This is a special listener Terrors episode. The stories sent in by you are
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to micro Terrors, scary stories for kids where it's always the spooky season,
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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. Forts of Knights micro Terror. The Bitter Lake written
by Alura Ula, age eleven. It was mid autumn and could not possibly
ever have been colder, rainier, or more bitter than it was now.
In Bitter Hollow, April Carter trudged through the autumn leaves, her backpack digging
into her shoulders, walking back from school. The winding path that lay ahead
was long and muddy. The rain thundered down, dead bare trees towered over
the path. Next to her. Her best friend, Leilah Gardner, walked
beside her, also wearing a backpack and a weary expression. The day couldn't
be more miserable. The trees and the deep dark forest beside them were in
an intense fight. The wind was strong and vicious. Just visible behind the
tree was the lake. The Bitter Lake, a strange name, April had
once thought to herself, but that quickly was answered by the strangeness of bitter
Hollow. The lake appeared to thrash wildly, also seemingly battling with itself aggressively.
As she walked, April hoped the storm would ease up a little,
but it only got worse. Laylah stopped suddenly, peering through the trees at
the lake. That lake is so weird. What I mean, Yeah,
I guess it's just that I was wondering. We've never been up to it
before. April frowned. I know, and we could go now in this
Are you crazy? This storm is one of the worst ever. The lake
is so weird, she repeated, Looking a little dazed. She shook her
head. Come on, people have seen things. Remember Ellie Simmons said she
saw money. Layla rolled her eyes. Simmons, yeah, she sees money
everywhere. And Tom Miller said, he said a bunch of random things that
were obviously alive. A TV and gaming console. That's ridiculous. Those aren't
things you see in a lake, but things people who hallucinate when they really
really want them. Well, Katie Evans saw an animal, heard one.
She wanted to help it. She tried asking for some others to come first,
but everybody was busy. How there's one thing they all have in common,
all these people who have seen things, Apel cried desperately. She paused
to catch her breath and then whispered, they've all gone missing. Layla hesitated,
then nodded, but then caught sight of something in the lake. That
lake is so weird, she said once more, What is it? What
do you see? April asked, finally understanding what nothing, It's just what
do you see? April demanded? A necklace? Can you see it?
Gleaming in the sun? And that ruby in the middle so huge? She
whispered excitedly, Sun, Layla, there's no sun, it's just clouds.
Be quiet, April, she interrupted bitterly. I'm going. She set off,
running towards the bitter lake. She threw off her backpack and coat and
kept going. April looked around, looking for anybody who could stop her,
but saw no one. She put her backpack down and followed her, calling
out every so often, there was a blood curdling scream. It chilled every
bone in April's body. She stopped. There was no sign of Layla,
and possibly even worse, April was lost. Only the lake was visible,
as it was large and different to its surroundings, unlike the narrow, winding
path she was previously following. As she neared the lake, April could only
now appreciate how appropriate the name was. Bitter Indeed, with its gray water
crashing against itself, the pier looked isolated, extending out into the dangerous water
as if it were reaching out. But most strange of all, even in
the rain, the storm, the wind, April could see lights lights under
the lake. They were dull and gray, but bright and strangely clearly visible.
April stepped closer to the massive lake and peered at the lights. They
were definitely there. Suddenly remembering what she had come for, she examined her
surroundings more carefully. Not just the lake. Layla wasn't here, but that
scream sounded so much like her. There was an odd sound, and it
took April a moment to realize what it was whispering, Helmas, you'll help
us, will you? It was coming from the bitter lake. A hand
shot up from the ghost waters. It was pale and belonged to a child.
April was sure of it. The whispers were louder, more desperate.
Now. April approached the lake, stepping onto the pier. She had to
help the person in the lake. It was a child drowning in the lake.
That was all, So why does she feel so uneasy? Looking at
the hand, it didn't look quite right. It was too late. April
reached for the hand. It reached back and grabbed her hand. Yes,
don join us. High pitched laughter followed. The hand was cold and smooth.
It pulled her in. It's grip too strong for her. She was
sucked in by a torrent of freezing cold water. It was all around her
as she plunged into an icy darkness. Moments later, she realized her eyes
were closed, and she opened them. April realized she was unsure of which
way was up. All sense of direction was lost, and there were two
sources of light. She swam towards one, but quickly realized it wasn't the
right one. The light had just dawn out and she felt thousands of things
grabbing her. These weren't weeds but hands. Then she saw it by the
flickering light, hundreds of dolls and even more dull hands reaching out to grasp
and scratch any part of her. The light went out and April felt something
impossibly painful. Then it felt like her stomach was completely empty. As she
lost all feeling, she tried to scream, but it was no use.
The Stone Hill by Harrison van Middelum, Age ten. This story, like
many, starts with once upon a time, So let's start with fifteen twenty
eight in a kingdom called Montepligus, with a small village known as Fort Trenton.
Now, this place was known for its vast majority of delectable foods and
large feasts of steak, turkey, or sometimes even mutton. However, the
place was also known for these spirits roaming the streets on cold, foggy nights,
unbound by time and mortality. The most famous of the housing areas for
the apparitions was the Stone Hill, built way back in the eleven hundreds as
a tribute to an ancient god of war and destruction, only to be used
as a shooting range. For archers. The ruining of such a divine building
with several holy figures forever frozen as statues built on top of the hill,
led to the god's wrath upon the small mountain of Basalt to eternally be inhabited
by ghosts and phantoms of all kinds. Now we begin with a tiny and
rather plump man fashioning an old tunic that squeezed him due to his large bath.
However, it still comforted him through cold, glum nights such as this
one. He was riding on horseback, accompanied by only the ride named Daydreamer
for its ability to fall asleep during the day and stay wide awake at night,
and the man's name was first of his family, Philip Douglas. In
spite of the depressed midnight sky, he was filled with much joy as he
had just left his parchment requesting a job at the church. Tomorrow, the
chance would be over as they would stop collecting the applications. On his way
home, Philip decided to stop at the Stone Hill forgetting about the mystical stories
of specters roaming on cold, foggy nights that so often spooped him. Reaching
into his pocket to draw across he saw light. Strange light it was,
for it wasn't even moonlight. It was red. He thought nothing of it
because he most likely passed it on as a sign from the god to whom
he was praying, which just happened to be the God of merciful spirits,
who was a foe of the god who owned this hill. After praying,
he got back on his steed to ride home. However, just as he
took the reins, he heard a thunderous boom that sounded as if a hundred
stones of obsidian suddenly collided with the speed of lightning, and again the monstrous
sound repeated in the same manner. Philip looked behind himself to see a giant
humanoid figure that dwarfed even the largest of the already large stone houses. Then
the absurd giant locked eyes with the man, now shivering with the sudden cold
of the spirit's presence and fear. The behemoth led out an ear piercing screech,
raking the ground and almost shattering Philip's ear drums. Then it started a
chase upon Philip, who in return kicked his horse once in the side,
which sent it dashing through the cold night, missed leaving tracks of mud behind
it. Philip took a better look at the specter and realized that it was
transparent and had a strange symbol on its torso it was the symbol of the
war God. He looked up at the beast's head and saw two glowing white
eyes that seemed to speak to him and threats that he had not yet heard.
Then he started to slow down. He looked at Daydreamer, who seemed
like he was being forced to stop instead of slowing as the result of becoming
tired or hurting themselves. Then the ginormous shadow reached down and picked up the
terribly afraid Philip, who was hoping it was just a dream. Unfortunately for
him, it wasn't. The creature stared at him with its eyes tearing into
his soul, seemingly ripping it straight out of his body. The giant's eyes
turned as red as the blood that ran through Philip's body at that very moment.
The next day, Philip was given the job. However, when it
was time to show up, he didn't and the priests assumed he was sick.
The third time Philip didn't show up for the job, he so desperately
wanted the priest grew worried and decided to check on Philip. However, he
could not find him anywhere. That was until he found daydreamer feeding on some
grass near the cursed Hill of Stone, where the kingdom's bishop had said they
had last seen the man. The priest then searched the hill and found something
a rounded body of stone wearing a stone tunic to match. Further inspection of
the hill found the head of none other than Philip Douglas, frozen in stone.
Now it is said that the God of War had taken his life for
trespassing on his sacred mountain of rock. Others say it's because he didn't give
an offering before entering. However, one idea everyone shared was to never go
near the ancient Hill of Stone. The consensus was that you could upset a
god that you definitely wouldn't want to upset. This is fairly special listener Terrors
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