Appropriate for Mature Readers. May contain mild violence, language, and/or suggestive themes.
Check out these tales of terror and read if you dare. And there will be more chills to come.
Note- These scary tales will not have an ending, but to let readers think what's going to happen next.
Note- These stories are rewritten into novel format. To check out the original series, click the links on my blog, Impersonator's Fan-Fic Library.
So Scary- Death Cycle
Nobody believed John. He had seen Dave for a long time, every night. For that reason, he couldn’t sleep. He tried to shut his eye, and when the noise kept wailing at him, he wakes up.
Dave was John’s best friend. They used to ride their bikes in the woods all the time. Those were the days, John thought. Unfortunately, something terribly happened to Dave. He was accidentally killed while riding his bike. The cause- Some gang rider rode his bike over him by accident.
John must have been crazy to see that his dead, best friend came back to haunt him. Whenever he calls him out in the night, John couldn’t come out of his house. He was too afraid. Not that he was afraid of Dave personally, but his spirit. More likely, ghosts don’t exist in John’s lifetime.
“John!” Dave said again. “Johhhnnnnnn!”
John tried to ignore the wails. He knew that his sister and parents weren’t able to hear them. They never believed his story. The death of Dave took a certain toll on him. Maybe, John thought they were right. His death didn’t allow him to move on, which is probably why Dave came back.
“Go away!” John said. “You’re dead! You’re not real!” He shut his eyes again. Still, the cries of his ghostly friend were there.
The cries kept ringing to his ears. If John wanted to stop this haunting situation, he could go out in the woods and confront him. One time, his other friend who was into mystics and the supernatural, said that the only way to stop the haunting is to confront the ghost. But John thought it felt unnecessary because the ghosts didn’t exist. Why bother?
Every night, John tried to sleep after he finished his homework. The cries were still echoing outside his house. He wished that he could move on to another house, but it wouldn’t make a difference. Maybe, his other friend was right. He should confront Dave this time.
John carefully came out of the house. At this time of night, his parents and sister were sleeping. It was cold outside. Though he wore a jacket, he still felt the chills.
By the time, John walked into the woods; he stopped and waited for his friend, who died in the very spot. The police have arrested the gang biker on accounts of the accident. But the guy said it was a mistake and didn’t see the kid riding the bike. It turned out that he was drunk.
When the gang biker was convicted, he went to prison for two years. During that time, he committed suicide.
John hated waiting. He recalled that he had to wait for Dave to show up, so that they could ride their bikes in the woods before it got dark. The memories were good, but it was time for John to forget the past and move on.
Finally, the cries came out again and this time, Dave appeared in front of him. The blood kept dripping out of his forehead. He walked slowly. John turned around to face him.
“Helllp meeee..John,” Dave said as he reached his arms out.
“It’s over, Dave,” John said slowly. He couldn’t stand the sight of him. Something in him tells that this could be real and that he was actually seeing a ghost. It had to end right now.
“Please, help,” Dave said. “He’s coming after me.”
“What?” John became a bit confused. Then he realized that his friend was talking about that gang biker.
“Please, John. Help me. Before, it’s too...” Dave stopped. A roaring sound of a bike just erupted out of nowhere.
John didn’t like the sound of it. It seems that Dave was right all along. All this time, he wanted help. John felt bad about it. He thought for a moment and came over to Dave.
“Get out of here,” John said loudly. “Quick!” But Dave seemed to be too slow. It certainly looked like he was injured.
“Come on!” John said as he dragged Dave over. As they went, the light shone against them. John and Dave tried to see the rider. But it was too late for them to escape. The gang biker hit them with full speed.
Two months later, John’s sister stared at the photo of his dead brother. She missed him so much, that she couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was a shame to lose a brother like that. The police haven’t found the culprit yet, and thought it could be a similar biker who killed John.
In the dead of night, a cry came out. It was John. He called out to his sister for help. She couldn’t sleep. At first, she thought she was being crazy since she didn’t believe John’s ghost story. Now she did.
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