Scary and Eerie Tales

    Elizabeth had just had a miscarriage, and her husband, John was devastated as it was her third. After this, tired and helpless, they decided to go for adoption. They searched a lot and finally found an orphanage, ‘Dwelling for the Juvenile.’ The caretakers were old Irish nuns and young college students who were in search of some money. The orphanage was given a lot of donations and they had received copious awards. They went there on 16 th June 2016. Elizabeth got very emotional on seeing the children there. She was thinking, “I wish I could give birth to one of my kin. WHY?! Why does this cruel thing keep on happening to me!!?” She was on the ground floor.   At this moment John was on the top floor, descrying a very calm and unique young boy. He went towards him and sat just behind him silently. He was drawing something. That boy’s hearing was exceptional. “By the way; what are you doing here?” he said, giving a sly smile. John was shocked. He said, “Oh! I thou...

My mother’s name was Allison Claire and she was famous for her Shepherd's Pie. She owned a renowned bakery. It was Christmas eve, the whole ‘Claire’ family got together. The ‘get together’ was at my mother’s house. We had a large wooden dining table on which a Shepherd's Pie, red wine, a large turkey and sweet rum balls were placed. We had a chandelier, which belonged to my great-grandmother.  It was hung in the dining room.  My father had died by suicide. He slit his wrists and died. My mother went into depression after his death. She even had a miscarriage. After two months she finally had the courage and opened a bakery to fulfil our money requirements. Our home was very far from the city.  One day I was coming back from a party and it was very late. A bald man came running towards me, dodged me and kept running. I found that bizarre. But I moved on. After two three days I heard a scratching sound on the main door. I was hesitant but I went to check. I opened the door ...

“While I was sitting in my vintage car and was in two minds- whether I should go to the meadow which had turned into a living hell or should I run away like a namby-pamby,” said Leo.  Leo had come to his parent’s house from London to Birmingham a week ago. His mother’s name was Lillian and father’s name was Noah. They were cow breeders.  There was a huge meadow near their house which was bought for the cows. They lived in a huge manor. At their big gate was a mascot, made by conjoining the letters ‘N’ and ‘L.’ They were uttermost rich. There manor was like a museum. They had a fire place which was hundred years old. There was a well on the property which had been there since World War II. It is believed that the dead bodies and tortured criminals were thrown in it.     Leo was here for five days. He had insomnia so he usually slept at five in the morning. One night he was strolling in the gigantic garden in the moonlight. He saw a person near the well....

Once upon a time a song was composed in 1989. That song was used to torture criminals as it was created with such psychological and distressing sound effects. The song’s name was the ‘Psychic Song.’ The composer’s name was Michael Gonzales. He died while composing the song. His dying sounds are also a part of the excruciating sounds. When he died some ruinous people released the song online. It became notorious and twenty five percent of the whole population perished. The song became popular by the name ‘Call from Hell.’ The cyber security deleted the song from everywhere and kept it somewhere innocuous. Whenever people listened to this devilish piece their eyes would become pale and they would start to limp belligerently. They would grind their teeth to dust. They would run around like maniacs and bang their faces on the wall and have a harrowing demise. Their souls never got to rest in peace. They were always troubled as they never used to blossom in the other world. Whenever they tr...

Our trip to Ladakh was impulsive and without any prior planning. John, Steve, Sara, Maria and me that is Mary, went on a bike-trip to Leh in Ladakh. We were hoping to have a lot of fun, but rather we came back with an uncanny experience. This incident is engraved on our hearts forever……   We all knew how to ride bikes. We were super excited about this trip and when it got late we would just stop for the day and resume the next morning. Due to the high altitude it was tough but we were stubborn and we didn’t want to stop. After a few days of biking prodigiously we wanted to stop and rest for a longer time. So we started searching for a resort and ended up reaching an eerie place, most abruptly. W e were jovial and we went inside. It was a two-storey resort. The most unusual thing was that there was no network coverage. When we enquired we found that the resort was handled by a couple ­­­­Amrita and Tanzing. We were enervated and ravenous. Amrita could tell that by just looking at us...

My name is Aurora Martin and this is my story. When I was twelve years old I got in with the bad crowd. I made the mistake of learning their bad habits instantaneously. When I lived in Vienna there was a renowned bakery there by the name of ‘Blossom Bakery.’ My grandmother had always warned me to not to step into that bakery. I used to question her but she never answered. My grandmother died when I was fourteen. I really couldn’t understand what happened as most of the time I was zoned out.   A year later my group decided to have an adventurous night out. My group included all the spoilt and the bullies. Their names were John, Jose, Jean, Caroline, Ava and me. We all went to Ava’s house to decide the location for our night out. All of a sudden Caroline thought of Blossom Bakery and we were all going to regret this one day……… My gut feeling was clearly forewarning me to not to go there. But to show my loyalty towards the group I decided to hang with them. When we strode insi...