I have a story, /x/. I know most of you aren't going to

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The next morning we had brunch at the all-you-can-eat buffet. It was really good! But as I was in line to get pancakes, an old gypsy woman grabbed me and looked deep into my eyes. “You! Who are you!” I told her my name. “Have you been having bad luck?” I said no “Believe me, you will! I can sense it!”. I don’t believe in that crazy gyspy stuff so I went back to our table to enjoy my pancakes with my friend Foster. We both ate our pancakes and talked about the crazy old gypsy women.

The next morning we hit the road again, eager to get to Portland, Oregon! The day before we drove for 12 hours so today we just had to drove 8 hours. It was fun, we bought some old Weird “Al” Yankovich CD’s. Our favorite! We listened to them in the car and laughed the whole way there. When we crossed the state line into Oregon, we knew our journey was almost over. When we got to Portland, we pulled into a gas station parking lot where we read a map and decided where we should go. I went into the FoodMart and bought Red Vines and a Judas Priest live album I hadn’t heard before so we could rock out in the car. As we were sitting in the car, my friend Foster said “remeber that old haunted house that we used to live by that all the kids said it was haunted?” I said yes “well haven’t you ever wondered what is inside of that place?” I was hesitant but I said yes “I think we should spend the night there, just to prove that we can do it. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!” I said “no way!”, but he convinced me.

We drove to the haunted house, I was so nervous the whole way there I forgot to even listen to the Judas Priest live album I bought or eat the Red Vines I got. When we got to the haunted house I remembered how scary it was to us when we were kids. But you know what? It wasn’t so bad now that I was an adult. Just dirty with broken things on the lawn. We hopped the fence with our sleeping bags and luggage bags over our backs. We walked to the front door and then I rung the doorbell and knocked the door. “What are you doing?” said Foster “There’s no one home we can just walk right in!” We opened the door. It was unlocked. Inside it was pretty dark, and any light that did shine through the window made big beams of light because there was so much dust in the air. We walked around in the house for a little bit to get familiar with it. There were a lot of rooms, most of them completely empty. Except for some chairs but they weren’t interesting. We got tired and decided to get some sleep.

That night we put our sleeping bags in the bedroom and layed down. We turned off our lantern. We were just falling asleep when I jolted upright. I heard footsteps upstairs, really soft footsteps. We walked up stairs with the lantern. We were both pretty fucking worried, I don’t we had really anticipated how creepy the house could be at night. The shadows were messing with my eyes, I kept swearing that I saw monsters. When we made it to the top of the stairs we stopped to listen for sounds. We heard something that almost sounded like…… muffled singing? We walked to a room. There was a faint glow coming out from under the door. I looked at Foster worriedly. We slowly opened the door. We stepped inside. Inside it was dark so I turned on the lantern. There was a little girl in a pretty blue dress. I took a knee. “Hello, little girl. Why are you here? Do you need help?” she looked at me with big eyes “follow me….” We followed her to a door outside. We stepped out into the back yard. As we walked me and Foster exchanged worried looks. She took us to a little shed with an eerie glow coming out from under the door.

We slowly opened the door. It was dark so I found a lightswitch and flipped it. Me and Foster screamed at what we saw and tried to run out but the door swung shut and wouldn’t budge. The shed was filled with dead mutilated bodies, their blood and intestines strewn out across the walls and floor, their eyes gouged out, and their heads caved in. Rotting carcasses of children and adults hung from the ceiling on butcher hooks, dripping blood out all over us. Dead dogs lined the walls, some of them still alive, whimpering as they bled to their doom. But then we saw the scariest thing of all: two fresh corpses layed at the opposite end of the room. And their faces looked just like us. Me and Foster threw ourselves into the door, trying to bust it out. But then there was a deafening boom and screeching. Me and Foster slowly turned around, quaking with fear. There was the little girl, but she was floating and with blood slowly dripping from her empty eye sockets. “Are you boys ready to leave this world?” she inqueried and we both cried, sobbing for our lives “This is for your own good… get ready to be saved by the cold grip of DEATH” she said and she screamed, lunging towards us. I ripped a dead dog off the wall and brought it down over her head, sending her crashing to the floor. I then pried the door open with a femur. We ran outside and ran and ran, hopped the fence, and scrambled into the car. We drove away, drenched in sweat and knowing we would never be the same.


If there’s one thing I want you to take away from reading this, it’s the same thing I learned that horrifying night: don’t go digging through your past, because it’s been left behind for a reason…

Pretty good story, OP! Gave me a good spook! Keep writing!

im not going to read taht, worth it ?

>>18746033
yes

Holy shit that was awful.

>>18746037
this is so hollywood cliche horror movie fuck off.

Can i get a summary?

> a femur.
Ha. I might have believed you had you said tibia.

>>18744045
>San Fran to Portland is 20 hours
the geography must have changed since I drove that last, or the Nelson Mandela effect is real

Fake. Trust me. I'm an expert in spotting lies.

>>18746429
That's where I stopped too.
Just made this trip this xmas; took about 9 hours.

>>18746108
Dare I say, a quick rundown?

It's been a while since I read this, good stuff.

Die Geschichte ist echt krass und des was du am ende sagst ist auch war meiner Meinung nach man darf nicht zurück blicken man muss manchmal von vorne anfangen einfach von Null anfangen

Wow, shit thread

>>18744058
>It was dark so I found a lightswitch and flipped it
where the fuck did your lantern go

>>18746429
>>18746455
>can't even be bothered to google maps the distance between two cities for your story

>>18744045
Pretty shit OP.
>Our Favorite!

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reminded me of this classic

OP, it was a decent attempt but you need some work on your writing skills. Im going to assume you are young; younger than 18 at least. If so, keep writing and you will get better. More importantly keep reading because it will give you ideas.

If you are above the age of 24 go ahead and stop writing. Its not your strong point.

This was terrible kek

>>18744045
>20 hours
Dude, the drive ain't even half that. Fuck off. And you clearly are under 18. Do your parents know you're on /x/.

>>18746952
A true golden oldie

>>18746984
What anon said.
Also I would kinda lay low a bit with the gore and stuff.
That shit was too much over the top.
Also the little girl flying with empty eye sockets etc wasnt that spooky.

I personally would've chosen for something unseen or intangible.
When ya cant see it, you cant fight it.

At least thats what I find rather scary.

All in all a pretty good start OP!
Keep on writing and improving!