, and your car headed off the road. As your head clears you realize you are hanging upside down.
Your feet and legs are completely mobilized. You can hear something breathing in the room. The breathing stops, and you can hear soft footsteps, growing louder with each second.
The breathing comes back, this time right in front of your face. Something wet brushes against your side. I am your worst nightmare. The next morning, you wake up. You know it is morning because the there is light. It is extremley dim. As your eyes adjust, you realize you are in a cave. The first thing you see is a red towel wrapped around what you think is a body, and then you realize that is not its original color. The rope swings around. A body, maimed and bloody, twirls on its rope.
It looks like a girl of 4 or 5. AS you keep twirling around, you notice the whole room is filled with dead girls, young and old. Tortured us… And raped us.. This story is so capturing. One of the best I have read so far. Amazing writer, keep writing! Claire never thought that one day she would come home to find her son in her house.
They had a very good conversation about how they have been over the years. When he finally left, she called her doctor to tell him that her son was at her house. The phone went completely quiet, she asked what was wrong? The doctor in a very panicky voice says Claire your son is in prison for life remember what he did to your beloved husband Daniel?
Then her son picks up the phone and says no need! Then in a twisted sick deep raspy voice he says doctor your next. Before the police arrived the doctor and Claire were both desposed of and the son already gone. It happens the same every single morning.
In a creepy, stained clown costume. In their hand, I caught the glint of a knife. I kept my breaths as slow and deep as possible. Then, he turned and left, shutting my door behind him.
I turn my head to the clock. The bleary blue numbers spit out a weak 4 am. Outside my window, I hear the familiar tune of an ice cream truck, and my front screen door slamming shut.
I slip out of bed, peer out the window, and there she is, my young daughter walking down the steps to a familiar clown costumed person, standing right outside a van. My daughter is not wearing her special glasses, but she is wearing her hearing aids. I hurry down the road, barefoot. My alarm clock screams, but I check on my child before anything. My eyes flash open and flick to my clock. Do you have some pictures or graphics to add?
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There was nothing there but that little town of …. Someone was chasing her, she didn't know who- or what- had lured …. Another six more lessons to go until the end of the day! How would I survive? One summer afternoon, I was walking …. The paintings on the walls jiggled, tapping ever so slightly on the wall. The hard rain sounded …. Ceasor Van Buren had a family but they never came around well the ones that were alive. See Van Buren lived …. Not rated yet You move into an old house and things start to happen, strange things.
One feel your being watched, but by whom and why. You go to the oldest person …. Click here to write your own. Free Creative Writing Prompts Upload Pictures or Graphics optional [? The reasoning behind this is a little embarrassing, but since it bears on me deciding to write this article, here are some broad strokes of this tale:. The creative bug didn't bite me until I was an adult.
As I found myself reading good stories, watching good movies, and looking at great art, I discovered that I longed to create such things on my own. I wanted to say that my job was to create. I quickly began to accumulate ideas, and since I loved the horror genre, a lot of them leaned towards the darker side of things. I began forming horror story ideas everywhere and thoroughly enjoyed jotting down plots of frightening tales. This went on for years, and despite accumulating so many ideas, I still don't have any concrete creations yet.
Hopefully, this article will help inspire me to start fleshing these plots out and put them out into the universe. Personal anecdote aside, let's get to the meat on the bones, shall we? Here are 27 scary story ideas for you to hopefully develop or at least be inspired by! Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.
Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites. My horror story idea is that a girl is rushing to woek in new york on the sidewalk a creepy man acsadentaly bumps into her or so she thinks later that night it was storming and she hears a creeeep on the steps and goes and looks and nothing is there she grabs the phone dials or who she thought was who answers is the man who bumped into her and tells her to hang up or something bas will happen One day during summer vacation, my parents sent me to a camp to improve my camping skills, it was all boring and very much ordinary, until that night.
My campmates and I were watching Tv after finishing the day, and that exact camp allowed Tv from 10 to 11 at night, something popped up at the screen, it was a killer loose, but before we could see the descriptions the Tv shut off, I locked the door and hid in my covers and prayed that nothing would happen. Around an hour or so later, I heard a very noisy thud, I was already preoccupied with the thought that it might be the killer so I hid in my covers even more and ignored the sounds, around 10 minutes later, I heard another thud followed by the door opening, My heart was pounding, and I was shivering with fear, I peeked outside the covers and glimpsed a figure of a dark man and at that moment he caught me looking at him, I closed my eyes and tried to act as if I was asleep, I heard his loud footsteps coming my way, he stopped right in front of me, he whispered something in my ears, "I know you're awake.
My story is about a man walking to his new house One night when he was sleeping, a ghost came from under his bed and jump scared him then the man got murdered. The ghost came up in a newspaper and everyone got scared to not be at bed. Even people were missing. Your dead 'friend' sends you a photo from your angle, you can clearly see something inhuman behind you. Age does not quite matter, actually, the smaller the better cause younger ages tend to have more imagination, now I hardly can come up with an innovative idea.
You are now convinced that there is someone else in your house, doors you open are closed, doors you closed are open, channels you never put on Tv are on and that cold feeling around you never goes away until you leave the house. Its a series, that be a horror tv series. Seems familiar, but a whole different idea. Its about this library that is in any area of the world, pretty much, depending how many the library will open its doors to 1 person or more, it will decide.
The Pilot will be in to 4 parts for just 1 episode, 4 tales in the first. Who ever enters this library, starting out 1 person, per book, per day, can be checked out. But there is 2 librarians, in this huge, 2 story, very wide, scary library of ancient past look. There is a old creepy librarian, whos hair is up in air, grey and white, like Don King like been electrocuted eyes blood shot, and don't blink.
Her face is pale dead looking and looks simular to a mummy or a corpse. Then there is a pretty librarian. Each is bad for old, and good librarian for good. Each kid, depending on personality goes to either librarian. Men or kids or teens, walk in and it decides. The first one has 3 kids Mark, Shane and Gregory, chasing a cool looking 11 year old Andrew into the library, the want to beat him up. Andrew hides, while they enter, the old scary woman gives Mark the leader a special book he will love.
He hesitates and reads it later, the story in the book is called, the other side of the tracks. About a cursed area just outside the town. There is a old very old historical western village all there, still as if yesterday, totally abandoned. The kid in the story, is reckless and gets into so much trouble, he gets angry when his parents tease him about being vegan, just wants to tease them about eating just mostly meat. They work late at night, and home during day.
Him and his friends cause alot of trouble at school and peoples property. Then that day at Halloween, they want to sneak in the old village western town. See the old bank, jail and saloon. He disobeys his family, and go partying knowing underage hitches a ride, and drinks and smokes in the town. Completely underage, but they don't care.
As their having a party in the old west. Drinking smoking laughing playing tunes. There is somethings inside it late at night, clawing on the walls of the buildings. Growling, slowly one by one their fun is turned nightmarish, its haunted by a pack of really huge, really scary faced werewolves, and its not even full moon.
One by one the kids die, the main kid tries to make it up the hill. BEfore he gets there his parents arethere in their car, screaming at him, racing him up the hill, they hear more growling. Yelling at him, to not of came. Before they were feet from the closest railroad piece, the parents held him tight by the wrist, they stop, they start shakingreally badly. ALl the kid can do is shake allover the place.
Their claws came breaking his wrists. The kid horrified beyond believe, his parents wanted him safe from their curse, he closed his eyes and knew his fate, as they devoured him. Mark laughs at the story, not knowing his friends wouldnt see him for days. Until the 2nd to last story, of Gregory reading his story. Anyone who comes in is cursed by the libraryif take a book read it, whenver you die, by whatever the book decides sits well to your character your on a journey of your own, the moment you die, your in the book for another person.
Sealed and trapped in the library. Each has its own story, idea, and uniquiness creating many many many episodes. Not barely ever hear what happens to the first person or persons you meat early. Their for most part for future checkouts, in a purgatory, of their own, good or bad. You hear a voice coming from the windpipe, it calls you to come downstairs, you are afraid that you hide in your covers, then the voice comes again, this time telling you to look at the door, so curious you do, a figure of something dark is standing, you hide in your covers, you think it is a dream, but wait, you have insomnia!
I never liked working as a security guard in a mental institute, especially alone and at midnight to dawn, I work alone and the doctors helped me somewhat and comforted me by saying all patients are locked, and I should not worry about anything, I went to my office were a dozen of cameras lurked, I saw a face staring and smiling to the camera in the cellar, I froze, I decided to go investigate, but was interrupted by the man standing in front of door, he had a machatte and was covered with blood, he said, don't worry I don't bite,His eyes were all black and his fingers were rotten and blackened, he did not seem human.
I wake up to the sound of something breaking," not again"I thought, you see, my neighbor's dog likes to enter my house, and this neighbor cannot seem to control his dog, But after moments of breaking precious artifact, There was an eerie silence, not a single sound, I was so scared and frightened that I was too scared to open my door, I looked beneath my door, and to this tiny opening I saw feet, someone was standing infront of my door, I live alone, I gently opened the window and there was a crowd of people staring lifelessly at my house, I heard the door open.
Your same amazing story with some description, though I strongly believe yours was better. As I made my way through the misty road, returning home, I heard a knock, I thought it was just in my head but the voice sounded closer now, I heard my heart pounding, I shuddered with fear, cold and alone, fear made me run, I ran frantically and alas reached home, but that eerie feeling followed me, I summoned some courage and turned around, but only emptiness lurked, My heart still pounded, pounding like roaring thunder, I checked the laundry room, nothing was there only clothes washing, I've must have washed earlier, I went upstairs, headed to my room, and there was a man standing, with a dark grin etched on his face, his devilish looks frightened me, He walked towards me, Running for my life was i, only after some steps, tripped in the middle of the floor, At this time my heart was pounding so heavily it almost made my ears deaf, There I lied crying and pleading for mercy, crying, hoping it might go away, then I heard a voice asking "what is wrong?
Is this a good story? I went home… Hearing a knock, I thought it was just in my head I thought my heart was pounding, I ran ran and ran to home, I closed the door shut, afraid of what the next thing I would here, I was terrified, terrified to turn around.
I got the courage to turn… nothing was there, I heard my heart pounding, like it was out of my chest. I went upstairs to my room, I looked and there I saw, standing, was a man, he was walking… toward me then I heard the pounding again I knew I wa running for my life, so I ran, I ran, and tripped, right in the middle of the floor, the pounding was so loud it hurt my ear drums. I was sitting there panicking crying to myself over and over.
It was a dream, one of the illusions I had….. I don't know but today, I saw my friend's drawing, she drew the thing, was it real? I love horror stories. They are my favorite types of books to read. One of my favorites is Frozen Charlotte.
It is so good you should really read it. This is cool text because at school we are writing a horror story and you gave me lots of information about the story.
I have a story that made my arm hair stick up. My friend told me a story of how her Aunt asked her dying Mother, after she passes to come to her in her dreams so that she knows her Mother is in heaven and is happy.
Her dying Mother tells her she will come to her. After her passing the daughter waited and hoped to dream of her Mother but she never came, until one day years later she did come to her in her dream. Daughter was so happy to see her and ask her about heaven and it's wonders. The daughters asks "Mom are you happy is heaven beautiful? Still gives me chills.
Did you ever encounter it? The "it" that wears a black hood and a mask? The one who kills a part of your innocence each time you meet? I want to write a new short horror story, I have themes in my head, don't know which is better; Please don't copy. A mother finds her 5-year-old daughter digging a hole, she hears a voice coming from it. Thankyou guy's soo much for giving me these ideas.
I am writing an essay on a Gothic horror story and this helped soo much. The worst kind of scary stories is the ones without blood and Gore they have to have it or else people like me won't read them.
My story is called the green dragon, its about a girl who found a drogon necklace that can make dark wishes, and it never comes of. I have recently become very enticed in the horror genera. These ideas are very helpful to explore my own twisted imagination, and write it down. When I was six, I remember my mother hiring psychologists, trying to tell why was I talking to walls, but little did they know I was not talking to walls, but the figure that lived in it.
Damn it why did they learn evil things from me. I don't talk about horror stuff anymore since my youngest brother in grade 3 starts talking about murdering people.
I am a bad influence. The old serial killer story idea murdered me. What if someone s actually doing that I remember babysitting a child one day, and she like all children had dolls, but what was funny she named one girl doll jack, I asked if she wanted to play hide and seek, she agreed on one condition, Jack plays too, I did not mind, after all, my doll kitty was with me too when I was a child, I played and almost instantly I found her in the closet, I told her it was bed time, but she said the game was not over, Jack was yet to be found, i said it was enough and i would get in trouble if I let her stay up late, she started crying and said in a trembling voice if you do not find him, he finds you.
I went home after her parents came, and my front door was open and the lights were out, there was a note on the front porch,.
Ahmed Hussein- When i opened the door to my room. I realized something odd. I left my doll on the chair with the rest of the dolls, but it had moved. I didn't know who did it because my parents weren't home.
Suddenly, I felt a strange chill like if something was creeping up my back.
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Dec 20, · I'm allowing people to see some of my horror story ideas in the hopes of motivating myself into developing some of my own story writing. The reasoning behind this is a little embarrassing, but since it bears on me deciding to write this article, here are some broad strokes of Reviews: He's got a knife! These free creative writing prompts deal with the horror genre. Feel free to include your creepiest scariest characters in scenes with your nicest friends:).
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