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Welcome to micro Terrors, scary stories for kids where it's always the spooky season,
full of chills, thrills and spine tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are family
friendly frights for those ages eight and up, and while our stories are for
younger years, we are still talking about things that go bump in the night,
and some children may not be able to handle what others can. Parental
consent is recommended. Now sports a night's micro terror mirror Mirror Do You See
Me? By Wade Mowbray, age six, Alex anxiously fidgeted in his fourth
grade desk, eagerly awaiting the first period bell. He regretted chugging that entire
code red mountain dew right before a class. Now he wasn't sure if he
could hold it any longer. Panic started to settle in, and he desperately
raised his hand. Miss Isabella on, may I please use the bathroom?
Alex? Wait until the bell rings, miss Isabella replied, shooting him an
annoyed look from the whiteboard. But it's an emergency, Alex cried, squeezing
his hand between his legs. All but be quick. His teacher allowed,
handing him a hall pass without wasting a second. Alex dashed out of the
classroom, sprinting down the hall when he was suddenly stopped by Jerome, the
strict hall monitor. Who did right there? Jerome demanded, displaying his hall
monitor badge proudly. Alex's eyes widened with worry. I really need to use
the bathroom, Jerome, It's urgent. Jerome hesitated for a moment, then
softened his stern expression. All right, hurry up, but remember no running
in the halls. Nodding gratefully, Alex rushed past Jerome. Finally reaching the
bathroom, he was relieved to find it empty, but an unusual dimness and
a strange fog in the air gave the room an eerie atmosphere. Nonetheless,
his need to use the bathroom was overpowering, and he quickly took care of
his business much better. Alex sighed with relief as he stood by the sink
washing his hands. Suddenly, a movement in the mirror caught his eye.
For a split second, it seemed like there was something watching him. From
within the glass. A chilling sound, almost like a soft guttural hiss,
started to emanate from the mirror, making his skin prickle with fear. The
mirror began to shake and the hissing sound became louder. His heart raced as
he looked up again, and this time his reflection wasn't alone. A menacing,
red, scaly monster with sharp teeth, gooey eyes, and a giant
scorpion tail glared back at him. Eh Alex screamed, his heart pounding in
terror. The monstrous reflection hes stat him, and before he knew it,
the scorpion tail shot out of the mirror, stinging Alex's arm with a cold,
paralyzing venom. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his arm in pain.
Brainy food, the ugly creature demanded. Alex looked back at the monster
with confusion. Did the monster mean the mystery meat on today's cafeteria menu.
That couldn't be right, No one would want to eat that. Before Alex
could finish his thought, he began to feel strange. The area where the
monster had stung his arm now throbbed, growing larger and more painful. He
sensed an unsettling transformation taking place hastily. He rose to his feet and saw
his reflection in the mirror, but it was no longer his own familiar face
staring back at him. His reflection contorted into a ghostly image, pale,
lifeless skin stretched tightly over bony features, eyes of a sickly shade of yellow,
and it twisted grin revealing jagged, rotting teeth. Oh no, what's
happening to me? Why do I look like a zombie? Alex exclaimed,
Bring me foo, the monster demanded, its voice echoing menacingly. Alex felt
the creature's venom creeping through his veins and felt the urge to suddenly obey.
His voice now eerily zombie like, he replied, as you wish master in
a slow, deliberate pace. He walked out of the bathroom, arms stretched
down in front of him, drool dripping from his mouth, driven solely by
the need to feed his master. Along the way, he spotted Jerome,
the hallway monitor, making his rounds. Oh, Alex groaned as he approached
to Jerome food. Jerome startled, exclaimed, Hey, no zombies in the
hall. He tried to escape, but Alex grabbed him and hoisted him over
his shoulders. Put me down. This isn't funny, Jerome cried, where's
your hall? Pass with vacant eyes. Alex grinned as he carried Jerome back
to the boy's bathroom, where the monstrous reflection eagerly awaited its meal food.
The beast roared, slobber and drool dripping from its oversized mouth. Jerome screamed
in terror, but it was too late. The monster extended its red,
scaled tongue from the mirror, wrapping it around Jerome and pulling him into its
gaping throat with a sudden jolt. Alex opened his eyes, finding himself on
the cold bathroom floor. Disoriented and confused. He checked his arm, but
there was no sting. Was it all just a dream, he wandered.
As he stood up, the bathroom's dimness returned to normal. It must have
been a nightmare, he thought, unsure of how long he had been asleep
for. Alex hurried back to Miss Isabella's classroom. Where had you been?
Scolded miss Isabella, her eyes narrowing. The second period bell rang and students
startled to shuffle out of the room. As the class room emptied, the
principal walked in looking flustered. He approached Miss Isabella and asked, have you
seen Jerome? He's supposed to be monitoring the halls. This has been a
special listener Terrors episode. The Stories is a ten by you are likely Terror
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