It was dark, cold, and wet, a person sat on the creaking floor, then turned around, then looked back, a ghost came up and went “Boo!” He breathed on his scared hands, because his breath was as cold as ice, his fingers, turned to ice, and broke into pieces on the floor. Huge pieces of fingers slammed heavily on the floor, allowing the ghost to disappear into the very old book selves near them. By a metrical the boy stood up, and started to run, then a huge windy hurricane ripped through the house, he was torn up into the eye of the storm, every thing went silent, the boy woke up, in his bed with his pants wet…
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Horror stories

As you can guess, this article, is about the blood you use to breathe, the clothes your wearing, sit down near this fire, I prepared, we shall talk…about the horror in horror stories.

In most horror stories, there’s usually a villain which is evil of course, or there are vampires, or wait there kiddies ones, the real horror stories, don’t involve them at all, but a true victor of the fights, evil in weird and wonderful ways, with the people like you and me, experiencing fights or death, but evil around us, sucking our life, or getting us to hack each over the head with a axe.

Or maybe we should make our own horror story after all you came here to be scared? Or did you just click the latest article link? Or did I trinest chuck this articles link to you in an IM conversation? Nothing matters now, expect you’re here, and you’re going to be spooked, put on some coffee, sit down, and dance.

It was cold, of course it always is in winter, but most horror stories are formed around a cold icy day in the middle of winter, let’s tell you another horror story, or how about continue, what was started at the start.

The boy’s pants were wet; he stood there, believing it was just a bad dream, standing, shocked, and frozen. All of a sudden, he relised, which made him fall over, that his room, is the room in his dream. A cold icy air came in from the slightly open window near his bed, he closed it shut, and as if he was meant to, moving towards the book selves were the ghost had disappeared into. His expression slowly changed from shock, to horror as he approached it, it was ripped by huge claws in many angles, and the cuts on this antic item, were very deep, his mother would kill him for this. He continued to look around, then he herd his mum scream, from the distant bed room, calling his name “Zeek, help me!, come quick.” Zeek, was only 7, and this distressing call from his mother, put him to even more shock, as his father, passed away when he was only 3. Zeek walked the pain full steeps to his mothers room, on the way he pasted a radio playing the song “Run to paradise” , he could tell it was only at the start as it was playing “Baby, this is paradise”. He then slowly walked around it the ground creaking as he did so, then the radio all of a sudden played the song real fast, all it sounded like was a muffle. He then was petrified, and he ran really fast to his mother’s room, picking up on carpet burn on the way. Then he stopped on the room before hers, and a small white figger walked past, turned to look at him, and a humans head showed up, it was really cold at that moment, as that face, was his mothers and it had the same gashes on her face, as like the ones that made the cuts on the book selves, he then walked into his mums room, to find…nothing expect a dead body lying on the floor, he looked at it to see that the face had been ripped off, and by the looks of it by the same hands which just walked past, then a cold, wet, slimy hand touched his shoulder, and he screamed, and ran towards…

Then the story will stop allowing people to sink in what happened, then they will be sacred, oh well, maybe people were easier to scare in the 80′s anyway I bid you with the end of the story. (Oh and there’s more of the article at the end as well)

The dead man with his mums face, Zeek then sore that a small axe was located near his mothers body, he ran for it only to be cut quite rapidly in the face by the axe, slowly he begin to see a running of a small house in the tropics, he slowly sore the surrounding objects go into a different position, but the ghost stayed in its spot smiling, then Zeek woke up, blood bursting from his face, onto his…wait Zeek looked down to see all but stubs were his fingers used to be, he then looked around to see that he was in a small hut, which was attracted by what looked to be a hurricane. His sweats begin to build up, and his blood was attacking flies. Then a old man, with sweaty and bloody hair, walked up to him, Zeek could smell him, the blood and sweat connected made a fowl and disturbing smell, the old man put his hand on him, Zeek looked at him, and sore the same axe was in this mans left hand, out high, with the weapon resized, and then the ghost walked past, smiled and despaired, during that time Zeek had his guard down, and was now sliced in half, with the most painful attack ever imagined by a 7 year old, he knew it was real, because he could fell, breathe, and had feelings of sorrow and aggression.

Normally a horror story would scare someone, but I’m afraid you read this article, because I was board, and had nothing else to write about.

Credits
…The name Zeek – The Real Link
….The hole story idea – trinest
…..The layout of the article – trinest
—Music and graphics – No one
…..oh and TRL if your reading this, the boy was going to be you.

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