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Posted by CandleClock on: 03:40 AM, 12/17/20
Stories written by a once notorious terrortortellini member Bryder314.

Do you believe in magic?

This is my first creepy pasta story that I've written. I hope you like it and I'll be writing my second one as soon as I post this. ;)

Theres a haunted McDonald's in every city, the Ronald McDonald statue may seem happy and friendly but a dark and sinister force exists in ever Ronald McDonald statue. There is a kid that liked the food and he would pay with it with his life. 

Ronald Berman loved going to Micky D's to get a happy meal and playing with the brand new toy that was found inside. What Ronald loved more was the playground, the winding multicolored tubes and the slide that ended in a ball pit.  "Now you becareful and dont get lost in there." Ronald's mom said.

"Okay mommy!" Ronald exclaimed before running to the playground.  He stopped at the door and looked at the Ronald McDonald statute smiling happily, Ronald the boy didn't feel happy looking at the statute. It's red smile seem to turn into a frown before the boy's eyes. He shook his head and entered the playground. The first thing he did was run into the tunnels. He scrambled into the multicolored tubes.  First came the purple tube and crawled on his hands and knees he heard other children ahead and behind him. Whenever he looked behind him he never saw another kid. There was a plastic bubble on the side, he hit it but the people on the outside didn't look at him. They continued to laugh and eat their food. Ronald crawled off, he entered the red colored section of the tunnels he felt hot all of a sudden and an eerie laughter surrounded him.  He got hotter and sweety and the laughing got louder. He another voice, "Do you believe in magic?" The voice sang.

"N-no." Ronald responded, sweat getting into eyes and stinging them. It was getting so hot that it felt like he was melting like the plastic toys he put in the microwave. When Ronald said no, it seemed to get less hotter. "But  I sure I hope you do".

It seemed to get hotter again and the air rippled with the heat and then the voice seemed to get closer just when Ronald cross into the blue colored tunnels and the heat seemed to stop instantly immediately. The blue colored tunnel seemed cold, like an air conditioner was on at full blast. Ronald shivered and was determined to get to the end of the tunnel. The sweat became a shell of ice and his close became stiff because it was frozen. The voice cackled madly in Ronald's ear. "Do you believe in magic?" The voice sings and the blue tunnel got colder. Ronald was so close to the the orange tunnel, what surprises did the orange tunnel and the voice have in store for him?

"I made it!" Ronald happily said as he shivered into the orange tunnel. He heard other kids voices again behind him, ahead of him and above and below. Suddenly orange colored hands and his feet.  The tunnel then suddenly began to spin, faster and faster. Ronald screamed as the voice began to sing, the voice sounded like the Ronald McDonald Clown.  "Do you believe in magic?" The voice cackled as Ronald the boy was spun around and the children's voice joined the singing. The boy struggled out of the hands that grabbed him and they released him. He skittered down the orange tunnel and scampered into the yellow tunnel. What possible traps did the yellow tunnel have? Ronald knew when his hands sunk into the yellow plastic like it was mud. He was stuck again, the yellow tube led to the slide that would lead him to the ball pit and from there he could run back to his mommy and leave this awful place. He used all his strength to escape from the sucking plastic yellow tunnel and it made sad noises as he pulled away and to the slide. He hollered as he slid down the slide and into the ball pit yes, he was finally free. Suddenly he realized there was no bottom of the ball pit and he clammerdd to the sides to prevent the ball put from sucking him in, why were all the kids just laughing and playing as he fought for his life? He screamed for his mommy. The voice came back and it was sinister just as ever. "Do you believe in magic?!"

Suddenly hands pulled him from below and into the balls, then a hand pulled him up and out of the balls it was his mommy.

"I thought I told you not to get lost?" Ronald mom laughed and tussled her boy's hair with a smile. "Ready to go?"

"Yes!" Ronald said he would be glad to get out of this terrible place and scary tunnels and balls.  The Ronald McDonald statue seemed to have a mad face as Ronald was led out of McDonalds. Ronald's mom fastened him in the seat and drove off.  "Dear, can I ask you something?" Ronald's mom asked, her voice sounded funny.

"Yes, mommy?"

"DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC!" She hollered. It wasnt Ronald mom at all it was the clown and she cackled madly as she drove the car down the street and into a sea of balls like in the ball pit. Where Ronald would remain forever.

The Party

This is my second story, it took me longer to type than the first one. I think it's much better than the first story.

It was Friday at Streamview High, Daniel Nykl never expected the hottest girl in the school, Shannyn Nachman to personally give him an invitation to a party.  The biggest even in his 17 years of life, after years of being in the background the girl of his dreams materializes and gives him a piece of paper that would catapult him from being a nobody to somebody. He stared into her bright blue eyes and she stared back. Her blonde hair was soft and smelled like strawberries   and she wore soft pink lilstick. She smiled and Daniel's heart did a flip flop in his chest. She was so pretty, she walked away and Daniel stared at her butt.

One of Daniels friends popped up and slapped his friend on the back. "Awesome man! You got invited to Shannyn's party!"

"I know! What do I bring?" Daniel asked as he stared at the invitation that was written with sparkly pink ink and the i's dotted with hearts.  "Booze!"

Daniel and Sam bumped fists and the bell rang so they ran to class. They were both excited about the party that would be the biggest event of their pathetic social lives.

The bell rang signalling the end of class and school, Daniel couldn't wait for the party and he would just sneak out some of his mom's strawberry vodka so he wouldn't be the only loser to be without bringing some booze.  He got out of the bus, how would he tell his parents that he was going to a party? Surely they knew, but he had already told him that he was hanging out of his friend's house for the weekend. Maybe just telling them that would be enough.
Daniel's mom greeted him when he walked through The door, "Hi Danny."
"Hi Mom." Daniel said. "I'm still going to Michael's."
"Is that all?"
Daniel sighed, was she going to ask him if he was going to Shannyn Nachman's party and he would be the only one not going and he would forever be the loser that was invited but his parents wouldnt let him because there would be no doubt that the party would be unsupervised. "Yes, that's all mom." Daniel said.
His mom nodded. "Okay then. Will you be around for dinner? I'm going to order pizza or something I'm too tired to fix anything."
Daniel ran up stairs to do his homework, but then thought he would just finish it in homeroom and copy off Michael's anyway. But be started some of it. A couple of hours passed.

"Dinners ready" his mom called.  She ordered pizza with mushrooms and sausages and hamburger. Then while his parents were busy watching TV he would sneak off and take his mom's bottle of strawberry vodka. It would sure be a hit with Shannyn and the other girls. Daniel took a quick shower and put on a pair of skinny jeans, a hoodie and a pair of new chuck taylors he bought recently. Now he was ready to party and left for Michael, who had his license and a car to drive him to Shannyn's.

Daniel knocked on the door and Michael opened the door. "Parents aren't home."

Daniel showed off the bottle of strawberry vodka and Michael smiled. "Awesome, man. Shannyn is going to love that." Michael said. "C'mon let's go and party!"

Daniel hopped into the car and they sped off. Michael was talking about who would be at the party and they were both excited.  They arrived at Shannyn's house and it was huge and there were cars already parked and people already were partying. Daniel walked up the steps with Michael and Shannyn greeted them at the door. She wore a tight pink dress and high heels. 
 She smiled happily when Daniel showed her the bottle of strawberry vodka. "It's so big!" She said with a giggles and she took Daniel by the hand and walked him into the house. There was music, drinking and people making out sporadically. Shannyn lead Daniel into the kitchen. She looked scared.

"Do you know why I'm having a party, Dan?" Shannyn asked her blue eyes looked scared. Why did she look scared there were all these people here. "The house is haunted and the ghost doesn't come out when there's a lot of people are in the house."

"Okay." Daniel  took a swig of the strawberry vodka and offered her some. She took a sip too and seemed to calm down.
"But seriously." She pouted and stamped her feet."The place is haunted and the ghost murders anybody that's alone and not making noise."

Suddenly the lights went out and there was hollering and screams. Shannyn pressed herself against Daniel, she was shivering. The lights came back on and Michael popped his head into the kitchen, he was pale and sweaty.  "Rick is gone!"
"Oh no! Not Rick!" Shannyn gasped, Daniel could smell her strawberry scented hair. "We have to look for him. Stay together and I'll get the flash lights." Now they were looking for Rick, who was Shannyn's ex. Threw out the house without the music was quiet and eerie and they all felt creeped out. Like the very house had sprouted eyes and everyone was staring out at them. They checked all of the rooms and there was no Rick in any of them. "Rick you better just be playing around!" Shannyn hollered her blonde hair streaming behind her. We came to a hallway that ended with a bathroom. Daniel knocked on it and there was no answer it was also locked.

Daniel and Michael busted the door down. There was toilet paper all over the place. They found Michael, he was wrapped head to toe in toilet paper was wound in such way about his gave the appearance of a large pointed turban and was stuffed in the toilet. They couldn't just continue the party and leave Rick like this and go back to the party. Should they call 911? Who would believe them that they didn't kill Rick?

Rick was dead, Daniel felt those eyes on him again. The lights went out and Daniel screamed and screamed.

Flippity flop

This is my third story. I hope it's good.


Buyer beware, in malls sometimes the price of something is not worth your life. Everyone where's pants but it's not everyday a pair of pants gain a life of their own and seek out meat, especially human meat.

A man saw a pair of pants that said 25% off, the man looked for a sale sign but he didnt see one and he walked into the dressing room to try the pants on. They were the perfect fit and then suddenly! Chomp! The man felt a pain in his waist and with a gulp the pants sucked the man down into a bloody red mist. Flippity flop! The pants walked themselves back out of the dressing room and folded themselves back up so a price that said 50% off could be see by all, but there was no sell that day.

Another man saw the pants and that they were 50% off.  "WOW! THAT'S A LOW PRICE!" Cried the man and tried on the pants. CHOMP! The man felt a pain in his ankles.  "Ow! What bit me!" And his feet fell off and the man fell and banged his head. He was dizzy and pain and then he felt something like a bear trap bite his waist. GULP SLURP! BURP! The man vanished into the pair of pants. Yet the evil pants was not satisfied it needed more food.

Flippity flop! It wondered around the store looking for prey to eat.  Flippity flop! The pants walked like they had legs but they did not, it wondered up the stairs of the mall.  Flippity flop!  Down the stairs. FLIPPITY FLOP! It didn't have ears but it sensed prey was near so flop it went and folded itself up. Now the price read 75% off. A person picked them up and went into the fitting rooms to try on the amazing pants. CHOMP GOBBLE BURP! And the person vanished into the pants with a noisy slurp.

The pants walked out the dressing room but a person saw them this time. "Pants don't walk around with someone in them!" stated the man and pulled out his shotgun and shot at the pants. But the pants did a back flip to avoid the shotgun bullets with accuracy and speed. Flippity flop the pants ran at the man The top hole opening and closing like a fish mouth.

BANG! BANG! The shotgun went. Flippity flop went the pants. The man threw down his shotgun and swung a pipe at the pants with strength and speed. Clomp! Went the pipe against the pants. It didn't seem to hurt the pants as it was evil. It tangled up the man's legs and tripped him.

Then the pants climbed on the man's head. The man hollered and kicked his legs and the pants slowly bit down on the man's head as he screamed. No one in the mall helped Bob, as they were too memorized by the 100% off sales for pants.

The pants ate him from the head down to the legs, finally the pants were satisfied.

Eye doll

wrote this after I had a weird dream. I hope you like my 4th story.

James Riling liked drawing. What he liked drawing more than anything else were eyes. Especially eyes that were popping out of people heads or clusters of them being squished between toes to be turned into jelly. One day his teacher saw his eyeball drawings, she tsked and tutted and took the drawing of the cluster of eyes.

"You're going to get nightmares!" The teacher said.
"I don't care." James said and reached for the drawing that was snatched further from his reach. The teacher continued to scold him.
"No, no! You're going to get nightmares and you're going to regret drawing this picture." The teacher gave back the drawing.

James continued to draw the cluster of eyes and made them bigger and bigger. Then James parents picked him up from the after school program.

"Are you ready to go, James?" his parents asked.
James folded up the paper and stuffed it into his pocket. James didn't know what he did and he would regret it that night. But he did not regret drawing his favorite things. The evening was uneventful and soon the time came for James to go to bed. He said good night to his parents and his little sister.

James drew more eyes before he went to bed, he wanted to finish his favorite picture and once he finished the final eyeball he put the picture away. He was finally satisfied. He turned out the light.

The moment his head hit the pillow he fell immediately into a dream. This was a weird dream where his sister was holding his toothbrush and playing with it. He yelled at his sister.
"Why are you playing with my toothbrush!" James yelled but his sister  didn't care and she continued to play with it.
"I'm going to play with it and make it mine." His sister said and then she started to clean the sink out with James's toothbrush and humming happily as she cleaned.
"Stop it! Right now!" James hollered and grabbed his sister's hands and tried to get the toothbrush from his sister but her hold on the tooth brush was surprisingly strong. Then suddenly the fight ended on the stairs and they tumbled down the stairs! They fought as they fell, punching and kicking James tried to get his toothbrush back. "Give me my toothbrush!"
"No no no!" His sister yelled in a weird voice that didn't sound like his sister at all.

They landed at the last step and his sister suddenly sat up and cried. But something was weird. Her tears were like hot glue spilling out of her eyes. What did James do? Why are weird tears coming out of her eyes. Then suddenly huge globs of the glue like tears gushed out and her eyes began to pop attached to blood red optic nerves and they pooled on the floor while his sister continued to cry. 

"Look what you done!" A voiced cried.
"You've killed your sister!" Another voiced cried out.
"Oh no! I've killed my sister!" James yelled. He then ran back up stairs to tell his parents what happened and how the thing that cried wasn't his sister but an eye doll!

Suddenly it was nigh time and he tried to wake his parents they suddenly sat up and their eyes shot out and they laughed madly at him.
"Ga ha ha ha ha!" They laughed as their eyes whipped around at James and wrapped around his arms and legs. James screamed and laughed and the eye doll parents laughed as James was pulled towards them. James got free and he ran into his bed room and slammed his door shut. The eye dolls knocked on the door and the weird hot glue liquid stuff spilled under the door. "Let us in James!"

"No no no!" James yelled and he suddenly found him self in an ancient temple. The nightmare came true and James suddenly was mad that his teacher was right. She is never right about anything he shouldn't do. James ran and hollered and suddenly he found a pit. In the pit was a weird looking mommy with long black hair and bulging blue eyes. The mummy flipped around and it was made of many sections. The mummy sat up and stared at James. "You will no longer have nightmares!" the mummy said, looking at James. Then it flew out of a hole. The last thing James saw was the inside of an eye doll monster.

James sat up from his nightmare, he was scared and shivering from the fear. He suddenly ran to his sisters room and she was sound asleep. He then ran into his parents bed room. His mom suddenly sat up and her eyeballs popped out of her head. "Ga ga ga ga ga! I lied!" James was stuck in his horrible eye ball dream and no matter what he did he couldn't wake up again.

Beady black eyes

My fifth, this one is actually a little more scary.

Beady Black Eyes

Every day on his way home from school Bryce would cut through the duck park.  He would watch the ducks that waddled and quacked as he approached them. On some occasions they would lower their heads and raise their wings and run at Bryce. Bryce would pretend to be scared and run away from the duck.

"I'm no match for you, Mr. Duck!" Bryce taunted and quacked. He threw in a large rock into the pond and all the beady eyes of the duck stared at trespasser. They quacked and clacked their bills. Bryce will wish he hadn't done that.  Ducks are like people and they don't like being mistreated.  Especially by teenagers. They were the worst. The ducks will show Bryce the folly of his foul ways.

Instead of the alarm waking up Bryce to wake up, he was awakened by quacking.  Loud quacking. Bryce got out his bed and looked out the window. In the yard were at least fifty ducks and the yard looked like a pond. It must have rained a lot last night to be deep enough for the ducks.

Bryce put on his clothes and some rain boots just for this occasion, it was time to kick some ducks! He ran outside ready to kick a duck and then stopped in his tracks.

Every duck turned its beady eyes towards Bryce. This was the mean thing that threw the rock and splashed the elder duck. The ducks began to quack quietly, waddling slowly to Bryce as he stood in place.

"What do you want?" Bryce asked.

The ducks stared, "Quack!" They said. Then one by one they flapped away. Before Bryce's eyes the water disappeared when the last duck flew away that looked different than the others. It had a red head and silver feet. Nobody would believe this if he told them. He kept quiet, people would think he was crazy. Ducks making a pond appear in the middle of a yard, was crazy. Bryce went to school.

At school when he looked out the window there would be a duck that stared with beady eyes. It seemed to know it had Bryce's attention. It would stare and stare.  Bryce hurried to his next class. There was a group of people blocking up the hall way.  Bryce moved through the group.
"Look at it!" A girl named Amy said.
"It's so cute!" Another girl said.
The duck saw Bryce and walked over to him and big his shoe. It also tugged at his shoe lace before walking out a door. It quacked and flew away.

At lunch it got even weirder, there were more ducks looking in than ever before. They all seemed to be staring at Bryce with beady black eyes and they clacked their bills. Bryce started to feel funny. He made it through the last of his classes. When he was leaving there was the duck with the red head and silver feet. It stared at Bryce with beady black eyed that never blinked. Bryce was feeling sicker now. What was happening to him? He cut through the duck part as it was the quickest way to his house.

There were even more ducks at the park and they were all staring at him with their beady black eyes. They quacked quietly, it sounded like chanting. The duck with the red head and silver feet was quack chanting the loudest. Each quack made Bryce's ears hurt. Bryce became to feel sicker and dizzy. The world was turning and he passed out.

Bryce woke up and he still felt funny, the world look funny too. He heard his friends from school and he got up and ran as fast as he could. "Help! I was attacked by ducks and it did something to me!"

"Hey there little guy!" Jessica said and she threw bread crumbs at Bryce. Why were they throwing bread at him? Why weren't they listening to him!

His friends left after not listening to him. He walked to the water and looked at his reflection. "What happened?!" He didn't see himself anymore, normally where there was a handsome face was now a duck. "Noooo!"

But all that came out were quacks.

The Beginning

It's silly to think that clothes that everyone wears could come to life and move around on their own. It's true, every last word of it.

There was a man who made the world's perfect pants.  They wouldn't stain, tear, or fade. They even could fit a person of any size, they were the perfect pants.  They would remain pristine forever.  Those who made pants wouldn't like that and they couldn't make money if they people only  buy one pair of pants.

Companies didn't like this, they sent people out to talk to the man in hopes of selling his miraculous pants. The man refused to sell them. He planned on mass producing the pants and becoming rich because people bought his pants. The people got annoyed with the man and picked up knife and stabbed the man in the chest. The man looked at the knife in his chest.

The men looked at the knife in the man's chest. The man decided to curse the men and the pants they were searching for. "You shall never have my wonderful pants!" He gasped then he felled dead at their feet.

"What do we do?" One of the men asked and he stared at the dead body that began to bleed all over the floor.

"We bury it in the basement and never speak of this again!" Another man said.

They got shovels and picks and began to dig in the basement. They finally made a hole deep enough and threw the dead body in it. They made a vow never to speak of the deed that happened that night. They spat in their hands and sealed the deal.

A new family moved into the man's house and all was quiet the first night. Then on the second night they heard a strange sound. Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! The husband sat up and listened to the sound. It walked by the door. Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! The husband ran over and opened the door. There was nothing there! The husband went back to bed. The moment his head hit the pillow he heard the sound again! Flippity-flop! It walked by the door again. The husband was scared now. He nudged his wife but she rolled over and still slept.  All through the night the sound went back and forth. Flippity-flop!

In the morning the family was eating breakfast at the table.

"Did you hear that weird noise?" The father asked."It walked across the floor all night."

"Nope!" The boy exclaimed. "I slept like a log."

"Me neither." The girl said.

"I heard you get up." The mother said. "But I didn't hear the noise you're talking about."

"How can that be?" The father asked. The more he thought about it the more he remembered the amazing low price of the house. He bought it the moment he heard the low price!

The next night they were all in bed.  Then when everyone but the father was in bed he heard the sound again! Flippity-flop! It walked by the door! Back and forth it walked by the door of their room all night. The husband remained awake all night. In the morning the father was extremely tired from being awake all night.

"I heard it! I heard it!" The boy said.

"Me too!" The girl said.

"I still haven't heard it."

Then they heard it! Flippity flop! Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! Down the stairs! Flippity flop! Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! Up the stairs! It Flippity-flopped all day. Then they saw it! A pair of walking pants! It danced and hopped around when the family finally saw the pair of amazing pants.

What should they do?! Attack it? It started to walk again, Flippity flop! Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! It walked towards the basement and it started to point at the ground of the basement.

"We're supposed to dig?" The mother said and she got the father a shovel and made him dig where the pants pointed.

They found bones! It was a skeleton!

The pants Flippity flop! Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! happiliy that it's creator had be found. But the family was scared and the neighbors would think they killed a person. They buried the body and went to bed. The pants were furious! Flippity flop! Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! Up the stairs! Flippity flop! Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! Down the stairs! It Flippity-flopped all night so hard they thought it would knock the house down. The next morning they left the house, the skeleton and the pants that Flippity-flopped. They left the house for another where skeletons aren't in basements and pants stay still.


Everyday there would be something happening at the highschool. Tongues changing color because of gum. A fart ripping through classroom when the prettiest girl sat down. It was caused by one person. Everybody looked at Josh.

"Her her her!" Josh laughed with his goofy laugh and slapped his knee. He called himself the Jokester, always playing tricks on people. His favorite trick was making rubber chickens fall from the ceiling whenever a person walked through the door. It was funny to Josh by the others didn't find it so funny but they tolerated it.

The teacher walked into the class room and a dusty chalkboard eraser hit him on the head. He pointed at Josh. "Young man, what did I tell you about that!" The teacher hollered. The students weren't used to being yelled at by the teacher. After all Mr.Byron usually let them talk on their phones in the morning and even text message people answers during the test. Why did a eraser make Mr.Byron mad?

Josh laughed again. "Ha ha ha!"

The students gasped again.

"Get out!" Mr. Byron yelled. Josh ran out of the class room and laughed some more before the door was slammed into the face.

"Why was he so mad?" Josh wondered. It was funny. He was the Jokester and everyone found them funny. They even told him so. He wasn't going to go the principal's office again because of a joke. He instead wandered the halls using his fake hall pass. None of the hall monitors stopped him, not even if they were a teacher. He just walked out the school and planned his next series of pranks.

He broke into the school that night and entered Mr. Byron's class room. He glued all of pen caps and his cup to the desk. It would be so funny! Then he went to the teacher's lounge and did something to the coffee and then glued all of the cups to the counters.

He went into the bathroom and put saran wrap over all the toilet seats. He also put in food die in the soap dispensers for that extra laugh.  People will call him the ultimate jokester. "Ha ha ha!" Josh laughed this will be funny.

He went and left home. The next day it was super funny, people were mad about the Saran wrap. The weird color on their hands and unable to write. Josh went around joy buzzing people who went in and congratulated him for his school wide prank. People even found a skeleton stuffed into the locker. And popcorn. He also slapped people with his rubber chicken, it was funny. It was a good day. But then something funny happened the hallways were empty and he heard laughing. When he ran to wear the laughing was it was further off.

"This isn't funny!" Josh laughed, he was laughing when this wasn't funny? What was happening to him? All the lockers were popping open and popcorn flew at him. Chickens were dropping out the ceiling, not rubber chicken but real chickens that flopped around and pecked at his face.

Ah! He ran and hid in a class room. To calm down he chewed on some gum, but it tasted funny. Like soap. He spat it out. It was joke gum. Somebody replaced his gum with joke gum! He ran down a different hallway and those popped open and popcorn flew out at him. He tried to open the door but the locks have been reversed! Who would do this?! He managed to get out of the haunted school that returned to normal when he left.

He then ran home and found the pranks followed him there too! He ran into the bathroom and locked the door and looked at his reflection. But it wasn't his reflection it was Mr. Byron! "Do you like jokes! Ha ha ha ha!" then Mr. Byron pulled Josh into the mirror and josh hollered. He was found on the floor laughing and locked up in an asylum.

He never again did he prank his school or Mr.Byron again.

The Black Friday

All kinds of bad things happen on this day. People using pepper sprays on people. Shoving old people out the way to get that precious item they don't really need and stomping over others. All of this blackness that exists in people came to life and attacked people in the stores. When they were attacked they became monsters themselves with big fangs and bodies of blackness.

Despite monsters attacking people tried to get stuff, but they were attacked and became monsters themselves. This happened all over the world. What people discovers that the monsters would stop when you were nice to them and shined lights on them and they would burst into flames and die.

People ran into the subways but the subways were out of control. But the survivors were safe from the black Friday monsters because of the light. People were being hit by the trains trying to make it over the tracks. The black monsters were killed too. To prevent the black Friday monsters you have to remember to be nice or you too could turn into a Black Friday monster.

Flesh feast episode

This will be one of my best stories I wrote a lot during study hall. Enjoy

Flesh feast episode

Alan Dover is a puppeteer on the children show Candle Cove. He likes Horace horrible  and the skeleton the best. But his coworkers think its creepy when he mimics the voice. Then he would wave the puppet around and even chase the children around. But it was all in good fun.

"But you must go inside!" Alan would creepily say to a woman he liked. She would laugh along with him and then quickly move to somebody that didn't scare her.

Alan Dover was bored during the show, he thought he heard the skeleton talking to him.  "You should take their flesh and wear it!" The skeleton would say. "I would wear it but I can't."

Alan nodded his head, what the skeleton was saying was making a lot of sense.  Maybe he could be the new skeleton puppet. The current one was looking a little worn and ratty. So the next day he killed the prop guy who was late for work. He cut the flesh off and made a new flesh taker puppet using a real skeleton. Wait until the people saw this!

"I'm cold." The new puppet said.

"I know." Alan said. "I can help you get more flesh to warm up."

"Yes. More flesh." The new puppet said.

Alan hid away the new puppet in a locker and left the studio after the shooting. He took a book bag with him  and went to kill somebody that wouldnt be missed like a hobo and cut off their skin. He was covered in blood and changed into new clothes. Dumped them and put on new ones and put the flesh in plastic bags and then put the flesh into the book bag. 

The dead body shivered. "I'm so cold."

"Too bad!" Alan said. "This is for a rising star and they're so much more important than you, you bum!"

Alan returned to the new flesh taker puppet. The puppet reached for the bag of flesh and seemed to smell it. "It must go...inside!"

The flesh taker skeleton then ate all the flesh. The blood dribbling down its chin. Then it looked at Alan. "I need more. I'm cold."

"I'll get you more!"

"Yes you can."

The next day Alan killed an old lady. The flesh taker found the flesh too dry. So Alan killed a fat boy. The flesh taker found the flesh too greasy. It would eat the meat noisily. It was meat! It warmed his bones and it made him feel alive again!

The new flesh taker puppet seemed complete. It told Alan he did his job but he needed more and handed Alan a butcher knife. "Just one more, Alan."

"Who should I kill next?" Alan asked.

"Everyone." The flesh taker said. "Everyone!"

Alan waited for the next day, he started with killing the woman he liked. Then he chopped up the voice actors and production staff. This was all done at the flesh taker's command. They all must go inside. Then Alan began to take the knife to himself and gave it to the flesh taker. "DELICIOUS!"

The next day they found everyone murdered and standing in the middle of the massacre was the new flesh taker puppet made from a real skeleton. Even the puppets were destroyed and butchered. Even the sets were set on fire.  Written in blood were the words: "They must go inside!!"

That was why CandleCove was cancelled because of the horrible puppets and why people don't want to remember. All because things...must go inside!

Flippity flop Christmas special

Some time ago a miracle happened, the World's most perfect pants were created. Its creator breathed life into them. Then bad people heard about the miracle and the bad people came for the perfect pants and demanded to stop making the perfect pants. The creator was murdered. A new family moved into the home and the pair of pants happily pointed out the body of its owner.

Then became sad when they left. It then became angry, as angry as a pair of pants that lived could be. Flippity-flop! They walked out to find the people who killed its creator. It gobbled them up one by one. It then hid out in the mall. Hidden for a long time.

There was a mall, every year they would decorate the mall with Christmas decorations. People would be happy and there would be people with red pails and ringing a bell. Another tradition was the mall Santa Clause. This one was mean and smelled of beer and vodka. He would make fun of the kids and tell them they wouldn't be getting the things they asked for. He would then push them off his lap and laugh at them.

This would awaken the pants. It would wait until the mall Santa Claus was in the changing room before hiding in his bag. The pants would show the bad Santa the error of his ways when he was mean to those kids.

The pants waited until the man went to bed before going Flippity-flop around in the man's house. Flippity-flop down the stairs. Then Flippity-flop up the stairs and paced back and forth the man's bed room.

The man sat up and threw off his covers, hollered, "What is that noise?!"

The pants stopped Flippity-flopping around the house and hid in the man's bag. The next day the man dressed up as Santa and treated the children horribly. 

"Little poopers getting expensive presents don't deserve them!" Hollered the evil Santa and took a swig of strawberry vodka, his favorite. This Santa needed to have a bit of Christmas spirit and the pants would be just the thing that delivered it.

When the man returned home in his Santa outfit the man saw the pants Flippity-flopping around the house. The bad Santa was horrified by this thing walking around like it owned them. The Santa roared and ran at the pants. Grabbing them and turning on the stove and flung the pants onto the stove. They burned! It smelled like hair and flesh. But the moment the burns appeared the pants were normal again.

Flippity flop the pants slapped the Santa across the face and bit him with the zipper. The pants jumped out the window and the man hollered and call the police.

"A pair of pants attacked me!" The bad Santa yelled.

"Sir! Have you been drinking?" The cop said.

"Sorry." The bad Santa apologized. "I have."

"Happy holidays, Santa." The cop laughed.

"Happy holidays, Santa." The pants zippered somewhere in hiding.

Night fell and the Flippity-flop started again. The bad Santa passed out drinking but he was ready for the pants and he had a gun and fired at the angry pants! The pants Flippity-flopped out the path of the bullets and ran at the bad Santa and bit him by using its zipper like sharp biting teeth. The pants kicked at the Santa who flung the pants into a wall and shot more bullets at the pants. They hit! The pants Flippity-flopped weakly and stood up. The Santa laughed evilly and shot at the pants again. Flippity-flop the pants ran at the Santa and kicked him in the face.

The pants then jumped out a window.  The bad Santa followed after the pants and chased up to the pants. Then something magically happened and the pants sang we wished you a merry Christmas! The bad Santa felt a twinge in his heart. His heart that was blackened and mean grew three sizes too big and exploded. The pants tried to catch the bad Santa that was now good.

The Santa fell and died. The pants took to the air and Flippity flopped away, sad a person died once again. The Santa eyes popped open and a red gleam shined in his eyes. He smiled, it was an evil smile. Looks like there was some magic in those old pair of magic pants.

"HO HO HO HO! Merry Christmas to all and all a good night!" The bad Santa sat up and laughed horribly. Picked up a sack and it's gun to deliver more Christmas cheer.


It was in art class when Seth's stomach growled loudly, he looked around quickly to make sure no one heard him. No one did, he continued to doodle his picture. It was a picture of fruit in a bowl. The fruit made Seth's stomach gurgle and boy. Loud enough for the girl next to him to look over and look grossed out.

"Ew." She says. Seth's stomach growled in response and he felt dizzy.

"Oh no." Seth says, his stomach gurgled even louder. He asked the art teacher if he could use the toilet. She didn't want Seth to use the bathroom again, this would be the second time he used the bathroom and the art teacher didn't like letting students out of her supervision.

"Fine, Seth. Go. You have five minutes to use the restroom." The art teacher says. Seth happily hopped up and grabbed the hall pass and ran out of the bathroom. A squeaky fart escaping his clench cheeks. Seth ran from the class room to the bathroom, clenching his butt. There was something funny about the bathroom, the lights flickered and where there was many toilet stalls there was only one. There was somebody else that was making their way to the toilet stall. Seth couldn't wait, at any moment his bowls would explode and he would poop all over himself.

Seth shoved the person aside and laughed in their face. "Ha ha ha. It's all mine now!" Seth hollered and slammed the door shut.

The lights flare and flickered when he slammed the door. The person he shoved to the side was standing up now. It sounded like an old man and his voice was wavery. "You will pay for that young man!" The old man says. "I'll put a curse on you."

"A curse?" Seth says. He didn't believe in any curses. His stomach was making funny noises again.

"LA-HOO-YA-HOO-HOOEY!" The old man chanted. "Now every toilet shall be your enemy and you shall hear La-Hoo-Ya-Hoo-Hooey forever more." The old man stamped out.

"Crazy old man." Seth says. He then went about pooping. But suddenly he heard "LA-HOO-YA-HOO HOOEY!"

"What was that?!" Seth said and looked around. He pooped loudly.


It was the toilet and it shook Seth off. "You pushed that old man out the way. So you deserve to never use a toilet again. In school, in your home, in a gas station. No where. Because you've been cursed. LA-HOO-YA-HOO-HOOEY!"

It then sorayed water and gunk all over Seth. He smelled and stunk. But he was more scared than being worried about smelling badly he pulled up his pants and pushed his way out of the stall. The lights flickered and flared and popped. He was left in blackness. He could hear the toilet making funny noises when there's not quite something right with them.

"Oh lordy, lordy!"

The toilet mad weird noises! Each time it made a noise it sounded like, LA-HOO-YA-HOO-HOOEY! Seth ran for the door and he no longer found himself in the halls of the school. Instead it was a hall way line with toilets of different shapes and sizes. They all flapped their lids like mouths. Each time they opened they hollered LA-HOO-YA-HOO-HOOEY! Seth was scared and he ran smelling like toilet water and poop. "Oh lordy, lordy!"

"LA-HOO-YA-HOO-HOOEY!" The toilets shouted at Seth as he ran. There seemed to be no end to the rows of toilets and their shouting. What did they want. He deserved that toilet. There was no reason for the old man to be in the school in the first place.


Seth came to a large room, in it there was the biggest toilet that Seth had ever ever seen. "Remember me?!" The toilet asked.

"No!" Seth says.

"I'm that old man you pushed out of the way, remember?!" The giant toilet hollers at Seth.

"Oh, lordy, lordy!" Seth says. "I'm so sorry! I'll never do it again!"

"Well, if you're sorry then I release you of your curse. LA-HOO-YA-HOO-HOOEY!"

Seth suddenly woke up on the toilet. He cleaned up and went back to the art room. The fruit bowl was suddenly gone and the art teacher was smiling at a brand new toilet for them to drawl.

The toilet turned to Seth and it opened its lid to say, "LA-HOO-YA-HOO-HOOEY!"

FU-BAR-DA: Bloodington

There was a knight in a fief, he was well loved by the people who lived in his fief. His name was Sir Archibald of Bloodington. The fief had a problem, every full moon monsters would bust into the town and gobble up the people. The people would go to their fief master and bleed to him and holding up their dead loved ones.

"Sir Archibald, monsters have killed our loved ones!" The people cried. "Their skin is tough as armor and their claws are like spears!" They would yell up from the ground and their fief lord would look down with a frown. He never did like when his people were sad. When they were sad they didn't work, when they didn't work, he didn't get money.

"Monsters are killing the people." the knight said. "How can I stop them?" He spoke with his steward who stroked his long grey beard

"My lord, may I suggest you wait at night and see what the monsters are doing?" The steward asked.

The knight rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Yes. I think I will do that." He then went and waited for night to fall. But stayed awake. What would he see? What will he do if the townspeople were right about monsters killing their live stock and feeding on them? The knight put on his armor and got his sword. He would put a stop to his nonsense.

The steward greeted his lord with a bow. "My lord."

"Steward." The knight said.

Then he heard it, it was the marching of heavy feet and clashing of spears of shields. "BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOODY BLOOD! BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOODY BLOOD!" The monsters chanted. The knight stared in horror, the steward was about to scream but the knight covered his mouth so he couldn't scream. The monsters entered a house and screams were heard and the monsters began their bloody feast and started to eat the people of the house. The monsters came out and were throwing around a long bloody thing. The knight to his horror realized that the monsters were throwing around a person's skin. The knight threw up.

The knight then watched as the monsters paraded through the village and chanted their murderous song and whipped around their vile pennant made out of human skin. The monsters have done their deed and then they marched out of the village they did not know the noble night was pursuing them through the gloom and darkness.

The knight was sickened by what he found, more bodies were strung up and their skin stretched out like disgusting banners covered in red syrup. He drew his bright sword and he roared at the monsters. "FU BAR DAR!!!!!"

The monsters exploded and smashed into blood and guts and the knight smiled up at the rain of blood. He sheathed his sword and he went back to Bloodington singing a song. "BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOODY BLOOD! WET NASTY BLOOD!"

The knight went to Bloodington and his soldiers became monsters and attacked the next fief.

The Screaming dead house

Weird things were happening around town. Like a house that screamed and scared people walking by. Pants were getting up and walking around on their own as would clothes. It was weird and Jason, his friends liked it.

"We should visit the Screaming Dead House." Jason told his friends at school. "It will have to be in the middle of the night."

Pete, Lorie, and Bob agreed. "Let's do it at midnight." They said in Unison. The lunch bell rang and lunch was over. Jason day dreamed about exploring the screaming dead house and how scary it would be.

Then school was over. "Okay we'll meet in front of the Screaming Dead House." Jason said and packed his bags and left with his friends. They chatted more about their plans.

"This is going to be awesome!" Pete said and stared at Lorie's butt. "Unf!" He said it loud enough for Lorie to hear him. Lorie looked over her shoulder and smiled flirtingly and shook her butt a little at Pete. They liked each other and Bob looked on and wished he could stare at a girls butt like Pete did.

Jason said good bye to his friends and they parted each other's company. Now all he would have to do is wait until midnight, sneak out and explore the screaming dead house. Waiting was boring but on his face book Jason put that he was visiting the Screaming Dead house and how awesome it would be. Jason pretended to go to sleep and around midnight he collected a flash light and snuck out of the house. Jason met his friends outside and sped to the Screaming Dead house singing "Its Friday gonna get down on Friday!" They laughed and hollered but then they stopped when they pulled in front of the rusty gates of the large house. 

"This is the screaming dead house." Jason said. He pulled a flash light out his pocket. The gate was rusted and evil looking. It looked like blood and Lorie was scared of the blood and she rubbed up against Pete.

Bob open the gate and it sounded like a scream. So Lorie screamed too and she was scared now, but in Pete's strong arms she was no longer scared. Jason was psyched. "Ready to explore the Screaming Dead house?" Jason asked?

"Ready!" They said in unison. Bob was determined to show that he wouldn't be scared and holler like a baby. The first thing they saw was a pair of pants that looked like it was covered in a weird red slime, it wasn't slime at all! But blood! Flippity-flop went the pants and they fell to the floor. Bob pulled out a knife and stabbed the pants. "That'll teach you to come to life you damn dirty crapped pants!" Bob hollered. He was looking crazy. Jason, Pete and Lorie were looking scared. Bob wasn't scared. He was looking happy. He stared at the strawberry jelly on the knife. He knows this because he licked it and it was delicious.

They continued on in the Screaming Dead House. Next was a mummy with its mouth open in an upright coffin. It looked like it was screaming. Jason shined a lot on it and then he poked it's eye socket it. Lorie then poked it too. Then it was Pete's turn. 

Then it was Bob's turn. He smiled crazily. The mummy smiled crazily too. It grabbed Bob and it screamed at him.  Bob screamed back. He blacked out and when he woke up Lorie, Jason, and Pete were dead. The mummy was still screaming. The police came and arrested Bob and it was put in a crazy house because he was crazy.

Asylum of Hell

Friday the 13th treat from me. Enjoy, it's an origin story you might like.

There is an asylum and though it looks abandoned it is still in use because it is a very special building. That's good and sturdy. There are weird things that go on in the building and there are always kids trying to sneak in and talk to the spooky creepy things that go on. First is the laughing boy, he liked to prank people so much that one day he just started to laugh and laugh. He would never stop laughing and found everything funny, even death was funny to him.

So his parents locked him up and never visited him because he was crazy. Parents don't like crazy children and mutter heads. That's what they call the crazy people in the Asylum of hell. Mutter headed or Mutterlings, when they weren't laughing in straight jackets and rolling their eyes at the helpers and doctors they would be muttering to something only they could see.

The second mutter head people try to see was the boy from a party, he always had a towel wrapped around his head like a turban and would call himself the Great King of Arbarios. He would never respond to anything unless he was called the Great King of Arbarios. He was a very regal mutter head and would talk to something in his cell. Then he would hollar "NOW GO AND KILL THEM MY CHANCELLOR!" then he would go back to muttering to himself.

The third person people tried to see was the boy who ventured into the screaming dead house and all he ever does when not muttering is. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! I'M THE SCREAMING DEAD HOUSE!"

Another mutter head was a boy who screamed about how people's eyes popped out of their head and they swing around on stalks and laughed at him.  "AH GA GA GA!" The boy laughed and curled up into a ball and tried to pop out his own eyes but the mittens on his hands wouldn't let him. He spent his days whipping his head back and forth to whip his eyes out and strangle the doctor that called him crazy.

Another mutter head was a man who played video games all day and thought he was a knight and had to protect his people from monsters and they would turn their flesh into flags and wave them all over the place. He was a just man, but he was a mutter head so he had to be put in here. Doctor Isac Breakfield shook his head. It was sad seeing all these mutter heads and their delusions, they even caught some kids trying to sneak into the place trying to find a mysterious object.

The security would catch them and call the police. They kept sneaking back in and mumbling about the mutter heads and they need to save something. Dr. Isaac Breakfield was tired of the teenagers breaking into the asylum trying to see the mutter heads and no matter the amount of times he threw them out they would come right back. Stupid teenagers. Stupid mutter heads. What could he do to keep them out?

He knew! It was a brilliant idea from the Doctor, he would assign a special drug that he could give the teenagers that would make them forget about the mutter heads whenever they broke in. All he would need now is a test subject for the special drug. Then one night he would get his chance and it was a particular stupid teenager.  He was a jock and he bragged to his friends that he would bring out a mutter head and show all his friends.

He snuck into a hole in the fence, then he pried open a door with a crowbar. He wasn't worried about the cameras because they were old and busted. The teenager listened to the mutterings. "The mutter heads!" He said. This was awesome than drinking Bud Light and slapping Nancy's butt. Man, Nancy had a nice butt.  The jock followed the muttering and stopped at cell 123. The mutter head inside it had black hair covering her face. She was probably hot. She was hot. But she was a mutter head.

"I caught you, dumb teenager!" Dr. Isaac Breakfield hollered and chased the jock out of the hot mutter heads cell. The jock out ran the doctor because he was healthy and handsome. But the doctor knew the asylum better than the jock because was smart and old. Smart and old people can out wit dumb jocks. Dr. Isaac Breakfield was going to get his revenge on the jock. He pulled out the special drug that would make the jock forget about the mutter heads.

"No please don't make me forget!" The jock hollered. He kicked and screamed.

"This must happen! You must forget the mutter heads!" Dr. Isaac Newton said evilly. Because he was evil. But suddenly the hot mutter head banged the doctor on the head with a pot.

She put the pot on her head. "I was on pot!" She said sexually. "Now the pots on me!"

"Oh my god. You are hot." The jock said. He got a boner because she was hot.

"I know." She looked down sad. "There's a pot on my head and I'm crazy."

"Crazy hot." The jock said. The hot mutter head felt better being called hot. The jock looked down on the doctor and the special drug. The jock injected the special drug into the evil doctor. The doctor forgot everything about the mutter heads, the jock, and the hot mutter head.

The doctor was crazy now and they put a straight jacket on him. He remembers something and he would talk to any body that would listen. He grinned crazily and drooled, "LISTEN!" he would then whisper into the  person's ear a dark secret.

He would then shake his head and begin his story. "In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Madness"---

A horrible fear overtakes the listener and they begin to mutter. They become a mutterhead themselves. The only way to listen to the mad doctor without going crazy is to be crazy themselves. And the mutterheads tell their own version of the story.


I wrote this story before but it was too awesome. I rewrote it and it's scarier than ever.

There's a boy that loved birds living in Raveloft. Everyday after school he would go and watch the birds in fields and always carried a pair of binoculars when he watched them. But the boy stank horribly and all the other children made fun of for smelling so badly.

"That's stanky bird! Go away stanky bird you smell!" The other children mocked. They would throw bread at him. This made Stanky Bird sad.

"CAW CAW!" the boy cried and flapped his arms as he chased the mean children away. "CAW CAW!"

Even at home people said he stank and his mother made him take a bath. Even as he washed he started to smell even worse!

"Why do you smell so bad?" Stanky bird's mother asked and dumped more water on him. The smell got even worse and the water turned black!

"CAW CAW!" the boy cried and splashed his mother with the black water. 

"Gross!" his mother cried. "You will stay in that bath tub until you stop stinking!"

"CAW CAW CAW!" He will show them all! He spent the night making wings, wings to make him into a bird and he would carry his stink through the town of Ravenloft. Something weird happened. Feathers began to burst out of his skin. His lips became hard and beak like. His feet sharp. He stank even worse than before.

The next day the children covered their noses because Stank Bird stank so bad. "Ew! You stink!"

"CAW CAW!" Stank bird said in revenge! His beady black eyes sparkled. At lunch he would show them all and they will see how awesome he is!

The lunch bell rang and Stank Bird ran to his locker and got his bird suit. He felt light just holding it. Then a teacher tried to stop him from going to the roof.

"Where do you think you're going Stank bird?" The teacher asked!

"CAW CAW!" Stank bird pecked out the teachers eyes and blood sprayed out their sockets. "CAW CAW!" Birds love eyes!

Stank bird ran to the roof and put on the bird suit. CAW CAW! Everyone on the playground looked at crazy stank bird! He jumped off the roof and suddenly he pulled out of his human skin and a big crow ripped out and flew off!

"CAW CAW!" Stank bird cried. It smelled so bad that everyone on the playground died!

Remember when you hear CAW CAW! Stank bird knows that you smell him and he is going to get you!

Red Pen Massacre

There was a English teacher at a high school, he loved nothing more than to tell the students and his co workers how wrong they were. When a teacher walked up to ask if he caught the baseball game the teacher would correct the question and then have the other teacher repeat the correction back to him. Mr. Smith was a bad teacher because he was too good with grammar.
For the class lesson the teacher wrote sentences on the board and had colored chalk for the students to use to put in the corrections. Mr. Smith smiled evilly. And with the last word he made the chalk make that awful screeching noise. He smiled again. This was going to be a good day when he would yell at the students for their stupidity and he will love it.

The students walked in and took their seats and typed on their phones. No doubt telling their friends what the lessons was going to be. If he had it his way, no student would have those silly toys. And would have to pass notes in his class like the old days. He would have the student that was caught read the note, then he would ask the class what the grammar mistakes. Then he would have the student correct the mistakes.

"Jamie!" Mr. Smith barks. "Why don't you be the first person to fix the mistake of the first question."

The student named Jamie got nervously to his feet and picked up blue chalk and drew an underline under the mistake. Mr. Smith loomed over Jamie who became scared. Mr. Smith didn't like wrong corrections, they didn't become corrections they became more mistakes! Mr. Smith grabbed the chalk and made the corrections with slash motions.
"Never never never never never make this mistake!" Hollared Mr.Smith. He picked up Jamie and tossed him out the class room. Jamie was glad to be out of that classroom. "I want a 20 page paper by tomorrow!"

Mr. Smith looked at the rest of his class. He pointed at Ted, who was picking his nose. "You're next!"

Ted got nervously to his feet too, he made the correction on the board. Mr. Smith didn't wait until Ted made the incorrect marks. He slapped the chalk out of Ted's hand. He pointed to the outside of the room. "20 pages." the teacher hissed. "Lorie!"

Lorie got up to the board and made her corrections. She flipped her hair. She was smarty and pretty so people liked her.
"I'm sorry, but that's wrong!" Mr. Smith's face was becoming red. "30 pages!"
Lorie sniffed sadly and walked out of the room.
With each mistake the students made Mr. Smith's face became redder and redder.
"20 page papers for all!" He pointed at the door. "Everyone get out!"

The students got up and left the class room. Some were even crying. Mr. Smith smiled. Today was a good day, the day wasn't over yet.

The students were tired of Mr. Smith. They wanted to get him back on all the mean things he did. Like over correcting their papers to the point their papers were dripping with red ink. There's nothing he hated more were mistakes in papers. So the students plotted to write the worse papers they could think of.

The next day lots of papers landed on Mr. Smith's desk. He couldn't wait to tell them how terrible they all were. He even bought a new package of red pens, because he knew they would all run out when he made the corrections.

He started on the corrections. The papers were written poorly on purpose, but he didn't care. He happily corrected the papers. He began to feel weird and funny and dizzy. Red dots splatted on the papers. He thought it was blood. But it didn't taste like blood. He didn't care and continued to make the corrections.  More red stuff began to land on the pages.  He grin Ed evily and would just use the red stuff to make the corrections. It never seem to let up until he was done correcting the papers.

"Yes!" He said. "This is perfect. " Mr. Smith stumbled out of his chair and took out a red pen.  He would correct everything he saw wrong. First he started with Ms. Charleson a young teacher who wore the wrong colors he didn't like. She screamed covered in letters. Then Mr. Smith turned upon the science teachers.
"What are you doing?!" They screamed.
"CORRECTIONS!" Mr. Smith roared and he stabbed them with the ink pens. Mr. Smith went on a red ink pen rampage. He wrote on walls, he wrote on people and he even wrote on himself. Especially his face.

There wasn't school the next day because all the teachers were scared and covered in ink. Mr. Smith was found in his class room with a wild grin and covered in ink. He was dead and died with a smile. A red ink pen in his hand. What did he write?

The End.

Midnight flippity flop

The world's most perfect pants sat on a roof top watching bad men in masks breaking into a bank.

It was dark and dank on the roof, the moon was full and red. A perfect night for the pants to prowl and beat up bad guys. The pants listened to the bad men and it zippered in anticipation to beat them up.

"We're going to be rich!" Hollered one of the mask men. And continued to drill into the vault. Another man set the explosives. They ran out the bank and then blewed up the bomb. The pants Flippity-flopped off the roof and landed in front of the surprised men.

Flippity-flop went the pants and slapped the first masked man with its unrippable denim. Bang-bang went a gun and the bullets bounced off it.

"What the hell!" Yelled another one of the masked men. "Its bullet proof! That's not possible!"

"It is possible!" Zippered the pants and Flippity-flopped ferociously into the surprised man and bruised his balls and broke his lip.

"Justice!" Zippered the pants triumphantly. It flippity-flopped slowly to the remaining man. "This is justice!"

"No! No!" The remaining masked man screamed. The pants devoured the man's legs and then devoured his torso and finally his head.

"Yes. Yes." The pants zippered. It began to walk away and then it saw another man. But it was too late it caught the pants by surprised.

"You're just a stupid pair of pants!"

"I am Flippity-flop!" The pants hollered! It flippity-flopped so hard it knocked the man out of his pants and he broke his legs and arms.

The next day the police found injured men and another pantless man that was also a robber.

"What happened here?" A cop asked and bitted into his yummy donut. "Tell me what happened!"

The robber with no pants looked down and whispered. "Flippity-flop."

The Driver Permit

Brandon Dickerson had turned 16 years old and he was old enough to get his learner's permit and from there he could get his car license and drive on his own. He was very excite. It was summer and school was out and his dad asked him if he wanted to get his learners permit. "Yes! I can finally get my car licenese!" Brandon said happily. "Are you ready to go?" Brandon's dad asked. "It's a big responsibility getting your car license son."

"I know dad, I can't wait to get it and drive my friends around." Brandon said getting into the car. Then they drove off. They arrived in the BMV and they told the lady that Brandon was there to get his learner's permit. They check his eyesight and hearing, it was perfect of course. Then he had to take the test and since he studied every day to get his learners permit he passed that easily too.

"Hold your head up straight and smile," the deputy said.

Brandon smiled. He then waited for his learner's permit card. He got it and something seemed weird. He smiled when they took the picture but on the card he was scowling and it had weird eyes. Brandon showed it to his dad who laughed. "Did you blink? Wanna drive and get your time in, son?"

"Yeah!" Brandon got into the car, the seat seemed hot. Because it was sitting in the sun, but it seemed even hotter. He started the car and it seemed to growl and hiss. Brandon's dad told him to look out behind him when he backed out. The car suddenly shot out and Brandon slammed on the breaks. He was scared of the car. The car was happy that Brandon was scared. This will be a ride that Brandon will never forget.

"What are you doing Brandon?!" Brandon's dad hollared he was scared too what the car was going to do. VAROOM VAROOM the car roared down the street, fire shooting out of the muffler and setting other cars on fire and they blew up. The car rammed other cars off the road.

"What's going on?!" Brandon shrieked as the seat belts tightened and he couldn't let go of the steering wheel. It was like his hand was glued to it and his dad's eyes bulged and bounced in his eyes. "SLOW DOWN!" No matter how much Brandon stomped on the Break or which way he turned the wheel the car did not do he wanted to, it did what it wanted to do. And going fast and screaming down streets and blaring music so loud it made their ears hurt. This was an evil car and Brandon wanted to get out! Suddenly they saw red and blue lights and cops and they sighed with relief. But the car seemed to go even faster! And faster! The flames from the muffler getting bigger and bigger. The roaring of the engines getting louder and louder!

Brandon's dad wanted to get out and he got out but since the car was going so fast he became shredded beef. Brandon was horrified to see what happened to his car and the car slammed the door and it could go even faster now out running the cop cars.

The panels were peeling off the car door and the car's engine was snarling and barking like a dog. "CAN YOU DRIVE YET?!" The car roared? Then the tires were stripped and they were like bullets and blew up the houses around them and soon a huge bunch of sparks were flying out from the back. The car was zooming towards a wall and Brandon covered his face! But the impact never came!

There was a mean looking man in his face. "Is your dad around, boy?"

"No." Brandon said.

"Then come back when you can drive, boy." The mean man said and pulled Brandon out of the seat of the gocart. Brandon will not get his driver's permit this year he failed the test again.

Zip the drink

There was an energy drink on the market that was stronger, faster and longer lasting than any other. It was called Zip! and it made all the other energy drinks look like watered down tea. It was amazing stuff. The tv commercial showed people being tired at work and once they downed Zip! they could work again and it was amazing.

Daniel Emmerson was tired. His energy drinks no longer gave him the energy like they used to. His friends joked he has become immune to energy drinks and his blood was 95% energy drinks.

Daniel thought this was true. Energy drinks no longer gave him the energy they used to. This annoyed him. When he saw the energy drink Zip! he was excited about a new energy drink on the market. It was going to be so good and delicious Daniel thought. He begged his mom to buy him a few cans.
"Okay." His mom said and he got into the car and drove off. In the car the radio played a commercial for the energy drink.

"Are you feeling run down?" The announcer asked? "Tired and can barely keep your head up?"

"Yeah-yeah!" Daniel agreed.

"Then you should get some Zip! for your lip! All natural ingredients give you the energy you need to get through for the rest of your life!" The announcer yelled. "Warning:Zip!shouldonlybedrankonceoryoulldieyoufeelhearttremorsanditllexplode!NologersolfinthrgreaterLAarea!"

"I need some Zip! for my lip!" Daniel said happily.

They pulled into the store lot and Daniel rushed out and hurried to the aisle where they sold the energy drinks. A hand grabbed Daniel's wrist. It was an old man! "Warning boy! If you drink this you will die! Drink only one can!"

"One can?!" Daniel said as he grabbed five cans. "No energy drink can bother me anymore!"


"Yes!" Daniel ran to the check out and got back into the car. He licked and smacked his lips as he cracked open a can of Zip! And he drank the entire can in one gulp! It was better than any energy drink he ever had. He was even feeling entergetic! This stuff was amazing. He finished his homework and ran out to meet his friends who were playing tag. Even though they were in high school. But it was still fun and they liked having fun.

"Hi Daniel!" Cindy said. She had a nice rack and boobs and Daniel liked her. "We're playing tag!"

"Oh boy! Tag!" Daniel said and be cracked open another can of Zip! His muscles trembled and got bigger slightly. "Yes!"

They played tag and he got everyone every single time because Zip! was making him that way. He even got a kiss from Cindy because the energy drink made him manly and Alpha. Girls loved manly and Alpha boys like Daniel. He ran home, full of energy and manliness. He practically kicked the door down when he came back home. "I'm hungry!"

"I ordered pizza." Daniel's mon said.

Daniel ate half the pizza. He then spent the rest of Thr night playing video games. Something weird happened and the video game character look even more real than before. They were even talking to him.

"You know what you need, Daniel?" One of them asked? "Some more Zip! For your lip!"

"Aw yeah!"

Daniel woke up tiredly. He then cracked open another can of Zip! and ran to school! He got through his classes and at lunch Robert was worried. "You okay? You're looking kind of wired."

"Wired?! I'm not wired I got some zip for my lip!" And Daniel finished another day at school. He cracked open another can of Zip! He then ran all the way to the store to get some Zip! When he got to the store and carried more cans to the counter all the meat and muscle on his legs were gone and he collapsed against the counter. The register clerk screamed in horror.

"I need some Zip! for my hip lip!" Then Daniel's heart exploded and he died. They pulled Zip! from the markets.

Magic-eye skull

Andy Wise just got out of school for the summer and he was super excited and he told his best friend Neil Kerefa that they should just sit around the house, eating junk food, and staying up late. The perfect summer.

"Yeah! That sounds awesome!" Neil exclaimed he was excited as Andy was now that school was out and there would be no lame pranks, teachers who gave dirty looks, and no more lame lessons like math and english. "Should I come by tomorrow?"

"Yeah!" Andy said. "Then we can go to the carry out and get junk food!" This was going to be Andy's best summer vacation yet. When Andy got home his mother was greeted him and smiling. She almost never smiled. "Guess where you're going, Andy!"

Oh no! His plan of staying home and eating junk food all summer was ruined by his mom's plans. Her plans always ruined awesome stuff like staying at home and doing nothing! What was she planning that would be so horrible?! She showed him a pamphlet about a summer camp. Pine Pond Park Summer Camp. Andy went to bed wondering what was going to happen at the summer camp and he wouldn't be meeting Neil to sit around and eating junk food. In the morning his mom set out a big breakfast and she was still smiling. "You're going to have so much fun!" ANd she put a bunch of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast Andy's favorite food. He gobbled the food down. Then his mom handed him a packed bag of his clothes and other supplies. She also got him a brand new phone! But it was only to be used for emergencies.

They got into the car and Andy wandered where they were going next and they pulled up to Neil's house. The summer wasn't completly ruined because he had his best friend with him. "Now it's to Pond Pine Park Summer Camp!" Andy's mother said happily. They were driving on a road when suddenly the steering wheel popped out of his mother's hand and they swerved all over the road and it they were scared. She got control back.

"Wow! That was scary!" Andy said! Neil agreed. He always agrees with Andy.
"I hope nothing like that happens again!" Andy's mother exclaimed. She pulled into Pine Pond Park Summers Camp. They got out and took all their belongings out and a counselor with a big wide smile greated them. "Hello campers!" The counselor said and he was really happy. Too happy. "Are you kids read to have fun?"

"Yeah!" They both agreed. Then Andy's mom drove away and honked her horn as she drove away she was happy to drop them off at Pine Pond Park Summer Camp so they didn't sit around doing nothing and eating junk food. That was disgusting and wrong.

"Andy Wise and Neil Kerefa?" The Counselor asked. "You're in cabin 4 and we'll be meeting at the campfire to talk about the fun things at Pine Pond Park Summer Camp!"

"Yeah!" They both said. Then they walked to the cabin and dropped off their things. They met other kids there who hoped their summer would be nothing but hanging at their friend's houses and eating junk food. But they get to hang out with their friends here and without TV. Not having a TV made the day seem to go on forever and ever and then they had dinner after dinner at the camp they were to meet around the camp fire and the Counselor and his name was Zack told them a camp fire.

"In the woods there's something scary! He used to be a counselor at this very camp and he caught kids playing with fire works." Zack said spookily and he dropped his voice. "The kids suddenly turned on him and threw the fireworks into the toilet. Thomas the counselor foolishly tried to get the fireworks out of the toilet but they blew up and took his face off and his arm."

This was the scariest story Andy and Neil have ever heard and the counselor continued. "Thomas didn't die. He replaced his arm with a rake and a rubber mask of rubber to cover up his disfigure face. He then found the kids who put the fireworks in the toilet and he got them both and stuffed them into the toilets!"

Then suddenly a man wearing a rubber mask jumped up from behind Andy and grabbed him. "I'm going to get you!" And Andy screamed and screamed. Zack laughed loudly. "So that's a story about why you shouldn't bring in things that are dangerous but you can have phones in case you need to call your parents. Good night."

But Andy didn't have a good night he had a terrible night. He imagined bugs crawling on him and Thomas wearing the rubber mask of vengeance chasing after him and screaming "NO FIREWORKS IN THE TOILETS! I'M GOING TO GET YOU!"

"AAAAH! Please don't get me!" And then Andy woke up screaming but it was day light, the terrible dream was over. Andy and Neil got up and they decided to visit Pine Pond Park summer camp, especially the lake and when Andy was leaning was walking around the shore of the pond he found something buried in the mud. It was a magic-eye skull. In the middle of the molded plastic skull there was a third eye with something like a magic eight ball in it. Andy shook it and asked it a question and the answer said. "Things are looking up." Andy was happy, maybe this place wouldn't be so bad now that they found this toy.
"Ask it another question, Andy!"

"Okay!" Andy said. He shook it and asked it a question. "Did Thomas the counselor really exist?"

"Once upon a time." The magic-eye skull said.

"I wish this thing granted wishes." Neil said and suddenly the skull shook itself and the answer said. "I do. But be careful. Things can happen."

"I'll make a wish!" And said and he shook the skull. "I wish Thomas the counselor was around for real!"

There was suddenly a loud thunder clap and they heard screaming from the other side of the pond. Andy and Neil ran to the other side of the pound to see what happened. Another boy named Tim said he saw Thomas the counselor. That was impossible, he was just a story and couldn't possibly exist at least that's what Zack said. He just made the story up. Andy and Neil looked at each other. The magic-eye skull made their wish come true! What else could they wish for? More interesting things to happen at the camp or junk food? Before Andy could decide Neil grabbed the magic-eye skull from Andy and shook it! There was a large boom and the magi-eye skull spoke! "What do you wish for?"
"I wish for junk food. Lots of junk food!" Neil hollered. There was another boom and suddenly junk food began to fall out of the sky. Neil tossed the skull back to Andy and grabbed a bunch of junk food. "This is so good! I love this thing!" Andy was a little bit worried because things seem to becoming too easy. Suddenly! There was another scream from across the pound. It was Thomas hurting people and shoving his hand in toilets again!

Later that night they were around the camp fire again and Zack told them about the incidents. "You kids need to be careful! There's weird things happening and we don't know what's going to happen so you need to use the buddy system so nothing bad happens!" Then Zack dismissed them to their cabins.

"Andy!" Neil said during the night. "What do we do? Should we stop using the magic-eye skull? But it makes things happen."

"Bad things happen, we should put it back where we found it!"

"No!" Neil said and he tried to snatch the magic-eye skull. But Andy wouldn't let him have it. It was magic and bad. And he had a plan on how to deal with it. The next day they planned on confronting Thomas the deranged counselor of Pine Pond Park Summer Camp. They said after he got his arm and face blown off he took refuge in a cave that was near the camp. They explored it and they saw Thomas and he was chanting at a giant magic-eye skull that commanded him to do bad things.

"That is my master." The smaller magic-eye skull said. "I think I can beat him if you wish for me to be the strongest."

"I wish you were the strongest." Andy said and he shook the magic-eye skull and it said Things are looking up. The magic-eye skull gained a body and the magic eye burned in its socket, the giant magic-eye skull also grew a body and it bit Thomas in half and got his magic powers as well. Then they started to fight. Andy threw a rock at the giant rock skull and because he wished for never missing the rock hit the bad giant magic-eye skull in its magic eye and it exploded and fell into the lake and the lake boiled and blew up showering boiling water all over the place. The magic-eye skull returned to normal and floated into Andy's backpack. Because of the boiling pond they had to call everyone's parents and they had to be picked up earlier than expected.

"That was the best summer camp ever!" Andy hollered as they drove away.
Candy Corn

Dean Miller loved Halloween candy. Even though he was in high school he and his best friend Ryan would make awesome home made costumes and go trick or treating.

Missy a very pretty girl stopped by Dean's desk at the end of class. "hi Dean!" Missy said and Dean got a very good look down her shirt. "There's going to be a party at my house would you like to come?"

"Yeah! Right after trick or treating." Dean said very happily and hopped out of his seat and got an invitation to a party from Missy. This was going to be a great day, he was going to get candy and go to a party. The invitation said the party was going to start at 8 and go all the way to 12. Dean has never been up to 12 before, this was going to be very exciting for Dean.

When Dean got home he began to work on his monster costume and bug mask. This was going to be a great Halloween and then he was going to a party?! This was going to be the best night of his life! He finished his costume and went to bed. He had a very spooky dream the dream was about candy corn. He hated candy corn. It marched on little bug legs and they crawled up his arm and down his mouth until his mouth was full and his stomach was about to explode and it did explode, guts and orange and yellow candy flying every where with crawling bug legs.

Dean woke up with a scream. He hated candy corn every since he was a little kid and ate some with a bug on it and it made him throw up all over the place. He then got ready for school and took his costume with him. He showed it off to everybody who was very impressed with it. Then Dean thought he saw something weird, it was a crawling piece of candy corn! Dean hollered and stomped on it. Everybody looked at him weird and Dean smiled weirdly too. "That was weird!" He exclaimed. Through the day he thought he saw pieces of candy crawling just outside his vision, but when he looked nothing was there! Thankfully the lunch bell rang and Dean went to enjoy his lunch, but everything he ate tasted like candy corn! Even the can of tea he had packed into his lunch! Why was this happening! Dean was getting scared.

Soon the day was over and Dean got ready for Trick or treating, he put on his costume and met with his friend Ryan who had a similar costume. But it wasn't as awesome as Dean's because Dean is the best. They went house to house and rang the door bell.

"Trick or treat!" They hollared in unisin.

The woman who opened the door didn't look happy. "Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?"

"No way!" Dean said. "This is the best time of the year and it's always been my favorite."

"Okay. Have fun." The woman tossed in a bag of candy corn into Dean's bag. Dean frowned, but the woman smiled. Why would she give him candy corn when she had a large bowl of other candy?

Dean and Ryan went to another house. Ryan got regular candy but Dean got another bag of candy corn. This was getting weird Dean thought and the next house and then the next. Each one gave him a bag of candy corn. Then Halloween came to an end and they went to Missy's Halloween party.

It was the biggest halloween party Dean has ever been to and it was awesome. But not as awesome as his costume even with the awesome decorations. Missy showed Dean around and finally she opened a door to a room with a chair.

"Now sit in the chair!" Missy said and sat Dean down into the chair. She then strapped him down and she grinned evilly.

Suddenly thousands of candy corn with bug legs began to march up the chair and up his arms and jumped into his mouth and into his stomach where they skrimmed and kicked. Soon his mouth was full and he couldn't believe this was happening. It was just like in his dream. He tried to holler but nothing came out. Nobody saw Dean again and Missy didn't know why he didn't show up to her party, Ryan did.

Another strange thing was that the bag of candy he had was full of different kind of candy and not one was a bag of candy corn!

Boogity Boo

There were ten little campers tramping through the woods, they weren't suppose to be there but they heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then they heard it.

Boogity boo!

There were nine little campers tramping through the woods, they weren't suppose to be there but they heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then they heard it.

Boogity boo!

There were eight little campers tramping through the woods, they weren't suppose to be there but they heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then they heard it.

Boogity boo!

There were seven little campers tramping through the woods, they weren't suppose to be there but they heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then they heard it.

Boogity boo!

There were six little campers tramping through the woods, they weren't suppose to be there but they heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then they heard it.

Boogity boo!

There were five little campers tramping through the woods, they weren't suppose to be there but they heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then they heard it.

Boogity boo!

There were four little campers tramping through the woods, they weren't suppose to be there but they heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then they heard it.

Boogity boo!

There were three little campers tramping through the woods, they weren't suppose to be there but they heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then they heard it.

Boogity boo!

There were two little campers tramping through the woods, they weren't suppose to be there but they heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then they heard it.

Boogity boo!

There was one little camper tramping through the woods, he wasn't suppose to be there but he heard stories of ghosts. So they went anyway. Then he heard it.


Then there were no little campers tramping through the woods, where they weren't suppose to be!

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