A Halloween Horror Story

(Author Unknown)

Late last Saturday night; a young chap was walking home from a club. It was a cold, wet, windy evening, and he was tired and freezing. Most of the streetlights in the area were broken, and the silence was only broken by the occasional sound of a stray cat sifting through a trash can.

Then suddenly he heard a strange noise.......




BUMP..........




BUMP..........




BUMP..........




Startled by this, he turned, and to his amazement, through the driving rain he saw the faint outline of a large box turning into his road.



BUMP..........



BUMP..........



BUMP..........



He froze to the spot, he couldn't believe his eyes, as the box approached from the shadows, he was able to make out its shape more clearly....It was a coffin! Not wanting anything to do with this, he put his head down and started walking briskly home.



BUMP..........



BUMP..........



BUMP..........



He could feel the coffin gaining on him, he started walking faster.........


BUMP..........BUMP..........


BUMP..........BUMP..........


BUMP..........BUMP..........


The coffin was closing with his every step, he started to jog, but he heard the coffin speed up after him......


BUMP..........BUMP..........BUMP..........


BUMP..........BUMP..........BUMP..........


BUMP..........BUMP..........BUMP..........


He started to sprint, but so did the coffin .......

BUMP..........BUMP..........BUMP..........BUMP..........

BUMP..........BUMP..........BUMP..........BUMP..........

BUMP..........BUMP..........BUMP..........BUMP..........


Eventually he made it to his front door, but he knew the coffin was only seconds behind. Fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out his keys, his hand trembling, he managed to open the lock, he dived inside slamming the front door behind him. He shot into his front room, and slumped into his comfy chair. Suddenly there was a loud crash, as the coffin smashed its way through the front door. The force of the impact broke the lock off the coffin allowing the lid to swing freely on its rusty hinges as it continued its chase.....

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........


In horror the young lad fled again, as fast as his shaking legs could take him he bolted upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door........

HOP..........

HOP..........

HOP..........


The coffin again gave chase up the stairs, across the landing and launched itself at the bathroom door. With an almighty smash, the bathroom door flew off its hinges.....
The coffin stood in the doorway, then started to approach the young, terrified lad.....

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........


In a last ditch attempt to save his skin, he reached for his bathroom cabinet......

He grabbed a bar of Dial soap and threw it at the coffin.......


Still it came ........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

He grabbed his can of Right Guard deodorant and threw it ........


Still it came......

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........


He grabbed his first aid kit and threw it ......


Still it came......


BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

BUMP..........SCREECH..........BUMP..........SCREECH..........

He grabbed some Robitussin and threw it........

The coffin stopped............................

 Another Horror Halloween Story

Maggie was working on another scarecrow. This one was extra special. It was for her garden. She made them for a living, a meager one, but it helped pay the bills. Farmers around these parts didn't make a whole lot of money. It helped to cushion their winters. She pushed her golden hair back from her eyes and thought about what clothes to put on this scarecrow. Maybe a dress, yes, a dress would be nice. She went to her old clothes drawer and pulled out a flowered dress with a big sash to tie around the dolls tiny waist. Yes, this one was gonna be real special. She didn't realize how special it was going to be.

It was all Hallow's Eve, and George came home drunk again. Maggie learned in the past to stay out of the way but tonight she was so emmersed in her project that she wasn't prepared for his homecoming. George was not a very patient man especially when it came to waiting for his dinner. He also was not happy that she had not prepared for the Halloween party that they were supposed to attend the next night. It was a big hog roast and bonfire at the Wilkins' farm, and they were supposed to help with the decorations.

George was very unhappy with Maggie. He was really pissed off that she had not prepared his meal and had the nerve to be working on another one of her scarecrows when she should have been fixing his dinner. He had his ways and his ways were the right ways. He knew how to take care of this problem. She was going to be sorry. She was going to be real real sorry.

The next night as the guests all whooped and hollered around the bonfire and ate plates full of the tender roasted hog and other dishes, they all thought the roasted hog tasted especially good, and the scarecrow, with the flowered dress, looked especially realistic. Too bad that Maggie had to go spend the winter with her mother. Too bad they didn't know she was never coming back. She wasn't coming back here anyway.