A Simple Horror Story, Part One.

Just a horror story I made because I was board and to finally have some writing on here.

This story begins with a simple yet ominous town named cape Vincent. Recently something abnormal had taken place in the town that has the people living in to shaken and on there heals. The town was infamous for simple hauntings and ghost appearances but this year, something more intimidating than ever before is suspected to happen on the night of 11/11/11. The towns people have heard of myths of what takes place on the night of 11/11/11 but even though there was a chance of the campfire stories being more fable than fact, the towns people where to scared to risk it. Their only change was a paranormal investigator named Brandon Chance. Brandon was a lesser known ghost hunter but the town’s mayor needed someone who was in the town’s budget. Although the next day seamed normal then ever he went missing without a trace. The town was terrified but could do nothing to help. The town lived near a large amount of mountains so Brandon had quite a distance to drive. Brandon was driving deep in dangerous terrain. What made it worse was the winds were cold as ice and the night was black as pitch. The road what full of tight curves so it was a crash waiting to happen. As Brandon was clearing the corner a man was in his way. He swerved but he still made contact with the man. The man slid on the hard pavement and landed in the middle, on his side arms in front. By the time Brandon walked out of his car to check if the mystery man was ok, the man was in a pool of his own blood. Brandon walked up to the man to see if he was alive. Brandon put his hand on his lifeless shoulder and felt a sudden shift in the wind speed. The man turned his head toward Brandon’s hand, concealing his face.in the sight of movement, Brandon asked the man if he was ok. The man started to open his mouth and what was inside made Brandon pull his hand back.

The man stood up with his mouth still open, showing a full set of sharp, shark like teeth and his cherry red eyes. The man started to laugh in a devilish voice and said “Hello Mr. Chance, heading toward cape Vincent. What’s the rush, why don’t you stay awhile?” The demon started to walk toward Brandon and tried to attack him with his gray, boney fingers and long, sharp finger nails. Brandon, scared of what just happened ran down the road with the demon on his tail and in to a foggy forest. He had ran for quite a while but there wasn’t this demon character in sight. He started to aimlessly walk deep into the forest, with the wind still blowing against him. He started to see things and hear things like someone’s calling his name. Then he suddenly found himself next to a deep, creepy swamp. He walked in the swamp and, out of the corner of his eye, saw a little girl standing in the middle with an apple red balloon. He gently walked toward the little girl and asked if she was all right. He put his hand on her shoulder and, in horror, tried to catch her cold, rotted body hearing the little girl squeeze the word “mommy?” from her mouth. With his hand over his mouth in shock he started walking backward and ran away, trying to forget what just happened.  Out of breath, he sat next to an old, dark oak tree. He looked for some way of communication when off in the distance he heard his name being called “Brandon Brandon Brandon” he started to walk away from the noise but it just kept getting louder and louder “Brandon Brandon Brandon”. He ran and ran but no matter the speed he ran he could not escape the noise it just crept closer and closer “Brandon Brandon Brandon”. Brandon ran and ran until he collided with a tree branch and fell back. Behind him were old oak trees with blackened eyes and sharp teeth that were made of bark but terrifying all the same. Brandon crawled back with only a stump to protect him. The deathly terrifying trees all walked around Brandon and began to rip his flesh off, two trees were fighting for his arm and what was left of his legs. Then Brandon woke up to the ferry captain honking his horn and saying they had arrived at Cape Vincent so get ready to drive off. Brandon, still feeling his skin being torn off, looked around to make sure he was alive and not in a forest full of deadly trees.  He then came to think that it was just a normal nightmare caused by stress, it’s not every day a town depends on you. But as he would find later, it was not a dream but as real as he could ever imagine.

 

 

To Be Continued……

Author's Note

Their might be some grammar problems but other then that I think every things fixed!