Jay - HORROR
Y'know, I'm bored. And when I get bored, I write. And guess what time of year it is? And guess whose teacher has been doing a creepy stories lesson for the past few weeks?
Thanks Edgar Allan Poe, for giving me the time and inspiration to terrify my readers!
(Let's hope no one kills me for posting when I shouldn't!)
(I might. But that'd require work -Noelle)
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"Mum, look!" The girl tottered up to her mother, mouth agape in a toothy smile. In her pudgy fingers was a book, well worn and dog-eared. The cover was blurred and splotched with unidentifiable stains and the title was barley noticeable. Grimm Fairy Tales.
The mother, realizing it must be one of those Brother's Grimm books, took it from the little girl and checked the price. Only 2.00?
"Well, you can get it, dear. But are you sure?" She asked, tapping the dirty cover in mild concern. The girl giggled and made grabby hands at the tome until her mother finally paid for it.
She held it tightly in her arms, the dark leather in heavy contrast with her neon pink shirt and yellow skirt. All the way home she held it, occasionally peeking inside and giggling at what she saw.
"What's so funny, dear?" Her mother asked, herding the five-year-old into their home and closing the door behind her.
"The pictures, mummy," The girl held up the book and smiled. "Read it to me?"
The lady tapped a nail against her chin thoughtfully before nodding. "Alright, go to the couch. I'll get some snacks."
As the girl settled on the leather sofa, her mother prepared a sandwich for her daughter, going to return only to shriek in shock.
Her daughter was covered in black ink, brown hair plastered to her forehead. The book was open on the coffee table, the pages - all of them blank - flipping back and forth furiously. Giggling, the girl looked up at her mother, her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Mummy, the pictures. The pictures move, mummy." She almost sang as an inky form rose behind her, it's lanky form reaching the ceiling.
"Wha-" Her mother was cut off by two hands clamping around her neck.
"Mummy, the pictures like us. They want us to join them. We're gonna join them, mummy!" The girl squealed happily before everything went dark.
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"Today, a young girl and her mother were found dead in their home, which was completely and utterly empty of any furniture or food except for a single book. If anyone has an information on this supposed murder, please call your local police depart-"
"Mummy, we joined the pictures. We hope you like the pictures, mummy. But don't worry, we'll have more pictures soon. They're finding more pictures, mummy."
Thanks Edgar Allan Poe, for giving me the time and inspiration to terrify my readers!
(Let's hope no one kills me for posting when I shouldn't!)
(I might. But that'd require work -Noelle)
~~~~~
"Mum, look!" The girl tottered up to her mother, mouth agape in a toothy smile. In her pudgy fingers was a book, well worn and dog-eared. The cover was blurred and splotched with unidentifiable stains and the title was barley noticeable. Grimm Fairy Tales.
The mother, realizing it must be one of those Brother's Grimm books, took it from the little girl and checked the price. Only 2.00?
"Well, you can get it, dear. But are you sure?" She asked, tapping the dirty cover in mild concern. The girl giggled and made grabby hands at the tome until her mother finally paid for it.
She held it tightly in her arms, the dark leather in heavy contrast with her neon pink shirt and yellow skirt. All the way home she held it, occasionally peeking inside and giggling at what she saw.
"What's so funny, dear?" Her mother asked, herding the five-year-old into their home and closing the door behind her.
"The pictures, mummy," The girl held up the book and smiled. "Read it to me?"
The lady tapped a nail against her chin thoughtfully before nodding. "Alright, go to the couch. I'll get some snacks."
As the girl settled on the leather sofa, her mother prepared a sandwich for her daughter, going to return only to shriek in shock.
Her daughter was covered in black ink, brown hair plastered to her forehead. The book was open on the coffee table, the pages - all of them blank - flipping back and forth furiously. Giggling, the girl looked up at her mother, her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Mummy, the pictures. The pictures move, mummy." She almost sang as an inky form rose behind her, it's lanky form reaching the ceiling.
"Wha-" Her mother was cut off by two hands clamping around her neck.
"Mummy, the pictures like us. They want us to join them. We're gonna join them, mummy!" The girl squealed happily before everything went dark.
~~~~~~~~
"Today, a young girl and her mother were found dead in their home, which was completely and utterly empty of any furniture or food except for a single book. If anyone has an information on this supposed murder, please call your local police depart-"
"Mummy, we joined the pictures. We hope you like the pictures, mummy. But don't worry, we'll have more pictures soon. They're finding more pictures, mummy."
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