It was a chilling evening in the town of Willows Brook. A desperate ghost wandered from house to house, sucking the energy out of every electronic device. "Must suck...", it repeated the two words in its mind over and over. He continued this molestation until the sun rose. As he left, he heard the screams. The horror spread quickly across the town. People were waking up to their devices completely dead! The ghost created an epidemic. What were the people of Willows Brook going to do for an hour while waiting for their devices to charge? No one knew. All there was to know was the fact that the ghost would be back again, every night, for the rest of nights. The End.
That's okay, love! I think you guys are putting too much pressure on yourselves. Even just like a little story about something spooky that happened to you would be good.
This isn't the greatest, and I'm not even sure why I'm posting this. Yes, I do- I had to cause the power of the pupper. The night was drawing in by the minute as the sun slide below the tree line, and a chill settled in the air quickly. The rosy glow of dusk deepened to vibrant rich red, making the small village uneasy. Doors were locked and thick curtains were drawn over shuttered windows. Unspeakable things happened at night when the sky turned that color. Mangled corpses of those who didn't make it home in time would show up in a mess of their own blood and viscera the next morning. More often then not, it was guesswork to figure out who it was- as the features were no longer identifiable. Whispers of gossip began to filter through the town- perhaps it was the unstable doctor who had finally lost it, maybe it was a demon from the forest who found easy prey in them, the God's were angry with their behavior and this was their punishment. Nobody wanted to consider the more outrageous options, until the doctor they intended to blame was discovered- his body scattered throughout the town square. No clues were located, not a single footprint or hair, nor eyewitness. Panic began to take over, as friends and family started blaming those closest to them. But it did not matter, for the village was soon to be known as the Village of Bones.
Hi I'm not feeling quite up to writing something new but I have a slightly scary short story I wrote when I was 15. It's 2,224 words though. Could I post it for people to read and have it be exempt from the competition?