Book of stories. - Lauren Colman (any book recommendations txt) 📗

thorn bushes and down and down the hill and then I splashed into the water.

I tried kicking, I thrashed but I only sank deeper and deeper, bubbles floated to the top and I was out of breath, I began to swallow water and then everything went dark. It was too warm, the smell of plastic suffocated me, I heard voices...

" no sir, she fell, we tried to help her but it took time to get down the hill without falling we never knew she fell in the lake but if we did we would have ran down," I couldn't see, I tried scratching my way out but the faint luminous glow had disappeared and I was in total darkness. Then someone unzipped the zip and I was free but then I saw him. He had black hair, was so pale and eyes so dark almost like black holes with no light reflecting back. I was in a body bag, I screamed but no one came. He looked like he almost pitied me, I tried to get up but it was so painful I fell to the ground but the boy helped me up.

" come on, it's your time to leave now," I was horrified what did he mean?

I pushed his hand off my arm and held onto the table. I stuttered " what.tt..tt do..o. yo..u...u..u me. a. a. n my..y..y tim..m..m.e to lea..a..ave..?"

He replied with sorrow" you dead, they killed you,"

I couldn't breathe and I ran.

Now I'm in the alley hiding, nobody can hear me or see me and Its an awful joke. I can't believe they paid loads of people to ignore me even my own parents, the worse thing is they paid someone to pretend to be the grim reaper and to say I'm dead. Its all a joke it must be.....


Red eyes

My childhood has always been a nightmare, I always felt like something was there.

Firstly my home wasn't the best, it was an old Victorian house, in the cemetery and right by the cemetery was an evil looking church.

The church, was bordered up, tall spikes reaching to the sky and a large door which the old stories say if you knock three times, the devil will get you. Back before it was bordered up, it was a Sunday school and the priest taught but soon he began to get angrier and angrier, he was slowly losing his mind because he thought the devil had a claim on me and wanted me for evil purposes. One Sunday when I was sick, I use to get sick a lot, there was a terrible fire and the insane priest said the devil was going to take him and the church to back where they belonged in the flame. So the church set on fire, he blamed me a lot for things that happened before, he was always mean to me and bad things happened back to him. Once the fire happened people started to avoid me, they had heard the rumors, I had a fever when the church burned and they thought it was me that did it, they all believed that suspicious nonsense. Each time I went out people avoided me and if the corner of my eyes I swear I saw a dark figure following me but I just shrugged off the idea. I went into the shop and asked the shopkeeper for a glass of milk but when he turned around his face was disfigured, he had a sharp row of razor teeth, sunken in eyes and black eyes but then I blinked and his face returned to normal. I stared and he coldly said" I don't sell things to All the way home, I sat on my knees and began to pray and rock forward and backward. It had frightened me so much, was I going crazy ? I went straight to bed and opened my bible but scribbled inside was demonic signs, I threw the book and pulled the covers right up and prayed.

I sat in the darkness, my mother had gone out to talk to the crowd outside my window saying I must be burned. Then I saw it, two red eyes staring at me in the darkness and then a long claw, then the hand and then there it was...................


Then the old diary finished, what happened to my great great great great cousin ? I put the diary beside my bed and waited and waited for the clock to count down, I was going to Disneyland. I didn't want to sleep, the diary had scared me too much especially the last bit and the scary part is that in my whole family, I look exactly like her but no one else does its just too freaky. The same straight small nose with the little birthmark, they grey eyes with green flecks, the pale skin and the freckle on the right cheek and the pale white hair. It was finally time to go, my bags were ready and we were on the plane there. I was very tired by the time we go there.... I was restless in bed at night but then I saw red eyes in all my pictures and then I was frightened.

Help me

One cold and dark December night, a teenage girl named Kathy was babysitting two children. There was a seven-year old boy named Taylor, and a six-year old girl named Isabelle. The parents had gone to the movies for the night, to watch harry potter but unable to bring the kids.

Just after 9 o’clock that night, the phone rang. Kathy answered it and heard an anguished voice screaming “Help Me! For Heaven’s sake, help me!”

Confused, Kathy hung up the phone and decided that it must have just been a prank call. Thirty minutes later, the phone rang again and the same voice screamed, “Help me! Somebody, please help me!”

This time, Kathy was beginning to get frightened. The children asked her who was calling and she told them not to worry, that everything was just fine.

Another thirty minutes passed by and she recieved another call. The voice on the other end sounded scared and desperate. “Help me! For Heaven’s sake, won’t somebody help me?”

The phone went dead.

Seconds later, there knock at the door. The babysitter clutched the children tightly to her. She was almost as scared as they were. The urgent knocking continued. She knew it wasn’t the children’s parents, because they weren’t due home for at least an hour.

They could hear a voice coming from outside. It was a man’s voice and he was repeating over and over “Help me help me help me…”

She didn’t know what to do.

“I’ll have to let him in”, she said. “He needs help”.

Later that night, when the parents arrived home, the house was eerily silent. All of the lights were off. When they searched the house, they entered the living room and stumbled upon a horrible scene. Kathy and both of the children had been murdered. Their arms and legs had been chopped off.

On the wall, written in blood, were the words, “For Heaven’s sake help me before I kill again. I cannot control myself anymore”.

The book

I stared at the book and thought,OMG that would be the perfect book to read for Halloween to my friends.
They would be so frightened they would watch saw to get that out of their mind or maybe I could read the non-scary stories.

I picked it up and took it to the counter and an old lady appeared and said "Do not buy that book, beware , beware and it will cause great misfortune if you buy it!" she gave a cracked laugh and passed out onto the floor.
I walked towards her and bent down to see if she was ok , she touched my wrist and whispered"Don't make the same mistake I did..."and she shut her eyes.
I yelled and a younger lady came down and as she saw the older lady she ran towards me.
She grabbed my top and yelled"what have you done to her!" I whimpered and she looked furious.
She began to shout again but she stopped as she heard a faint voice and saw a faint figure.

The figure was ghostly pale and floating."Please everlyan leave the child alone, my time had come and her time will come soon just let her buy the book and send her on her way,"

"Everlyan I love you, they are calling me so I must go and goodbye my beloved everlyan..." The voice and figure faded out.
I realised the lady everlyan saw the ghost as well , when I was young I use to see ghost mainly my granddad but my Nan house was in the cemetery so I saw other ghosts. As I got older I saw the ghosts less and less and eventually I didn’t see them all. But then later I began to dream the future , it freaked me out a lot and at first I thought I was crazy.

I slowly woke to darkness, from what I could see the room was white and padded. What had happened then I lifted my hand, it was old