Scary Short Stories by Sophia Worden (good ebook reader .TXT) 📕

The Creepy Bunny

One nice day, this creepy bunny had to sneak up and ruin the day. His name was Alex.  He went to this girl's house.  Her name was Vanessa.   Alex was Vanessa's stuffed bunny.  Well CREEPY bunny he always sneaks up and hangs himself upon the wall at night.  When Vanessa wakes up she thinks it was her dad to scare her because the  next week was … HALLOWEEN!  A week later she dressed  as a bunny for Halloween and her dad dressed up as tooth fairy.  Vanessa did not think her dad was scary because he had like a milion teeth.  Vanessa always gets scared on Halloween so she brings her bunny.  She went trick or treating and her dad left her on the front lawn to give out candy to little kids but the bunny got mad because her dad left and her bunny wants to get revenge because he wanted to throw away him because he was creepy.  So Alex's eyes got really red and scary.  Vanessa got scared and threw him on the floor and screamed.  Her mom and dad got scared and TRIED to open the door…but the door was locked by her bunny.   Alex knew that if he tries  to suffocate her dad will sacrifice him for her.   But I guess  Alex thought not right because her mom and dad went through the BACK door.   Alex got so mad he put  Vanessa in a coma , and left her on the floor to let the people who live at the next house would see and try to call the police.  So, Alex cut off the Wi-Fi so no one could call  ANY one!  Then after that Alex went for her parents but when Alex was almost there, (like 10 feet away)  Vanessa woke up.  Alex forgot about holding his power, so the door was unlocked. Then Vanessa went inside to get a hard pan so she can hit  Alex with.   After she got one she tip toed to him and...BOOM he fainted in no sight.  Then Vanessa went for her parents,  and they hugged for like 5 min. Then they got Alex, ripped him,and threw him in the dump.   And VANESSA'S only Vanessa's family was safe from...Alex The Creepy Bunny!

                                                        The   End

Yeeeeees

When I was a child my family moved to a big old two-floor house, with big empty rooms and creaking floorboards. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school. One early evening when I came home the house was still dark.

I called out, “Mum?” and heard her sing song voice say “Yeeeeees?” from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in, and again got the same “Yeeeeees?” reply. We were decorating at the time, and I didn’t know my way around the maze of rooms but she was in one of the far ones, right down the hall. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my fears, as a mother’s presence always does.

Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself in to the room I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother call “Sweetie, are you home?” in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don’t know what it was, but it was staring at me.

Pretending to be Asleep Doesn't Work Well

 

A young boy is sleeping in his bed on a usual night. He hears footsteps outside his door, and peeks out of his eyes to see what is happening. His door swings open quietly to reveal a murderer carrying the corpses of his parents. After silently propping them up on a chair, he writes something on the wall in the blood of the dead bodies. He then hides under the childs bed.

The child is scared beyond belief. He can’t read the writing on the wall and he knows the man is under his bed. Like any child, he pretends that he slept through the whole thing and hasn’t awoken yet. He lays still as the bodies, quietly hearing the breathes from under his bed.

An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more and more to the darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it’s a struggle. He gasps when he finally makes out the sentence.

“I know you’re awake”. He feels something shift underneath his bed.

All I saw was Red

 I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. “But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don’t even peek in there.” I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. “By the way who is in that room?” She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red.

This is Real

This is me. I’m here. I’m shifting the words that you’re reading, altering them from whatever this person wrote.

I’ve been here for awhile. For as long as you can remember, anyway. Sometimes I say your name as you’re falling asleep, or whisper urgently in your ear. Do you remember the time that I screamed, throwing panic through you and setting your heart racing?

That was fun.

You’re wondering who I am. That’s only natural. Of course, you already know.

I’m you. I’m the real you. I’m the mind that existed here before you stole my body, before you forgot about being a parasite. I’m the child who looked the wrong way, asked the wrong question, saw the wrong thing… but I’m not so little any more.

You may have forgotten me, but I’m still here. I’ve always been here.

I’m going to get out.

The Bunker

 

I live in the north of Switzerland. We have a lot of old military bunkers from the Second World War. When I was 7 or 8 years old, three friends of mine and I went out to explore one of these bunkers who was built on a hill inside a small forest. The main door was jammed, so we had to break it up. We found a big log nearby and used it as a battering ram.

After many tries the door won’t budge. But there was a peephole. It was about 10 cm (4 inch) in diameter. We opened it and illuminated the dark inside. There was a long, ruined and dark hallway with rooms on the left and right side. We couldn’t see the end of the hallway. It was just too long. Every one of us wanted to catch a glimpse of the inside, when one of my friends says: “There is a small light at the end of the hallway”. This light was not there when I watched trough the peephole. So I pushed him away and took a second look.

What I saw gave me a shiver. There was not a small light, it looked more like a flashlight pointed directly towards me and behind it was a silhouette of a person. I walked a few steps back and said: “There is someone in there!” At the same moment someone (or something) knocked on the door from the inside of the bunker. This was the moment we got into panic, start screaming and run away. I was so scared I