Scary But True 4

A story that has an element of the supernatural
Audience: For younng children, mostly around 6 years old.

I walked along the dirt path near the cottage, my mom and my sister in tow.
"Slow down," my sister exclaimed. "Wait for us. We're not late for the weiner dog races."
I was too busy waving at them to notice the road before me, for I tripped on a rock and hit the gound. I could hear my sister laughing wickedly.
As I got up, I noticed a large grey husky dog, watching me from the bushes.
"Mom, Alison!" I called to my family. "Look at this dog!"
"What dog?" my mom asked as she and my sister helped me up.
"That dog!" I shouted, pointing to the dog.
"I don't see anything," my sister said. "Stop making things up."
"But I'm not," I pleaded desperately
I watched the dog as I was dragged away my my sister.

That night, we met my dad and other sister at the campfire, enjoying marshmallows over an open fire. Well, except Alison; she said that marshmallows reminded her too much of martians.
Two men and a husky came up tothe campsite. The men were grey and had wrinkled, sagging skin. They had glowing purplish eyes that looked like enormous flames.
"Can you gie us some directions, please?" one of the men asked us.
"Ah, sure," my dad said. "Where are you going?"
I couldn't believe this! Everyone acted as though the two men were normal-looking. No one made mention of the dog.
"Westshire," the men said together. They chuckled awkwardly.
"Oh, it's about two blocks West of here," my mom said. "Take the exit to the right."
"You can't miss it," my dad said.
The men thanked us and walked off. The husky made a quick glance at my direction before following them.

When I woke up that night, I was greeted by darkness. But this darkness was different from other darkness - it was as if it were a demonic, advanced darkness. It was almost otherworldly how pitch-grey it was.
Grey.
I looked up and noticed the knook near the foot of my bed. I was surprisedI could make it out through the darkness.
There was a thump. I hid under the covers and whimpered. When I looked through my sheets at the knook, I saw two shadowy figures.
"No!" I screamed. Or at least, I tried to - I only managed a scarce whimper.
I felt pressure against my body. I looked up to see a husky on top of me, staring at me with an expressionless face.

Scary But True 3

A nightmare, real or fictional
Audience: 14+, any gender

My dream was quite bizarre, and had a whiplash of moods. It started so simply, with my getting McDonald's from a Simpsons character, Moe.
"Here you go," Moe said as he handed me my meal. "But the gay guy put sugar in everyone's sauce."
I turned to the man beside me, who smiled and grew wings.
I walked out of the restaurant and enjoyed the sunlight. I noticed two of my fellow students, Annie and Kelly.
"Hello, you two!" I said to them cheerfully. "You guys seem sad."
"We need to go to the hospital," Annie said glumly.
"I'll take you both!" I said. I pointed them to my mom's car, and we sat inside the car, waiting for this lady's hair to dry.
After waiting quite some time, I noticed the two girls turn silent. Their faces started to swell and their eyes turned dark.
"Are you two okay?" I asked.
They didn't respond. I felt cold as darkness started to invade my vision.

I awoke some time later inside a ransacked room. I could see the sun shining from outside the window. Two small dolls were placed on the floor: one with brown hair, the other with blond hair.
"Huh," I muttered to myself. "Annie and Kelly had brown and blond hair, respectively. But the dolls look nothing like them.
I picked up the doll with brown hair. It started to giggle cutely.
My mother stepped through the doorway and asked me to clean up. She went on to say, "...And take out the garbage."
She gave me a list of chores. It was hard to memorize everything with the doll giggling.
"It won't stop laughing," I said to my mother.
The doll continued to laugh. The laugh started to slow down, but remained at a high pitch.
In a panic, I searched it for an 'off' switch, or at least to look for the batteries. When I found the battery panel, I tried to take out the batteries, but to no avail. They were stuck.
"Stop laughing!" I screamed at the doll.
The doll continued to giggle. It started giggling at a faster pace. Its head turned towards me and I could see the emptiness in its plastic eyes.
Angrily, I threw the doll against a wall several times. The doll continues to laugh wickedly.
"Mom!" I screamed, hoping for her help in silencing the doll. "Help!"
The blond doll was now laughing, its hands around my mother's neck.
I gasped and turned to the brown-haired doll. It turned to look at me with a devilish stare before its head spun around like an owl.
"Stop!" I begged.
The doll escaped my grip and floated towards my face. I could hear the other doll, giggling behind me like a madman.
"Come play!" the brown-haired doll said with a nasty giggle
"Come play! Come play! Come play!" they both chanted. They grew larger and danced around me.

Scary But True 2

A deleted scene from a horror movie set in real time.
Audience: 13-17
A deleted scene from The Blair Witch Project

The scene opens to a shot in the woods. Heather is going through several bags, being watched by Michael and Josh.
Heather: "Were's the food?
Michael: "How could you be so stupid as to lose the food?!"
Heather: "I didn't lose it! Bears probably took it?"
Michael: "BEARS?!"
Josh steps between the two in an effort to calm them down.
Josh: "Guys, let's just start filming, okay?"
Heather sighs, and looks at her watch.
Heather: "It's 10:16 - we should be at that house by 10:27."
They go off, deeper into the woods. They are looking for the house of a long-dead serial killer in order to film the area for ambience.
Josh: "This film'll be great."We can win an Emmy or some shit. We'll be rich and I can get that place in Vegas for my mom and me."
Heather: "How nice."
The three are seen walking for some time. They come across a dilapitated house with broken windows and ashened awnings. The air is tainted with black dust and there is no grass in the area.
Josh: "It look like there was a fire,"
Heather has camera pointed at her face.
Heather: "The Blair Witch was rumored to eat her victims, but also rumored to burn the remains to destroy evidence."
Josh: "Well, let's go in and investigate."
Michael: "But it might be dangerous, guy!"
The two follow Heather in. She is waving the camera around, taping the innards of the house. The house has several red stains on the wall, spread to look like pentagons.
Heather: "Scary here!"
Michael: "Let's just go and get some food at a store or something. Let's just...leave this place and come back tomorrow."
Heather: "You scared?"
Michael:"I am not!"
They continue to go down a dark hall. From Heather's camera's view, we see colorless burns and marks on the wall. Several pentagons and stick people were on the walls.
There was a chirp.
Heather: "What was that?"
Michael: "Probably a mouse or something. "But let's not risk it and go-"
Heather:"No, no! I'm fine."
Another chirp, followed by a series of sounds that sound like scratching. Scratching feverishly against an obstacle.
Heather: "Mice in the walls. Mike, Josh, you guys okay?"
Michael:"Yeah, I'm fine."
There is no response from Josh.
Michael:"Josh?"
Heather: "Where is Josh?"
Heather takes a step and feels as though she is falling down a flight of stairs.

Scary But True

Story 1: A Time When You Had A Real Scare
Audience: Teen males, 4-11

The young boy, Jonathan, was only four when this event happened:
He climbed in between his parents, hiding between them. He was afraid of the darkness that engulfed his room and appreciated the company of his parents.
As he lay underneath the comforter, he could feel the air around him get cold.
"Mommy? Daddy? Something's cold," he whispered to his parents, who both replied with grunts.
The air grew cold and stale, as though Jonathan was put in a freezer and left to die. A weak breeze made its way around the room before settling as an apparition, a slender man.
Jonathan held his breath as he watched the thing float across the room like a walking monster, with tendrils wafting in the air.
"I..." Jonathan struggled to speak, caught between curiosity and fear.
He watched as the being's ethereal form stopped in front of him and extended its appendages toward Jonathan. The being started to become more defined as it got closer, revealing the creases and marks of age on its face. I had green eyes and teeth as sharp as a wild animal's, with a look of sheer insanity on its face.
The form stopped before the boy, its claws against his throat. Jonathan coul feel coldness slowly surround him as he sunk deeper into the sheets.