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 ears, 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 for to Night's micro terror Bump in the Night.
The whole thing started out as a revenge prank on Christopher Carver, but it
wasn't the kind of prank you'd normally see. Something set it apart from the
others. Instead of a kid who was seen by most as puny and fragile,
nerdy and shy, Christopher Carver was on the opposite side of the spectrum.
He was a bully, an arrogant tormentor who picked on and made fun
of many kids at Grace Hollow Middle School. It was refreshing to see the
intimidator become the intimidated for once, although his already aggressive nature was bound to
come back into play eventually. I knew that, and I'm sure the other
kids knew that. Too, They were able to tease and trick Christopher Carver
into meeting the it girl, Amelia Adams at the Grace Hollow Pumpkin Patch.
Amelia left a note ton Christopher's locker telling him to meet her after hours at
ten pm sharp at the center of the Corn Maze attraction. Christopher, as
ignorant and cocky as he was, wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to
get some loon time with Amelia. The fact that she wanted to meet in
the corn Maze after the Pumpkin Patch was closed didn't even strike him as odd.
That night, Christopher snuck out of his house a little after nine,
clad in black clothing to blend in with the night and not get caught,
and walked the two or three miles to the Grace Hollow Pumpkin Patch. Slipping
through the gates, he made his way to the corn Maze and, with
the help of his flashlight, began to journey through it. After getting turned
around and lost a couple of times, he finally made it to the center
of the man but all he saw was a wooden post standing straight up from
a small patch of recently disturbed dirt. Amelia wasn't there, and as it
turned out, Amelia was never even supposed to be there. It was the
band of kids, two boys and two girls, that Christopher Carver picked on
and teased on a daily basis. It was them who drew Carver out into
the middle of the cold, dark corn maze. Pouncing out from the dead
and dry stalks of corn, the four kids wrestled Carver to the ground,
wrapped his head in a black hood, tied him up, and strung him
to the post like he was a human scarecrow. Carver called out into the
night for help for Amelia, but the four kids had all scurried away and
left Carver hanging in the middle of the corn maze, paying for his wrongdoings.
The next morning, when Carver never showed up for school, one of
the four kids responsible for the prank, Mia Martin, grew a guilty conscience.
She reported what she and the others had done, and soon after police
were sent to the Grace Hollow pumpkin patch. But when the corn maze was
searched, Christopher Carver was nowhere to be found. He'd completely disappeared, and
it was the general consensus that, embarrassed by what had happened to him.
He ran away from the sleepy town of Grace Hollow forever. It's now been
ten years to the day since that cold and dark autumn night when Christopher Carver
disappeared. The town of Grace Hollow, as much as they have tried to
move on, is still haunted by the mysterious disappearance. The pumpkin patch has
become a staple in the community during the fall, attracting residents of Grace Hollow
to come and enjoy all sorts of fall themed family fund me and Martin,
now almost graduated from college, works at the farm where the pumpkin patch is.
She has had a hard time for giving herself for what she and the
three others had done, so as a form of self punishment, she chose
to work at the farm, forcing herself to remember every single day what she
had done ten years ago. The other three kids, all of whom are
still in college, chose to come to the Grace Hollow Pumpkin Patch on this
particular night to silently own up and face their responsibility for Carver's tragic disappearance.
In the ten years that passed, there hasn't meant a single sign of Carver.
Some people thought spirits on the land claimed him. Some thought he may
have left the country. There was one theory about how he may have gotten
stick surgery and was now hiding in plain sight around town, watching everyone.
The truth was no one really knew what happened to him. When the grease
Hollow pumpkin patch closed for the night, Mia asked the others to stay behind
with her before she closed the gates. Lucas Lockhart, Henry Horn, and
Naomi Nettles all stayed behind and joined Mia at the center of the corn maze
to silently accept what they had done in an attempt to move on with their
lives. The autumn moon grew big and bright in the chilly night sky,
and the dead stalks of corn around them rustled. Then the air fell still,
and an unnerving sense of dread crept in, filling all four of them
with a stinging fear. A haunting whisper from the cornfield hissed Amelia. Suddenly,
without warning, the stalks parted, and a figure clad in black clothing
exploded out from behind them. On his head was a black hood in which
two angry red eyes burned through. In his hands was an old farmer's scythe
that he swung wildly at the group. Carver was back. He swung his
scythe at them, releasing ten years of pent up rage. He connected with
Lucas Lockhart first, painting everything around them a dripping crimson color. The three
other teams screamed loudly and scattered from the center of the maze. My jaw
dropped and I covered my mouth, holding back a bone shilling scream of my
own. Carver disappeared back into the cornfield, emerging moments later near an old
barn where Naomi Nettles had taken refuge, but she couldn't keep her panicked breaths
quiet enough. Carver crashed through the barn door and swung his scythe until Naomi
was gone. I gasped at the mutilation and turned my head, but I
couldn't escape Carver's wrath either. I was certain he was coming for me.
Next, I closed my eyes, hoping somehow that would shield me from his
impending attack, and for a moment it worked. He spotted Henry Horn next,
trying to run for the gates of the farm. If he could just
get to the main road, he could attempt to wave down any passing cars,
but just as he reached the gates, he was grabbed by the scruff
of his neck. Carver lifted him into the air, his glowing red eyes
burning into Henry's until they dropped out of his skull. Mia ran as fast
as she could for her car. She fumbled the keys from her pocket,
climbed in, and failed repeatedly to connect them with the ignition, which she
finally did. The car refused to start. No, I exhaled, feeling
defeated along with her. If she couldn't make it, how was I supposed
to feel safe? Mia screamed at the car, and finally it turned over.
The engine roared, and she threw it into drive, but before she
could hit the gas pedal, two red eyes ignited in the back seat.
Mia screamed, noticing them in her rear view mirror, and that's all I
could take. I jumped up and ran as fast as I could, praying
Carver wasn't right on my tail, praying Mia was okay. I ran to
my room, jumped in bed, and threw the comforter over my head.
I shook in fear, hoping Carver wouldn't have been able to track me.
Here, I breathed, heavily, catching my breath. I couldn't believe when
I had just witnessed, if he were to track me down, there was
no way I'd be able to creep. The floor in my room buckled beneath
someone's creeping footsteps. I held my breath, refusing to give away my position.
Like Naomi Nettle's had it didn't end well for her. The footsteps got
closer, more pronounced. Then someone grabbed the comforter and ripped it off.
I screamed. My dad whispered with one finger to his lips. He flipped
on a lamp and sat down on the edge of my bed, shaking with
fear. I struggled to sit up. It's late, you're going to wake
your mother, he added quietly. My breathing started to calm. I looked
at my dad, who had a strange look on his face. In his
hand, he held up a DVD case. The cover showed a haunting figure
in a black hood with red eyes inside of it. The dripping text at
the bottom of the case said bump in the night. Were you watching this
downstairs? Just now? My dad sternly asked, ashamed. I nodded,
how many times have I told you you're not old enough to watch these movies?
Yet? I lowered my head. I'm sorry. My dad sighed and
tossed the DVD case onto my nightstand. Then he smirked. I was like
you when I was little curious about these movies. I love them now,
but they gave me nightmares when I was your age. You'll probably have nightmares
too, and maybe that will be punishment enough for going against what I said.
My dad stood up and turned the light back off. Sweet dreams,
he said, sarcastically. He closed the door and went back to bed.
I thought again about what my dad said. Maybe I was too young for
these movies. What I saw was pretty intense. I made a decision.
I'd wait until I was older before I immersed myself and all these horror movies
that seemed so appealing to me. I'd wait until I was a little more
mature, a little more ready. However, as intense as it was,
I couldn't stop thinking about it. I felt something, a blossoming intrigue for
these films. From under my pillow, I pulled another VD case out from
hiding. Carver was front and center, his farmer's scythe was dripping with red
hovering over a new crop of victims. I didn't see Mia there, leaving
her fade a mystery for now. I could wait until I was older,
but bump in the night too, Carver's revenge was calling my name. I
wondered how long it would take for my dad to fall back to sleep.
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