What would help you get distracted from the bothering heat
of a long hot Summer night? Here’s some horror stories that could lead you to
another world that gives you a sudden chill or thrill. Ready to get spooked?
The 1st Story (only 2
sentences)
At a lunatic doctor’s lab:
I finally found my wife the kidney she
needed.
It took forever to track down everyone
she’d donated organs to after the crash.
The 2nd Story (Just like our
current situation of being quarantined with cabin fever and losing track of time)
The
plane ride that never ends
I’ve Been Flying for almost Thirty Hours and The Flight
Attendants Won’t Stop Crying.
Thirty hours ago, I hopped on a late-night flight from
New York heading to Los Angeles. After boarding I saw that I had an entire row
to myself. Take off passed without incident, and soon I was stretched out for a
nap across the row.
I slept for a few hours, I don’t know how long, but I
woke up to some severe turbulence. It’s possible that the lights in the cabin
went out for a moment, but I was so disoriented that it’s hard to say.
I checked my phone to see that it was 4:03 AM, which I
figured gave me about an hour until we landed. When I looked out my window, I
was shocked to see nothing but wide open ocean. My jaw dropped; there’s
obviously no ocean between New York and Los Angeles.
I hit the button to call the flight attendant and spent
the next few minutes wracking my brain for a lake that could’ve been possibly
been big enough to explain what I was seeing. I jumped when the attendant
flipped off the light. She was grinning from ear to ear, and tears were pouring
down her cheeks.
“How can I help you sir?” she
asked.
“I froze for a moment at her
reaction before deciding to just ask my question. “Where are we? Why does it
look like we’re flying over an ocean?”
She wiped her cheeks to clear the tears, still grinning
wildly. “Sir, we’ll be landing in about an hour.”
“I, uh, OK, thank you,” I
said.
After she left I checked the clock on my phone again.
4:03 AM blinked back at me. It hadn’t changed.
I had to have been waiting with my call light on for at
least five minutes. How was it possible that it hadn’t changed at all? I opened
up my laptop and saw it too displayed 4:03 AM. I pulled out my phone, started a
stopwatch in the app, and spent the next two hours looking back and forth
between the clocks, waiting for them to change.
They never did.
I tapped the shoulder of an older woman sitting in the
row ahead of me. She looked back, an annoyed expression across her face. “Yes?”
she asked.
“Do you know how long until
we land?” I asked.
She narrowed her eyes. “That flight attendant said it
would be about another hour.”
I shook my head in confusion. “That flight attendant? We
talked almost two hours ago! We should’ve landed already.”
She stared at me as if I was crazy. I was going to
continue trying to convince her, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun to
see a male flight attendant grinning down at me, tears pinging off his cheeks
onto my shoulder.
“Sir, I’m going to ask you to
calm down, or I’ll be calling the Captain.”
I told him that wouldn’t be necessary and sat back. He
removed his hand and stepped away.
The flight attendants continued to stop by every few
hours offering meals. My stopwatch continued to tick up and is now telling me
that I’ve been on this plane for more than thirty hours.
I’ve explored all of coach and tried talking to some of
the other passengers, but they’ve all told me that they’re expecting to land in
an hour or so.
Around three hours ago I tried getting into first class.
I made it past the curtain but was escorted back by two grinning flight
attendants. Their grip on my arms were like iron.
“Sir, the seatbelt sign is
on,” one said. “Please remain in your seat with your buckle fastened. We’ll be
landing in about an hour.”
I’d just about given up hope when a woman came down the
aisle dressed in a business suit. She didn’t look at me or slow down, but she
dropped a piece of paper onto my tray as she made her way to the bathrooms at
the back of the plane.
I shot a look around before unrolling it.
It said, “Are you stuck too?”
I pulled out a pen and wrote “Yes. It’s been thirty
hours.”
I folded the scrap of paper up and set it on the tray
closest to the aisle. She left the bathroom and picked it up as she passed. It’s
been twenty minutes since then. I don’t know why, but I don’t think the flight
attendants would like it if they knew we were talking. It doesn’t matter. I
have to do something. I’ll update you all with whatever happens next.
The 3rd Story
I See Everything
I was with my little brother home alone when we suddenly
heard a creepy voice from the other room saying "Panda!_Panda! Come here.
I want to talk to you." We didn't know who or what it was and immediately
ran upstairs. While we were running to our room, we heard someone nearby say
"Do you boys think you can run from me? I see everything!" At this
point we were terrified, locking the door to our room, grabbing our mini
baseball bats and crying. We were certain we were going to be killed or eaten
by some monster. Then, it happened, a loud bang came from the closet and the
monster sprang out. We both screamed, my brother fell, and I threw the bat
at... my dad wearing an IT clown mask and laughing hysterically. Turns out he
was behind the whole thing. First, he had put all the cordless phones in the
house on speaker and said he was leaving to run some errands. Then, he
proceeded sneak back into the house, hide in our closet, and scare us.
The 4th Story
What happened at a crosswalk (the story I heard from someone)
I was at a crosswalk waiting for green light. It was a
brutally hot Summer afternoon in Tokyo. There was one tall woman who caught my
eyes on the other side of the crosswalk. She had long, pitch black hair with blunt
bangs, and was wearing a black-colored long sleeve dress. Although I couldn’t
tell or clearly see her eyes, nose, and mouth due to distance, her pale white face
made a creepy contrast to her solid black dress.
As soon as the light turned green, everyone on both sides
started to cross the crosswalk. Since she stood out in the crowd in every way, I
wasn’t able to look the other way while crossing the road. Only a couple more
steps were between me and the weird looking woman. Five, four, three, two, ….and
one! Holy crap! Oh, no…..The woman in a long black dress had a shiny white face
but no eyes and nose. Only the vague lips on her face were whispering to me as
we pass each other “You see me?”
Every pedestrian had already crossed the road, and the
traffic light was turning red. I wasn’t able to move but stand in the middle of
the road. When I was startled by honking cars and looked back, the woman was
nowhere to be seen.
(*Picture source: https://urbanlegendsonline.com/the-curse-of-the-faceless-woman/ )
Are you interested in creating artwork on your plain fingernails?
Time to jazz up your boring nails? I believe that most of you love neat, tidy,
and sometimes wild or colorful set of fingernails. Quite a lot of ESL students
might want to learn about nail shop expressions/ terms in English to get their
beautiful ideas about nail artwork across. Let us explore and nail the
expressions to be used in nail shops. 😊 
