I’m moving house next week and I’m thinking of leaving a note somewhere, like taped inside my fireplace. But it’s not going to be “[my name] was here in 2014“, I’m think more along the lines like, “Don’t forget to feed the Python-or else!” or, “Keep the cellar locked otherwise it will escape.“. They’re much more exciting! 😀
Hiya, homework has been building up on me, so this post is later then usual. But I will try to do my 13.W.H.S daily. 🙂
“You’re meant to be DEAD!”
The skeleton turned. “Ever heard of the after-life?!”
P.S…I’m counting the word “after-life” as one word. If you’re not happy about that, just take away the “the” in the second piece of dialog. Then it’s 13 words!
Here’s what you’ve all been waiting for… Freak Fingers part 2! (Part 1 URL: https://lalloganr.wordpress.com/2014/05/05/freak-fingers-horror-story-part-1-by-me/)
Hope you like it….
No one knew the old man, never mind liked him, so his corpse was left to rot on his front garden. (The grass was so tall no one could even see his body!) But, as we just read, the old man swore revenge, and that’s what he got.
His first attack was on the night he died, to a boy called Frank. Frank was the ringleader of the boys (and two girls) who tormented the old man. He was the only child who wasn’t even a little bit worried of what the old man’s last words were.
“Oh c’mon guys, it’s not like he’s gonna come back from the dead! Hahahahaha!” laughed Frank, and sauntered back home.
It was the dead of night when old man attacked though. The village was silent, the full moon hung limply in the sky like a lone light bulb, shining its brightest, every child in the village was fast asleep, Freak Fingers, awoke.
The stinking corpse trudged over to Frank’s house, stotted its long, tree-branch like fingers into their rusting keyhole, and silently pushed the door open, and stepped into the house.
Its rotting feet stuck to the perfectly white carpet and it passed a restless dog sitting upright and alert from the room before, however, it hardly made a whimper at the sight of the grim remains of the old man.
It trudged through pristine hallways, totally ignoring Franks snoring parents. It didn’t want them. It wanted Frank.
Across the hallway, a terrified Frank sat up rigid in his bed. He could off sworn he heard footsteps…. He gulped. It was just like his horrible nightmare-a serial killer hunting him down in the dead of night, except this time…it was real. But there was another key difference, it wasn’t a serial killer that was hunting down Frank….
It was Freak Fingers.
Frank’s piercing scream of horrific fear and pain was enough to send the dead boy’s parents waking like a lightning bolt had hit them, and stampeding into his room. What they saw flailed out on their son’s bed was no longer their son-but Freak Fingers first victim.
Yes, there were more. Hundreds more of poor, (sometimes innocent) children were made to suffer Freak Finger’s terrible wrath. Full moon is when he’s at his worst, on a murdering massacre. It won’t care if you never even knew it existed. It won’t care if you feared or admired its blood-stained fingers-but you won’t for long. Because the next time you see those deadly fingers, they’ll be tearing into your chest and removing your beating heart. Yes, that’s the reason why he is feared throughout the country. So parents-don’t take that risk. Don’t carelessly leave your windows and doors unlocked at night…because you’ll have yourself to blame when you hear your child’s screams in the night.
Because, even after all those years, all those victims and all those screams-it still isn’t satisfied. Fear those footsteps that echo down your hallway at midnight, as Freak Fingers…IS STILL ON THE LOOSE!!
(NOT) THE END
“What a pretty flower!” she said, before it swallowed her in one gulp.
I hope my Venus-flytrap doesn’t get to angry! “Ahhhh-help!” Haha.
Oh yes-thank you to all my followers that rapidly increased today! 🙂 And look out for Part-2 of “Freak Fingers” tomorrow. Mwahahaha….
I once told this story to some girls in a tent on holiday. The next night, no one wanted to share with me. As you probably see, it’s a lot longer then 13 words, so I’ll post he other part tomorrow.
There once was a short-tempered old man. He was a very strange old man who lived in a even stranger house. It was very tall, and lent over to one side. The windows were cracked or boarded up, and the house also had a front garden, but the grass hadn’t been cut for over ten years! Sticking out of the knee high grass were signs that said: “gO aWAy” and kEEp oUT!!!” This was because the children in the village mocked the old man long, and bony fingers, that were twice as long as any normal person’s fingers!
Whenever children passed the old man’s house, they would yell things like “Freak Fingers!” and “Mutant man!!” then throw rocks at the house. (This was why the windows were shattered or boarded up.)
The poor old man would sometimes come running out of his house in his apron, or even in his pyjamas yelling, “Clear off you riff-raff!!” and would sometimes even swear, if he was REALLY in a bad mood. Only, this just made the child laugh harder. Although, one day, they pushed too far….
Everything began when the old man was chopping up meat with a long, sharp knife. He had to be especially careful because with his spidery fingers, one wrong move would mean chopping off one of his fingers.
He hadn’t been chopping up meat for more then five minuets when a familiar, childish chanting started…. “Freak Fingers! Freak Fingers! Freak Fingers! Freak Fing-”
“YOU HORENDOUS LITTLE WIPPERSNAPPERS BETTER PIPE DOWN OR I’LL MAKE YOU!!!” bellowed the old man. He was going to carry on shouting when something long, something sharp had fallen into the old man’s chest.
He was so busy yelling at the children, the knife had slipped from the old man’s clumsy grip, and plunged into his heart. “Revenge will be mine….” were his last words, and they were not forgotten by the children…
or the old man.
To be continued….
Here’s my second 13.W.H.S, hope you like it! Because they’re so short, so are these posts. But there will be more to come….
“Human children-my favourite!” the monster exclaimed, pulling the boy down the hole.
I’m going to start writing 13 word Horror Stories to share with you all. Honestly, it started of as 10 words, then I figgerd that was too hard. Anyway, 13 is a suposetly creepy number-and it is my favourite number….So anyone who hates it will have to stick with it, as here is 13.W.H.S…number 1!!
“You can’t kill Vampires….” she hissed, as her teeth plunged into his neck.
(Second thoghts…let me change that to 13 word Horror Sentences….)