Eerie, Scary Stories for Summer Night
What do you do on sleepless nights to employ the long, tedious summertime? Here are some short stories that could send shivers down your spine and stop for a moment to think. We are all living in the world full of uncertainty and fuddery, which makes us uneasy quite often times. Horror stories or episodes might be the other side of our lives that are lurking anywhere to catch us off guard.
Meg, my BFF
by Jean Lee
Sally and Meg have been pretty tight since their
childhood. Meg was always right there by Sally’s side either when she was
needed or not. Since Sally met her Mr. Right someday, Meg’s loneliness came
into play as if she became a third wheel.
On the big day of Sally’s wedding, Meg sent her text message.
“Hey, girl, I wish I were there at your wedding, but
I’m leaving for some place where I’ll spend the rest of my life that day. I
will make sure to stay in touch, though. Love you forever.”
Sally had found new text message from Meg on her cell
phone every single night for over a month even after her wedding, but later on, she heard from their
mutual friend that Meg took her own life on Sally’s wedding day. Sally took out
her cell to double-check all the text messages sent from Meg. Nothing was found
since her wedding day. Sally became confused if she was dreaming a nightmare or
a nightmare is dreaming Sally’s life without Meg.
What They Don’t Tell You about the Dead
By Crimsai
I don’t want to sound mean, but the dead are pretty
clueless. I’ve always seen them. When I was younger everyone thought I was just
talking to imaginary friends. After a couple of years, when I overheard my
parents talk about calling a psychologist, I realised what I was talking to.
See, ghosts don’t tend to realise they’re dead, and they don’t look like in the
movies, they look just like us. I’m pretty smart for a 13-year-old, so I
started noticing certain patterns to tell them apart from the living. They could
be a bit distant from living people, or you’d see them try to talk to people
who wouldn’t even notice them. Some of them could tell I was different, that I
noticed them. Like this guy I saw after school yesterday. I’m a big boy now,
see, I don’t need my parents to pick me up, home is just a short walk away. He
was standing away from the other parents, didn’t talk to them, just stared at
me, that’s how I knew he was one of the ghosts. I went over, told him I knew
what he was, and asked how I could help him. I don’t remember much after that,
I think because of what happened this morning. Downstairs, my parents were
crying. I tried talking to them but they ignored me. They must have died last
night somehow, sometimes the new ghosts wouldn’t talk to me. Some police
officers and reporters just arrived, they won’t talk to me either, just my
parents. It’s weird, I’ve never seen so many ghosts together before. Why won’t
anyone talk to me?
The Prettiest Girl in the Class
by Twisting Straw
She was the prettiest girl in the class, but of course
she never heard that from me. I was obsessed with her. I’d steal glances at her
every chance I got.
During class when I was supposed to be taking notes, on
the train we rode after school.
But today I wanted to do more. I hopped off the train
when she got off and followed her out of the station and onto the sidewalk.
I made sure to keep my distance.
I wanted to surprise her.
It was pretty hard staying within a good distance of
her, though. She kept taking furtive glances back, and I looked down at my
phone or pretended to tie my shoe every time she would.
When she unlocked the door and stepped inside her
house, I crept to the front stairs. My heart pounded as I rang the doorbell.
A chime sounded from inside and awoke the butterflies
in my stomach. Just as I reached again for the doorbell, she opened the door
ajar and, recognizing my face, gestured for me to hurry in, promptly closing
the door behind me.
“There was a guy,” she paused, “There was a guy
following…”
“Yeah, it was me.” The words came out of my mouth
before I realized what I had said.
“I know that,” I sighed in relief “But I’m talking
about the man behind you.”
The doorbell chimed, and the butterflies in my stomach
stood still this time.
Guardians
By Dark Alligator
He awoke to the huge, insect like creatures looming
over his bed and screamed his lungs out. They hastily left the room and he
stayed up all night, shaking and wondering if it had been a dream. The next
morning, there was a tap on the door. Gathering his courage, he opened it to
see one of them gently place a plate filled with fried breakfast on the floor,
then retreat to a safe distance. Bewildered, he accepted the gift. The
creatures chittered excitedly. This happened every day for weeks. At first, he
was worried they were fattening him up, but after a particularly greasy
breakfast left him clutching his chest from heartburn, they were replaced with
fresh fruit. As well as cooking, they poured hot steamy baths for him and even
tucked him in when he went to bed. It was bizarre. One night, he awoke to
gunshots and screaming. He raced downstairs to find a decapitated burglar being
devoured by the insects. He was sickened, but disposed of the remains as best
he could. He knew they had just been protecting him. One morning the creatures
wouldn’t let him leave his room. He lay down, confused but trusting as they
ushered him back into bed. Whatever their motives, they weren’t going to hurt
him. Hours later a burning pain spread throughout his body. It felt like his
stomach was filled with razor wire. The insects chittered as he spasmed and
moaned. It was only when he felt a terrible squirming feeling beneath his skin
that he realized the insects hadn’t been protecting him. They had been
protecting their young.
Timekeeper
By Gridster 2
He had been given the watch on his tenth birthday. It
was an ordinary grey plastic wristwatch in every respect except for the fact
that it was counting down. “That is all of the time you have left in the world,
son. Use it wisely.” And indeed he did. As the watch ticked away, the boy, now
a man, lived life to the fullest. He climbed mountains and swam oceans. He
talked and laughed and lived and loved. The man was never afraid, for he knew
exactly how much time he had left. Eventually, the watch began its final
countdown. The old man stood looking over everything he had done, everything he
had built. 5. He shook hands with his old business partner, the man who had
long been his friend and confidant. 4. His dog came and licked his hand,
earning a pat on the head for its companionship. 3. He hugged his son, knowing
that he had been a good father. 2. He kissed his wife on the forehead one last
time. 1. The old man smiled and closed his eyes.
Then, nothing happened. The watch beeped once and
turned off. The man stood standing there, very much alive. You would think that
at that moment he would have been overjoyed. Instead, for the first time in his
life, the man was scared.
**Source from short horror stories on scoopwhoop
