Scary Story By Ling "Unseen Things"

I couldn’t put my finger on it but it was there. Lurking in the darkness where my eyes couldn’t see. There had been a killer on the loose for some time now. 2 victims, 2 kids. Convenient, All four victims were all acquainted with me somehow. Many people said I was the next victim. I watched my back for a few weeks but nothing unusual happened until my friend, Jake disappeared, another on of my friends went missing for about 4 days until they found his body mangled in the woods. That made 3, 3 kids, 3 victims. I never saw the body but I knew it had to be bad. All the time I felt like someone was watching me, keeping an eye on me. Even when I was home in bed, he was there.

The night after they found Jake I got a phone call, a call from the police. I picked up the phone and they said, ”Is this the blake residence? ”I answered, ”Yes, this is”. I knew it couldn’t be good, anytime you get a phone call from the police you knew it can’t be good news. “is this james?” I replied a yes, “steve mingleton is dead”, I hung up. “O s***” is said it softly so my parents wouldn’t notice. Steve mingleton was one of my best friends, I knew him since first grade. Everyone around me was dying, all at once, all my past and future was crumbling beneath me. I didn’t know what to do. 4 kids, 4 victims. My mom was already freaking out and if I called anymore of my family I was afraid that they would get all caught up in my c***. Let me tell you the story from the beginning…

A few months ago something happened, something everybody knew but didn’t talk about. We knew it because for a few weeks everybody was weird. Something just wasn’t right. Everything they knew we didn’t. We asked but when anybody brought anything about it up it was ignored. Then after everything blew over, it happened again. Everybody just went blank, nobody was active or enthusiastic about anything. But this time we knew what it was all about but the bad thing was, it involved me. Yes, I was the first one to know, I was the one who had to do something about it. That’s where I came into play. Everyone I was ever acquainted with was now involved.

What I found was a body, a dead, slaughtered, bloody, murdered body. I was alone at a sump, a big hole where they were going to build an apartment building. The reason I was there was because I smoked. All the time, I would tell my mom I was going to hang out at my school and I would go there. As soon as I got there I saw brown strands and clumps. I went over and I gagged. “ Oh F***!” I saw it, lying there. It was jenny straton. Jenny straton was the girl I had dated for three years, and now she is dead and gone. Someone I had loved since I met her in sixth grade. She was all cut up, her shirt was ripped and she was in a puddle of her own blood. I ran, I had no idea where I was going, all I knew was I had to get away from there. I didn’t know who to tell but I knew I had to tell someone. The biggest mistake I did was who I told my good friend, CJ burke.

I ran to his house thinking if I should even tell him or should I just keep it a secret. Everything around me was a blur, nothing looked familiar to me even though I had lived there for my entire life. MY body just knew where it was going. When I got there he answered the door. What a relief at least I knew he was home. We went up in his room and we talked for a while but I didn’t bring it up until he asked me, “You okay man, you look like you have something to say”. “I have to tell you something and you’re not going to like it, Jjjjenny Stststtraton is dDDDead” I told him, I had a hard time doing it but I got it out. “No s***!” He was being sarcastic. “I’m serious,” I said to him, “Show me” He said, “No, you don’t want to” I replied. “Come on, show me” this time I agreed, I knew I would regret it but he wanted to so bad that I just let him talk me into it.

As soon as we got to the sump I told him where it was, I was not going through that again. He went up down there, as soon as he saw the whole picture, “Oh S***, what the h*** are we going to do?”, “I have no idea,” I said. We went home, to his house. All the way home he acted like he was in shock from what he saw, ever since I showed him he hasn’t said a word, even if I talked to him he didn’t say a word. “Cj, you okay?” I asked, no reply. We went up to his room we both sat on his bed and I said to him, “I told you you wouldn’t like it”. I could see it in his eyes, he was dead scared. I went home and thought about what I had seen. I knew I had to do something but what to do. But I also knew people would eventually find it, so I figured I would just forget about it and let other people deal with it.

The next morning I went there to see if anything had happened. There was news, paramedics, neighbors everywhere. I went down to see what they had done, the body was gone, just forensic people, news and neighbors. When they saw me they ran to me, news and everything. I knew something must be wrong. the news was asking me so many questions it was just mumble until one question stood out, “Why, why did you kill her?”.

I was in a state of confusion, I had no idea where they got the idea I had killed her. I went up to one of the policemen standing around and asked him, “How do they know it was the kid?” he replied, “They found his fingerprints on the glass bottle that they think was the murder weapon”. I was in shock, “Oh S***”, I knew what they were talking about. Yesterday when I Kneeled down to look at the body there was a glass bottle just where I was going to kneel and I picked it up and moved it. I knew I was screwed. I ran home and told my mom. She flipped, she was crying and calling the cops to find out what was going on. I told her that I didn’t do it but she didn’t notice, at that moment everything was blocked out from her, she was in her own little zone. I went to CJ’s house.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, Cops to my right, news to my left. I saw Cj’s mom, I asked her what was going on and she said, “Cj was murdered last night, bled to death from the cuts”. I ran up to the house and went in, the cops tried to stop me but I got past. I ran up to CJ’s room and saw it, he was on his bed, bleeding all over the place. His left ear had a chuck missing and his right pointer finger was gone. I ran out of his house, this was getting out of hand.

I couldn’t put my finger on it but it was there. Lurking in the darkness where my eyes couldn’t see. The killer had been on the loose for some time now. 2 victims, 2 kids. Convenient, All four victims were all acquainted with me somehow. Many people said I was the next victim. I watched my back for a few weeks but nothing unusual happened until my friend, Jake disappeared, another on of my friends went missing for about 4 days until they found his body mangled in the woods. That made 3, 3 kids, 3 victims. I never saw the body but I knew it had to be bad. All the time I felt like someone was watching me, keeping an eye on me. Even when I was home in bed, he was there.

The night after they found Jake I got a phone call, a call from the police. I picked up the phone and they said, ”Is this the blake residence? ”I answered, ”Yes, this is”. I knew it couldn’t be good, anytime you get a phone call from the police you knew it can’t be good news. “is this james?” I replied a yes, “steve mingleton is dead”, I hung up. “O s***” is said it softly so my parents wouldn’t notice. Steve mingleton was one of my best friends, I knew him since first grade. Everyone around me was dying, all at once, all my past and future was crumbling beneath me. I didn’t know what to do. 4 kids, 4 victims. My mom was already freaking out and if I called anymore of my family I was afraid that they would get all caught up in my c***.

I had to confront him, the one who was doing all the damage in my life. The next morning I wrote with chalk a note, to the killer, on the wall of my school. Everyone noticed, even him. I knew that because the next day, I got a note. It said. “Okay no more victims, I want you, tomorrow night I will be tending to your grave, your girlfriends deathbed” That was it, I was going to kill this Bas****, once and for all. All day I prepared, my weapon would be a barbed wire bat. My dad had some old rusty barbed wire in the garage, I wrapped it around an old baseball bat. I also took my mom’s old brandy and made Molotov Cocktails. I knew I was ready. Tomorrow night would decide my fate or my future.

He next day nightfall approached. I told my mom I was going to Jamie’s, my Cj’s girlfriend, but I was going nowhere near there. I went right to the place where Jenny was, I could picture her body, lying there bloody and dead. Then I heard it, footsteps from him. He was standing right in front of me. I took out the bat. He was standing with his back towards me. I took one swing and hit him right in the middle of the back, he fell. He was motionless, I walked up to his head and kneeled next to him. “AHHHHH!” I yelled, I felt a knife go into my side. He got up and grabbed me by the arm, he threw me down into the sump, the pain was so bad. I pulled out a Molotov and lit it, I threw it up at him and it landed next to him. His whole leg went up in flames. He ran like a retard.

He put it out and he ran out of the sump. I ran after him, it was hard but I knew I had to. I walked silently down the road. I heard crackling of footsteps but I didn’t see anybody. Then I saw it, a bush move, a branch moved slightly but I knew it was him. I went up to the bush, Peered inside. He jumped out and grabbed me by the neck, he stabbed me with a knife in the stomach. I grabbed his hand and he dropped the knife. I kicked him in the trinkets and he let me go. I picked up the knife and stabbed him in the shoulder, he fell to the ground in agony. He was wearing a mask, an old demon mask. I recognized it, but from where? I ripped it off, “Holy S***!” it was, “AHHH!” I woke up in my bed in my room with CJ, Jenny, Jake and Steve all sleeping next to me on the floor. “It was all a dream?” I turned and saw it, on my wall, the demon mask from Halloween last year. The exact one, “It can’t be” The End