Spike's Horror Oneshots [PG-13/PG-16/Horror]

[Alice Moonflowyr]

So I'm just gonna turn this into a miniseries of unrelated Horror-themed oneshots. They range from PG-13 to PG-16 in rating, and will contain some minor graphic violence. You have been warned.

[spoiler=(First Story)Buzz.] I've never been happier my phone was on silent.

Let me explain. A few nights ago, my parents went to see a movie. I don't remember the name. But my parents were going far out of town, and would spend the night at a hotel. Me being the teenage girl I am, I of course decided to have a slumber party, against my parents wishes of course.

I wish I listened.

12:00 PM.

Their cell phones would be off during the movie. It started at 11 o' clock PM, and ended sometime at two. They would text me when they turned them off and on. Said if anything went wrong I was to call 911 immediately. I told them they worried too much and sent them on their way.

2:00 PM

Two hours later, the party arrived. My best friends, Gemma and Cathy. We hugged and discussed how the day, and night, would go. The usual chaos of prank calls, internet videos, 'Never Have I Ever's, and girl talk would be followed by a classic horror movie marathon involving copious amounts of cola and popcorn, then some vain attempts to sleep. We swore a pact to all help with cleanup tomorrow, and anyone not pulling their weight was officially a bitch.

3:00 PM

We called my boyfriend, Mark, and pretended to be some stalker chick from work. Cathy had to put her hand over my mouth to keep me from laughing at his high-pitched panic voice.

5:30 PM

I learned some interesting facts about my friends. Most of which I would rather forget. Night came and after we had our fill of jumpscares, bad acting, and screaming ditzy morons, we went to bed. Gemma brought her popcorn, munching and dropping it all over the stairs.

9:30 PM

Gemma asked if we could have a window cracked open. We were on the third story, and it was the middle of summer. I agreed to her request. Outside my window was pretty dark. It was a cloudy night and the moon and stars were hiding. No cars on the road, and the only source of light outside was a rusted old streetlamp that had a bad bulb.

10:00 PM

Cathy couldn't sleep, so we played Truth or Dare. Around 10:30 our wireless cut. We whined at the lack of internet cats to help us sleep, and then returned to our game. Then, at eleven, my phone buzzed.

"You keep your phone on silent?" Cathy asked. "Why not use a cool ringtone like mine?" Her idea of a cool ringtone was some obscure boy band song, and I held back giggles.

"It usually isn't, I'll fix it later." I checked my phone. Text from mom, their phones were off. I looked out the window and saw someone standing under the streetlight. It was creepy. I made to close the curtains when my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I sent it to voicemail.

Then it buzzed again. Still, Unknown Number. Again, I sent it to voicemail.

"Maybe it's Mark with a burner phone trying to get you back," said Gemma, smiling. Maybe it was. I decided to answer if it called again, because if it was Mark, neat, if it wasn't, no harm done, right?

It called. I picked up. "Hello? Who is this?" I asked nonchalantly. In return I just got silence, then a *click*. Whoever it was just hung up. I shrugged and returned to our game.

11:30 PM

Buzz. Another text. It was from Unknown. I looked and paled. I showed it to my friends and their faces turned from playful smiles to fearful panic. I checked the window. The person outside was gone.

What was I freaking out about? The text. It said three words that would always haunt me. Forever.

*I see you.*

12:00 PM

I should have dialed. Three simple little numbers. Probably would have saved their lives. So many people asked. *Why didn't you call then?* Because I was terrified. I had never been stalked before. I turned on all the lights and shut and locked all windows and doors. I thougth that would be enough.

12:05 PM

I heard knocking. I wanted to shriek, but clamped my mouth shut. Gemma and Cathy clung to each other. I heard the doorknob rattling downstairs. It stopped. Buzz.

*Why did you lock the door?*

A whimper escaped my mouth as I read that text. I should have called. But I imagined how silly I'd look if it was someone playing a prank. They hadn't actually broken in yet, and I technically didn't know that it was the person I saw. So I convinced myself that I would be the one getting in trouble, for calling the police on something so minor.

12:45 PM

We couldn't sleep. We couldn't speak. We just sat and waited for morning. We would have, until I heard it. Downstairs. *Thud. Thud. Thud. CRASH.* The person had broken down our door. I covered my friends mouths and held in my own scream. We heard footsteps. They were in the kitchen on the opposite end of the house. So we hid.

My friends hid under the bed. I tried. I tried to tell them it was a bad idea. But they didn't listen.

I emptied my drawer of clothes and clambered in. I shoved the clothes under my bed to help hide my friends. My little 4'9 physique climbed into my dresser, and Gemma gently slid it shut. I dimmed my phone. Put the vibration as low as possible. And waited. Too scared to speak. To move. To think.

Buzz.

Sheer muscle memory is the only thing that let me see that text. I wish I hadn't.

*Where are you?*

1:00 AM

The footsteps crunched. Up the stairs. He found the popcorn and was following the trail. He stopped outside my closed door.

Buzz.

*Found you.*

The handle squeaked and the door slid across the carpet. I heard my closet open. I heard my blankets tossed away.

I heard my friend whimper.

The last thing I remember is a scream that turned into a gurgling noise. I passed out.

4:00 AM

....

6:00 AM

....

8:30 AM

The police are talking to me. I was found unconscious in my dresser. I'm answering questions. Out of the corner of my eye I see two body bags being rolled into the coroners car. They forgot to zip it all the way. I see long hair sticking out of it. I think I cried.

3:30 PM, three days later.

That's my story. They still haven't caught the guy. I wonder if they ever will. I feel numb. Dead inside. The doctors say the feeling will go away at some point. I hope so.

Buzz.

Hold on. I got a text.
[/spoiler]

(Second Story) Ashley: http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/318756-first-attempt-at-horror-writing-buzz-pg-13oneshothorror/?p=6437244

[spoiler=Childhood Haunts (1/3)]
Daniel: http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/318756-spikes-horror-oneshots-pg-13pg-16horror/page-2#entry6449666[/spoiler]

[Thar]

Interesting. It's like "When a Stranger Calls" but with texts. IMO, much creepier.

Ever thought about submitting it to Creepypasta?

[Bahamut - Envoy of the End]

... I've read a lot of different things you've written over several years by now.

 

This is one of your best pieces of work.

 

It's short. It's simple. It's completely believable as a plot which is why it works so well. The amount of setup is just right before getting to the blood and gore.

 

Found this really quite gripping.

 

Choice of words or language in places caused a few minor grips, but really minor point. "My little 4'9 physique" for example. I get you fell you had to point out she's small to fit in the dresser, but it still felt something unnatural given where it was at the time. Any reasonable reader would have gone "yeah okay the chick's small we'll buy that"

[a bad post]

This was really good. 

 

I head my phone in my lap as I was reading this and buzzed right after.... I don't think I've ever jumped so high in my life.

[Wildflame]

Not too much into horror, but it was alright-ish.

[Bahamut - Envoy of the End]

This was really good. 

 

I head my phone in my lap as I was reading this and buzzed right after.... I don't think I've ever jumped so high in my life.

 

*smirk* :lol:

 

...

 

Edit: This post got liked? Really? Really?

 

Not the critique at all, just the originally one-word, probably warnable for spam post. Really?

[Alice Moonflowyr]

Thanks guys! I'm considering writing a mini series of unrelated horror shorts, to take a break from the bigger stuff I'm writing.

This was really good. 
 
I head my phone in my lap as I was reading this and buzzed right after.... I don't think I've ever jumped so high in my life.

I WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN TO SOMEONE SO BADLY

[Mugendramon]

but the real question is how the fuck did this person get her number.

 

unless the supernatural is somehow involved then that's a plot hole.

[Thar]

but the real question is how the f*** did this person get her number.
 
unless the supernatural is somehow involved then that's a plot hole.

Considering its local, it's most likely from social networking or the like. A lot of people leave their contact info open to the public.

[Alice Moonflowyr]

but the real question is how the f*** did this person get her number.
 
unless the supernatural is somehow involved then that's a plot hole.

Because stalker. Duh.

[Mugendramon]

Point taken. But then I found this:

 

I should have dialed. Three simple little numbers. Probably would have saved my life.

 

At the time of writing her life was not in jeopardy was it? Did you not mean her friends' lives?

[Alice Moonflowyr]

Point taken. But then I found this:
 

 
At the time of writing her life was not in jeopardy was it? Did you not mean her friends' lives?

Oh, damn. I knew I would do something like that.

Just what I get for not having a beta reader xD

I'll fix that.

[a bad post]

Thanks guys! I'm considering writing a mini series of unrelated horror shorts, to take a break from the bigger stuff I'm writing. I WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN TO SOMEONE SO BADLY

Literally the turn of events:

 

Reading this story -> Finish -> Phone Buzzes -> I jumping and yelp like a little girl -> Take ten minutes to get my heart to stop beating so fast

[Alice Moonflowyr]

Literally the turn of events:
 
Reading this story -> Finish -> Phone Buzzes -> I jumping and yelp like a little girl -> Take ten minutes to get my heart to stop beating so fast

Perfect. I wrote the ending the way it is JUST on the off chance that would happen!

[Bahamut - Envoy of the End]

Oh, damn. I knew I would do something like that.

Just what I get for not having a beta reader xD

I'll fix that.

 

Well, I wouldn't change it, as its ambiguous. She doesn't die (unless it's being written by a ghost :blink:) but if you stop thinking in the literal sense her life is scarred and fucked up forever, so it's still kinda correct.

 

If you change it to their lives then... that kinda gives things away. =/

[Mugendramon]

Well, I wouldn't change it, as its ambiguous. She doesn't die (unless it's being written by a ghost :blink:) but if you stop thinking in the literal sense her life is scarred and fucked up forever, so it's still kinda correct.

 

If you change it to their lives then... that kinda gives things away. =/

 

If he changes it, it doesn't give anything away because it's obvious.

 

If he did not change it, it would be inconsistent, not ambiguous.

 

In my opinion removing that altogether would be the better choice and would subtract nothing too relevant from the story.

[Darthakin]

Might I add this was probably creepier than most lengthy horror stories? 

-moves back downstairs with laptop and all that sutff- 

[The Warden]

It was... alright, but... nothing I'd write home about to be frank. The build up and the dread wasn't given enough time to reach the symphony of horror necessary to reach a true wham line.

[Aix]

If he changes it, it doesn't give anything away because it's obvious.

 

If he did not change it, it would be inconsistent, not ambiguous.

 

In my opinion removing that altogether would be the better choice and would subtract nothing too relevant from the story.

Could just be changed to "us", as "in probably could have saved us".

[Elijah~]

Coincidentally, my phone had rung immediately after I finished reading this.
OT: It was pretty good. I hope you continue to write more of these.

[Alice Moonflowyr]

New story. I'm not really sure about this one, feels a bit rusty to me. What do you guys think?

[spoiler=Ashley (PG-16) ] I nearly killed someone.

By accident! God, I'm not a murderer! I was driving down Main, minding my own buisness, when BAM. This raven haired chick jumps in front of my truck, out of nowhere. I called 911, told them she tried to kill herself. She was conscious, and sobbing about how I 'needed to kill her'. Freaked me the hell out man. She'll be in the hospital for at least a week.

But then I got a letter. From some Ashley Winford. It was some cookie-cutter sounding apology bull, which I didn't buy. There were also black flower petals in the envelope, along with a smaller piece of paper. It said 'Don't worry, you will kill me. I promise.' I scrunched it up and threw it out. Crazy bitch.

I tried putting her out of my mind, but just couldn't. Over the next week, I thought about that letter. What did she mean? Was she stalking me or something.

The next morning I saw her. In my office, talking to the help desk. I covered my face and walked by as fast as I could, but I'm certain she saw me. When I got to my cubicle, I found another envelope. It had a small piece of paper on it. 'Soon'. That was all it said.

I felt watched. I got the chills and immediatly threw out the envelope and paper. I told security to escort Ashley off the premises if they saw her. "Crazy ex?" one of them asked, grimacing. "Sort of," I muttered as I got back to work.

The next day brought rain, and my truck wouldn't start. I was out of gas, apparently. I knocked on my neighbors door to ask if they could lend me a hand. They were out though, and I cursed my luck. As I turned to return to my car, I heard a giggle behind me. My skin crawled as I slowly turned around.

"Awww, is your car out of gas?" Ashley was behind me, soaked to the skin. Her hair covered half her face, and she wore a dark blue dress.

"What do you want?" I asked, backing away slowly.

"Isn't it obvious? I want you to kill me." She laughed a girlish laugh and skipped off.

Thoroughly shaken up, I returned to my house to call my boss and change. After I came out of my room I saw another envelope on my floor. I opened it up, and in it was another piece of paper. 'I can't wait. Five days left!' was written on this one. Which I promptly burned in my sink.

After turning off my smoke alarm I called my boss and explained the situation. He was sympathetic and said I could just call it a sick day today.

I fell back into my bed and decided to lie there for a while. After about thirty minutes I heard knocking on my door, and I saw a FedEx guy holding a package.

"Sign here, please," he said unhappily, shoving the package in my face. After I signed it off he ran back to his van and drove off. I opened up the package to find a knife, a long one like a hunting knife. I felt sick and sat down, on my couch, staring at the knife in my hand. I slowly put it down on the coffee table and left the room.

Ashley didn't make an appearance the next two days, but she was definitely still around. Security informed me they had caught her sneaking onto the premises with an envelope for me that they had left on my desk.

With a feeling of dread in my stomach I entered my office to find an envelope on my keyboard. Inside was a drawing. It looked like it was drawn in crayon by a six year old, but what it depicted left me queasy.

There were two stick figures on it, with one brutally stabbing the other. The stabber was labelled 'YOU', the victim labelled 'ME'. On the back was a big smiley face and a heart. I slowly took the paper and fed it into the shredder, my mind numb.

I tried to put the obviously mentally-ill Ashley out of my mind as I worked. But I couldn't. I saw her. Heard her. Everywhere. My boss cutting up an apple in the work room. My coworker talking about her mentally ill son. I heard "All this work is making me want to kill myself" multiple times.

At the end of the day I stumbled out the door and drove.

I needed a drink.

I was at the bar for over two hours, and by the time the bartender cut me off, I was wasted beyond compare. He called for a taxi to take me home, and when I arrived my head was pounding.

I stumbled through the door, fumbling with my keys.

I saw the knife sitting on my coffe table. I walked over, picked it up, and looked at it.

"What if I DID kill her...?" I mumbled. With all that alcohol in my system, getting rid of this girl was becoming a more attractive idea by the minute.

Then I heard footsteps.

In my hallway. Coming from the bedroom. I turned around, knife in hand.

Moonlight came through the window and illuminated the room.

She was staring at me, envelope in hand and a gleeful smile on her face.

I let out a cry of anger and rage, and threw myself at her.

She didn't resist. Didn't fight back. She just laughed.

Once. Twice. Ten times, total. Blood was everywhere.

She let out one last laugh, then her final words.

"Thank......you....."

I stumbled out the door, with my knife. Covered in blood.

I don't know how long I walked. Or how far I went.

But I do need to ask you something.

Will you kill me?[/spoiler]

[Thar]

This one seemed rushed. The build-up is wonky if not just too subtle, plus there's like no motif to the main character's actions in the end beyond some half-assed madness.

Besides that, I'm actually quite enjoying these. Keep it up.

[Alice Moonflowyr]

So yeah, /r/nosleep seemed to like Ashley quite a bit. Someone even did a reading of it.

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gnomXWA_iZQ

[Thar]

So yeah, /r/nosleep seemed to like Ashley quite a bit. Someone even did a reading of it.

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gnomXWA_iZQ

 

That's awesome, dude.

 

His accent makes it perfect.

[Bahamut - Envoy of the End]

Sorry it took me so long to get to this. No excuses. :(

 

I'm gonna say more or less same as Thar in that it felt rushed and published before details and problems were ironed out. Most notably: WHY didn't the guy call the freaking police or something?! Instead he just destroyed everything. Yeah okay throw away the first letter and think nothing of it, but really, it was a major logic flaw.

 

Not quite sure why the delivery driver was a thug twatting people in the face with parcels either. Gut maybe, but face? :huh:

 

Ending was nice though, which I think is always the key with horror shorts, to have a nasty ending. Reminds me of a kind of horror chain letter story.