This is a special Listener Terrors episode. The stories sent in by you are
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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 Zombified written by Wren age six.
A boy was a school. He had to go to the bathroom,
so he raised his hand and his teacher said he could go. He made
his way down the hall to the boy's room. He looked in the mirror,
but his reflection wasn't there. Staring back at him was a zombie.
Its skin was gray, his features appeared to be vine like. Its eyes
were a shade of yellow and red. But the scariest bit about it was
that it looked like the boy, But it also didn't look like the boy,
because the boy wasn't a zombie. He washed his hands and went back
to his classroom, but when he got there, no one was in the
room. The boy walked down the hall, but no one was around.
He looked in the room next door, but no one was there either.
Nobody was in the whole school. The boy looked out the window and he
saw something towering over the houses. The towering figure looked just like the boy's
reflection. It had grayish vine like skin and yellow red eyes. But this
was a massive zombie, taller than the telephone poles. The figure looked toward
the school, and the boy noticed the giant figure had no pupils. It
walked toward the boy slowly, step by step by step. The boy woke
up. It was just a nightmare. Wow, he was relieved. He
got out of bed, looked out the window, and there the figure was
towering over the town. It looked just like the one in the boy's nightmare.
The figure turned his head, looked toward the boy, and smiled.
The dream written by Ibraham but age eleven. Once about a time, Buzz
was watching a scary movie, Ghost of Tibia. Buzz Buzz Buzz. His
mom said, stop watching those scary movies. You know those movies give you
nightmares. Come on, mom, I'm thirteen. I'm not scared of anything.
Well let's see, last time you watched them, you ended up getting
scared and came into my bedroom and sleeping with Okay, Buzz interrupted, don't
repeat that, especially not around my friend. Okay, Mom, can you
just go away please, because I'm trying to enjoy this movie with my friend
when you're enjoying shopping. I don't interrupt you, so please, Mom.
Fine, His mom said, just remember that I warned you after the movie.
Buzz said bye John as he closed the front door behind him. Bedtime.
His mom said yeah, yeah, Buzz said as he went to his
bedroom. Wow, the ghost is gonna get me, I mean, get
real. Buzz mocked his mother's warnings from earlier. Buzz suddenly woke up.
Good morning, said Buzz to himself. He looked outside from the window.
Wow, it's dark, really dark. Wait, let me just go outside
and make sure, Buzz thought. The stairs started creaking while Buzz went down
them. Just got to make sure mom didn't wig me up. Buzz tippy
toad down the stairs, opened the front door a creek. The door opened
right in front of him. Was a light that shined in but it was
coming from within a deep dark forest. Buzz started walking toward it, but
when he thought he was getting closer to the light, it kept getting further
away. Then it suddenly disappeared into thin air. Well, Buzz said,
let's go back. Suddenly he saw his house door close. Huh, Buzz
said, and then he felt a hairy hand grab him by the shoulder.
He turned around and saw a six foot ten hairy guy with big feet and
big hands. A Buzz screamed, this is your worst nightmare, the monster
said in a deep voice. Suddenly a tree branch fell behind him. He
got distracted and let Buzz go. Buzz ran toward a bush and jumped in
it, hooping. The monster didn't see him that. He suddenly got dropped
into a deep pit that looked like a portal. Buzz woke up. Buzz,
Buzz, wake up. He woke up and said, Mom, Mom,
you were right. I know, his mom said in the monster's deep
voice. Buzz pushed the monster off the bed and ran outside. He had
nowhere to go, so his only choice was the deep dark forest. He
ran into the forest with branches hitting his face, but that he tripped on
a rock and fell in a bush. The last thing he saw was a
deep, dark hole that he fell into. Good Morning, Buzz's mom said.
She went into Buzz's room and saw that Buzz was crying. She said,
Buzz, are you okay? He said yes in the monster's deep voice.
Then Buzz stood up to be a six foot ten Harry monster and hate
her. The Crampus written by Hamden but age thirteen. Once upon a time
there was a boy named Brandon who hated Christmas. Every time the clock struck
December twenty fifth, he would wake up furious and only settle down if he
got the things he asked for. These things were out of his family budget.
Last Christmas, he asked for a costly console. He said, Mom,
you'd better have got me the Gabe please seven, or else I'll tell
everyone that you're not a good mother. His mom replied, Brandon, I
that's you know. I can't afford that yet. My three jobs barely pay
the rent. Maybe this year you should be appreciative of what Santa got you.
Mom, says Brandon. I'm going to call everyone and tell them how
bad of a mother you are. But you could change that if you get
me what I asked for. Brandon opens his presence to see elf sucks.
Sucks. Elf sucks, says Brandon. He's furious. He throws them at
his mom's face and leaves the room. His mom sighs. This Christmas when
he woke up just as furious as every Christmas. He trots down the stairs
heavily thumb thumb thumb, but he sees no one. He only sees one
present under the Christmas tree. The present is in fully black wrapping paper with
a yellow sticky note attached on the top saying, Hey, Brandon, I
needed to leave early today. Enjoy your present. It's what you wanted.
XO XO, signed mom. Brandon says, wow, Mom can't even a
ford festive wrapping paper, he laughs. He opens it to see an all
black box. He can't see inside it. He's confused, but then a
blue hand jumps out of the box to grab his face. Brandon screams at
the top of his lungso but no one can hear him. He then manages
to escape the mysterious blue hands grasp and falls on the floor terrified. The
blue hand grabs one side of the box as another blue hand grabs the other.
Then he sees two big red eyes rise up from the box, then
a six foot seven blue figure with a long red tongue, nails sharper than
any knife, and a big black bag on his back. Brandon stutters the
words who are you? The mysterious blue creature replies your nightmare, and then
it laughs menacingly and walks over to Brandon while laughing. Brandon tries to back
away, but the monster grabs Brandon's leg, dragging him towards it. Brandon
screams. The monster holds him upside down as Brandon punches it in the face.
The monster doesn't even flinch. It opens its mouth then wraps its tongue
around Brandon's neck. Brandon tries to breathe, but he's unable to. The
monster opens his eyes to reveal them as red and glowing. Brandon turns pale
white, and the monster then says, I just love the smell of fear,
while cramming the boy into his big black bag. Then he eats the
cookies that were meant for Santa and gulps down the milk. He leaves an
all black card with the letter K in red and sets it next to where
the cookies and milk were. The monster then crawls back into the present,
closing the lid over top while saying Merry Christmas. Brandon's mom wakes up and
goes up to his room to see a clone of Brandon who is a better
person. Brandon's clone says, I do what at present? Bob? I
just want to celebrate Christmas with you? His mom says, who are you?
And where is my son? They laugh it off together and enjoy Christmas.
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