Scary Stories – 6th Grade
Scary Story – 1st Place: “The Fall of Childhood”, Lilith Ames, Waterford Elementary
Hello, my name is Ron. I am seven. I live with my mother and father. Mother is at work. Father is asleep, his face red from alcohol. As I wake up about 6 or 7 AM I go to eat breakfast, take my pills after all that, I look around at the bland apartment.I look at the pale yellow walls that have a few mystery stains and the slightly green lighting making the room look funny. I can hear the fan’s “wrrrr” noise and father’s drunk snoring. The door is locked;so are the windows. There is a little light shining through the curtains. I hear it, That thing from the locked room beside me. I was never allowed to know what it was, but it needs to be known that I don’t like that loud scratching noise. I reach over, and tap the door a few times with a broom… Tic, Tic, Tic, goes the wooden broom against the door, loud. I don’t like that, but it made the noise go away. After breakfast I can feel myself randomly getting cold as I go about my chores… just as I think I’m done, I notice what I assume to be the cause of the cold, an open window. Strange.
What is this weird goo.. It’s black, And looks almost like slime,it smells awful, Like rot. The window should stay open to make it smell better here. I clean off the goop, and go to bed at 9:30 PM. the next morning, at, 6:30. Huh. I didn’t expect that. My father is awake.
“What are you doing Ben?!” he yells, his voice an annoying, booming tone..he slurs his words..My name isn’t Ben. My name’s Ron, I think to myself. I won’t mention the fact he called me the dead family cat’s name. I just quietly replied..
“Breakfast,” I croak. My voice sounds strange, due to the lack of talking over the past few days. I hear the scratching again, after father goes back to his room. It’s closer now..something is off ….the door. That door is opened. It is never open.I open my eyes, laying in my bed. What a strange dream, yes, a dream. I sit up, and look around me. That didn’t happen.
“Just a dream,” I reassured myself outloud. I smell rot, and, what’s that on the floor?
Goop! At the closet, I stumble, investigating it..it makes me want to throw up, the smell does. It smells bad, very bad. I walk over to the closet, where I’m sure the goop came from. Eyes? No, I must be imagining things. I pried open the door..and before me stood a thing I’m unable to describe, as I couldn’t see it before. Crunch … Drip………drip… thud and there lies my body. My death played again and again, as life oozed out of my eyes.
And that is the most pleasant way I’m able to describe Ron Hemas death.
Scary Story – 2nd Place: “The Locker of Never Ending”, Jaxon Slonaker, Matamoras
“Turn in your homework”, said Mrs.Hays. So I walked over to the tray to turn in my homework and I walked out to my locker. I have never seen the kid next to me, I said under my breath. He was wearing a black hoodie. He opened his locker and walked in it? I walked back into the classroom and told Mrs.Hays she said, “I will look at the camera.” When I got home my head hurt. I grabbed a snack and went upstairs. I laid in my bed and I grabbed my phone. Out the window I saw that same kid from school staring at me waving in a very creepy manner. I got scared, so I shut my curtain and went to bed.
The next day I went to school but I didn’t see the kid. His locker was gone, it was just an empty space. While I was in class the intercom went off and said. “Jaxon Slonaker, please report to the office.” When I got to the office there were cops. They asked me what I was doing when I went into the locker. I was very confused and I said “That was not me.” They turned on the camera and it showed a video of me walking into the locker. I was explaining to the officer that the kid in the hoodie is the one that went in the locker. It was not me. When I came out of the office I went back to class and no one was there.
I looked at the clock. It was 8:30pm! I was locked in the school, I ran down the hallway but all the doors were locked. I walked back in the class and saw the same kid with the black hoodie at my desk. He started to laugh and he stood up with a knife, he looked at me with an evil smile. He started to chase me as he was coming out the door way. I stuck my leg out and tripped him. The knife came out his hands flying, just nearly hitting me.
I ran and ran to the janitor’s closet. It was open. I ran in there and hid. I heard footsteps suddenly he bust threw the door and grabbed me and knocked me out. I woke up in a locker he was in front of me. He gave me a smile and pushed me. I fell through the locker. As I was falling I caught a glimpse of the kid in the black hoodie’s face and it was my FACE!
Scary Story – 3rd Place: “The Night Three Friends Believed In Ghost”, Norman X. Pritchard, Waterford Elementary
On one Halloween night, three friends went exploring in an abandoned, maybe even haunted, insane asylum. The kids walk into the asylum but right as they go in the door locks behind them. The kids then heard a little tapping noise from another room. They went to explore the room where the tapping had happened. Inside that room they saw fingerprints on the window. The cold and dark room suddenly felt warmer, then they heard more tapping on the window.
Declan, being a little cocky, started shouting trying to prove nothing was there but after he stopped the group heard a ‘CRASH’ followed by glass shattering. When Norman, the smaller, more experienced plus less scared turned around and a broken glass bottle was on the floor.
David said “Now I am really starting to get scared.” Norman walking into the next room sat down in a chair that was there and then heard something whispering” Help! (psychotic giggles), Can’t escape,” Norman then believed that this wasn’t a regular abandoned building. He heard screaming like someone was in pain but Declan and David were both right beside him. They heard it too and wanted to leave but then they heard a little creak and the door behind them opened. This had convinced the kids to attempt to leave but when they went to the door it was locked, the main problem was the door locked from the outside. The kids then heard a scream followed by “you can’t escape” and more glass shattering. The only two things they could do was wait for someone to come along and unlock the door or find a different way to exit. They looked and remembered that there was a window that they could escape from. But when they went to the window another scream was heard again followed by “c ..a..nt e..ss..ca..pe.” The kids heard psychotic laughter then looking out the window they saw a sign realizing two things: this was an insane asylum and the furniture in the building was taken out fifteen years ago. The building hasn’t been used in thirty years either. They broke the window and somehow they escaped but apparently the spirits that haunted that place were let out and 1 followed each boy that was in there. Years later the three are still friends and pass this story on for generations to come. THE END