Dare to Scare by Julie D.

This is the last entry for our Dare to Scare 

Writing Contest

Comments can be posted through November 5th. The author with the most comments will win a $15.00 gift card. Contest winner will be announced on Tuesday,

November 6th. If you submitted a story to the LRC dropbox and it wasn't posted  please see Mrs. Leahy. The English Department will be awarding a $15.00 gift card for the most creative and well written.

Nightmares

“And how does that make you feel?”

Same question, same setting, same person, same answer.

“I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to figure that out?”

Why didn’t she understand? I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Why else would I be sitting in a stuffy room, with a woman I barely knew, telling her insignificant happenings from my childhood? She was supposed to tell me how to get “better,” whatever that may be.

“I’ve told you this before.” She huffed. “I can’t tell you what to feel. Our time is up for today. Same time next week?”

She was always so smiley. I didn’t like smiley.

“Sure. Whatever.” I grabbed my backpack and stumbled out of there as fast as humanly possible. I sprinted to my truck, not wanting anyone to see my bruises in the sunlight. Why had I insisted on short sleeves today?

The engine in my ’54 Chevy roared to life as I turned the key. I flipped on the radio, dialed my favorite station, and blocked out everything but the music. A song was playing, one I had never heard before. The melody was complex, the lyrics haunting.

                        “Moonlight over the broken river,

                        A mother’s cry through the silent night.

                        The widow destroys a life of her own,

                        Only death can make this right.”

“Enough of that.” I murmured, smashing the power button. “why is traffic so freaking slow today?”

Then I saw it.

The funeral flag.

She was only six years old.

She had so much life ahead of her.

I swear, I didn’t mean to do it.

Not that anyone believed me. I was the social pariah of my small town, all because of a stupid mistake.

But I guess it is no longer a mistake if it happens more than once. Read more...

The Devil’s Daughter
      Have you ever felt angry and happy at the same time? In this story you will find things that are weird but natural at the same time. This story is about Lucy, who was a good girl. But one day something happened to her, and it changed her life. She was a little girl, her hair was wavy, and she loved to play with dolls.  She lived near a dark and noisy area. She had a family made up of her grandmother and her grandfather.
     
      It was a normal day. Lucy and her grandmother were in the cemetery, and Lucy found an old, dirty doll. Her grandma said that the doll probably belonged to some other girl who must have dropped it. So they looked everywhere to see if there was someone who claimed the doll. Actually her grandmother was not thrilled for her grandaughter to keep this object of strange origin, but since they didn’t find anyone who claimed the doll, Lucy took it home. The first few days, excited about her new doll, she talked to herself in her room and played. Grandma listened as the girl was playing in her room. But gradually Lucy was becoming mouthy and spoiled and even began to stop eating. When Grandma asked why she didn’t eat. Lucy replied, “Because the doll doesn’t want to eat. If I do the doll will stick me.” The grandmother obviously didn’t believe her and she said to Lucy, “Stick you? Stop playing and eat because dolls don’t talk,” but Lucy kept saying that she was definitely talking to her doll.  Read more...

Dare to Scare by Jelipe

Terror in the Night

     One dark night there were some elves living in the middle of the forest. There always was fog and in the night all you could hear were creepy songs. Six men decided to go to hunt some animals in the middle of the forest; they didn’t know that there were some elves there. When they were walking to the forest, one elf was behind a tree watching them. The elf disappeared in the fog, then a strong wind began and creepy songs started. The six hunters thought that something was wrong. They were afraid so they started running into the middle of the forest, into the fog. A few minutes later, they got lost because of the fog and two of them were separated from the group. The elf that had disappeared went to his little village and told the others elves that there were people in their forest. When they knew that there were humans there, they got angry. The leader of village got together with his evil elves to go and find the intruders. Some elves took spears, knives, and ropes to capture them. Read more...



Four Teens and the Village of La Llorona by Norma E.

            Once, a little bit far from the village, there was a woman who drowned her own children in the river next to her house. When the father saw that the children weren’t at home, he ran straight outside to the river and then found his wife with the children holding them but...they were dead. Since the father had a knife in his pocket, he grabbed the knife and stabbed his wife for killing their children. Blood came out of the woman’s body because the father was stabbing her so many times. The father was saying to his wife, “Die!! Die!!” The people of the village started to talk about it. They call her “La Llorona” because they say that she cries for her children to rest in peace. Years passed for the village that is close to the house of La Llorona.

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Thirteen Needles of the Ancient Redwood Fern by Sarah D.

The needles of the redwood fern are still like death, and as I slip underneath the tree, searching for my cat, the voices speak to me. Hollowed whispers, they scape into my mind long after darkness smothers the sky. Usually it's during potion brewing, when I'm preparing magic that the voices seem to slice in from all directions...ten, ten hundred voices addressing me. I stumble forward, seizing one of the fern's prickly branches to balance myself. Tightly, I press my eyes shut, and the voices, as if sensing my concentration, break into one assemble, a hissing screeching sensation...
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Monster Inside by Serafina G.

He is me. And I am him.

                Whenever I awaken, new blood stains my pale, white hands.

                Our pale, white hands.

                As I come to my senses, I try and recall anything I can. What brought me here? Where is here?

                Am I really myself right now? Or is this another of his sick illusions?

                Screaming is useless. I am alone. He always was good at covering his tracks; he would never allow someone to find him guilty of anything. Not when he has a perfectly weak, innocent host to cover for him.

                I raise myself up on trembling legs, and I stumble in what I hope is the right direction towards home. At first, the carnage surrounding me would have made me break down completely.

                He made me stronger than that.

                Instead, I can force myself to regain my strength, carry myself forward as I wait.

                I wait in the same way as him, as he lurks in the shadows, smirking in the darkness as he locks on to his next prey. I wait for him to find the next target, the next pawn in his game.

                I wait to relinquish control yet again, as the monster with my name stares on with deathly cold eyes.

                Eventually, inevitably, the time will come when I hear those ever-familiar words, uttered in that smooth, deep voice that could force even the strongest-willed human to bend to his will.

                The time has come, host. Sleep, and allow me to take over.

                And so I retreat into myself yet again, no longer confident enough to argue against it.

                My soul. His soul. Sharing mind and body alike, with only one question existing.

                Which of us is real? Me? Or the monster?