Okay guyz... herez a story that I wrote when we had English and we were supposed to be writing horror stories and stuff but that's not important. N E way, i think dat diz story is pretty good and dat u should read it! hey! i got an A on it! it is not bsb related but read it anyway...
It was a bright sunny day in late March. Winter had just passed and plants were starting to wake up from their deep sleep. The air was warm and the whole schoolyard was filled with birds chirping endlessly. Sidra Robinson walked out of the crowded and noisy hall with her friends, into the humid air. She sighed and sat down on the damp grass. “I’m bored!” She moaned, “Let’s do something more interesting instead of watching the clouds change shapes in the sky.”
“I have idea,” her friend Audrey grinned slyly, “Let’s play truth or dare.”
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Sidra walked cautiously into the dark and foggy cemetery. Strangely, the weather had changed from brightness to a dark shade of grey. A clap of thunder made Sidra drop her belongings as she watched the gloomy rain clouds roll across the dark sky. A vulture flapped its wings desperately in search for food. Eagles hawked, rodents scurried. She sighed shakily and bent down to pick up her school bag. “I can’t believe they made me spend a night here and return with proof that I haven’t backed out of this stupid dare.” She let out a shrill scream as she felt an icy, stiff hand touch her shoulder.
“Shut up! What are you doing here in this weather anyway?” Sidra clamped her mouth shut and turned around. A man stood before her with his hands on his hips. She studied the man’s appearance. He had a long, deep scar that ran down his left cheek like a railway track. Eyes that were dark and halfway open like a bottomless pit. An angular grey-ish face and short, spiky hair. She had to look up to see the rest of his features for he towered over her as he stood to nearly 6’7.
“Well, well. We’ve got a dumb lass here.” His raspy voice echoed through the empty graveyard. At that moment, a loud beep of a horn startled her and caused her to turn around slowly.
“Hey Sid! How are you doing?” Isabelle stood up on the seat of her new, shiny, red convertible along with two other younger girls that she didn’t recognize.
“Must be her annoying sisters she was talking about the other day.” Sidra said to herself. “I’m fine. What? You think I’d sneak away and avoid the dare?” Sidra snapped.
“Whatever Sid, I just wanted to check on you. You know, it is haunted in this creepy cemetery.” Isabelle tore her gaze away from Sidra and looked around. If Sidra hadn’t walked closer, she wouldn’t have heard her over the continuous buzz of the motor.
“Haunted?”
“You mean you didn’t know? Gee Sid, I thought you knew.”
“Just tell me!” Sidra pleaded holing her hands together and moving them back and forth like an upside down pendulum of an old grandfather clock.
“If you insist…”
“I do!” Sidra threw her hands up in exasperation.
“Well,” Isabelle took a deep breath before she continued as if it would be the last breath she would ever take, “They say that there is a man, who knew how to wake the dead. At the end of each month, he would use his powers to wake the dead and kill the unfortunate that’s in the graveyard you’re standing in right now. I think his name is … something like Imp-Spirit. There were these two tourists that didn’t believe the story, so they decided to spend the night here, the next day, they had disappeared. A week later, they were found – dead. He’s a mad serial killer Sid.” Isabelle ended her story quietly. She suddenly looked scared, like a frightened little girl. Sidra was shocked, her mouth hung open like a dark, mysterious, dripping cave. No one told her anything about mad serial killers.
“I should have known that Audrey hated me.” Sidra thought grimly.
“Sid? Are you okay?” Isabelle asked with concern.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sidra paused, “What’s the date today?”
“… March 31st.” Sidra’s eyes grew wide with fear, they looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets and roll away.
“Oh God! Sidra, what’s wrong? I should have never told you that story! Stupid me…” Isabelle kept on fussing on and on like your annoying brat sister nagging your parents to buy her a stuffed animal.
“Oh shut up Isabelle! You’re driving me insane. Besides, you just interrupted me from my nice conversation with this friendly man.” Sidra pointed behind her. She didn’t really think that the man was friendly but it was the only thing to shut Isabelle’s mouth and get her interested in something else.
“What man?”
“Are you blind? The man…” Sidra said impatiently. She turned around to face the man that she was talking with a few minutes ago. Instead of an unfriendly, evil face greeting her with a grunt, a whip of cold wind blew her silky, soft, brown hair in her face. The man was gone. “Where did he go?” Sidra wondered.
“Sid, I’ve got to go, my sisters are late to their slumber party.” Isabelle broke her chain of thoughts. “See you tomorrow, that is, if you’re still here. You know, you could always back out of this, we could give you another dare.” Isabelle offered enthusiastically.
“No way! I’m not believing in any supernatural things, besides, the other dare would probably go kiss the geek in the school!”
“Okay Sid,” she let out a stifled giggle, “You’re right about the ‘kiss the geek’ dare though. Anyway, good luck!”
“Yeah, good luck,” Sidra muttered under her breath as she watched her friend drive away in her shiny convertible leaving a trail of smoke behind them.
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Sidra shivered. She held tightly onto the thin and small dark blue blanket she had brought. She curled herself up into a ball and rubbed her arms to create warmth for herself. Wolves howled sadly at the moon in the distance. Every sound made sent the chills down Sidra’s spine. “This is going to be a long night. I wish my parents were home from their second honeymoon, then maybe I wouldn’t have to do this.” Sidra rubbed her hands together and breathing into them once every so often, saying the same words over and over again in her head until she finally drifted off into a light sleep.
Two freezing mice crawled quickly under her blanket. They too were cold and had finally found the courage to scurry under Sidra’s blanket. A surprised Sidra woke up suddenly to the two objects that lay on her stomach. She screamed jumping up and down and turning around at the same time to get rid of whatever the two furry creatures are off her. The frightened mice jumped off Sidra at a great height and scurried away leaving Sidra alone again in the cold. She dusted herself off. A sudden moan came from underneath the soil as if someone was buried alive and struggling to get out. Sidra looked at the ground ahead of her slowly, not sure what to expect. A muddy hand reached out form the damp dirt and tried to grab her but failing to do so because she fell back. It climbed out and pulled itself out slowly. One by one, more and more hands stuck out. They too slowly pulled themselves out. Soon the whole graveyard would be full of dead bodies walking around, coming alive. Cautiously, the decaying bodies turned around to face Sidra. If they weren't careful, a body part might suddenly fall off. They were fragile like an expensive porcelain doll. One grinned his evil grin at Sidra baring his yellow and black teeth. Some opened their mouths and inside of it, out would squirm a big, fat, juicy worm. Their flesh was grey and looked like it had been eaten away by insects, showing some broken bones inside.
A stinking, stale and rotten sensation filled the air. There were now more than twenty bodies in the cemetery. As if to create atmosphere, the wind picked up and thunder hollered in the distance. Sidra gasped loudly with a terrified expression on her face and fell back against the tree. The leafless, bare tree was the only support that’s keeping her standing. She didn’t dare to breathe – the smell was too horrible, too horrible to describe. It smelt of the sewer, dogs’ waste, stale fish, you name it. She would have screamed but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
The bodies were approaching her quickly now. When they were a few feet away, they grabbed at her like hungry hyenas. When Sidra had finally got the strength to move, it was nearly too late for she dodged one of the creatures just in time. She saw that very creature fall forward and drop to the ground, it shattered lifelessly to the hard ground. Smashed into a million pieces. Insects crawled out of what was left of the body and crawled away, into the holes of the other bodies. Sidra finally found her voice and let out a short scream. Short, but definitely ear-piercing. She continued to scream as a dry, fleshless hand reach for her shoulder…
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Kevin Macho walked out onto the pavement. He sighed and sat down on one of the steps. His wish was to be with the girl he has a crush on, Sidra Robinson. Every move she makes and her smile lights up his day. But he knows that it was not possible. She was known as ‘Miss Popular’. He was known as ‘The Geek In School’. He never got along with any of the cool guys because they always thought that Kevin was a goody-goody. Its not that he looked nerdy or anything, it’s just that he always got top marks in tests, got praised by teachers often and he was related to the school principal. In fact, he was quite handsome. Girls often had a crush on him on their first day, but that was quickly forgotten after they had learned that he was ‘The Geek’. He was also threatened not to tell the principal when he got beaten up, or else, he’ll be beaten until he was in a coma. They also made fun of his last name, Macho. They often called him ‘Macho Man’.
A sudden shrill scream filled the air startling Kevin causing him to fall over. It sounded vaguely familiar. “Sidra!” He thought suddenly clicking fingers together. He grabbed the nearest weapon he could find. A broom handle lay on the bare cement. He ran quickly following the sound. He was lead to the graveyard and was terrified at the sight of unidentified creatures grabbing at Sidra. He covered his nose to block out the stench and ran in using his broom as a sword and knocked each of those bodies onto the floor and they smashed into smithereens. One by one, they all fell and shattered, the insects drilled themselves into the soil. Now Kevin and Sidra were left alone. Some of Sidra’s clothes were torn showing her tanned arms. She looked horrified and could hardly speak. When she saw Kevin, she fell into his arms, buried her face into his shoulder, and started crying uncontrollably.
“They, they, oh my god… they grabbed at me… I’m so scared.” Sidra was struggling to say what had happened before Kevin’s save.
“You’re okay now,” Kevin soothed, stroking her back trying to calm her and hiding the fact that he was just as frightened as her. The two walked to Kevin’s home and was in each other’s arms. They stayed that way for the rest of the night.
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“Damn it!” A mysterious man with a scar that ran down his left cheek, dark eyes darker than the night sky, and nearly 6’7 swore under his breath as he watched the whole scenario unfold from his run down shed. “This is the first time I’ve failed,” Imp-Spirit stared out at the empty cemetery that was filled with broken body parts and then at his thick and dusty spell book. He shut it closed. “But I’ll be back and there will be more stupid kids playing truth or dare…” He left his sentence unfinished. All that could be heard that night in the cemetery, was a mysterious, evil laugh…
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EMAIL ME FOR COMMENTS!!!!! I really liked this story and a lot of my friends did too... it's just the bit about Kevin and Sidra... I think I didn't word it well enough... hey! i was in a hurry to finish it that day! it was night and i juz remembered dat diz story was due in da next day so i juz sorta... hurried... well... uh... email me and tell me watcha think 'bout it anyway...
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Mandy =*) <-- happy tears!