This is a special listener Terrors episode. The stories sent in by you are
likely terror listeners. Send in your own story at microterrors dot com. 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. Forts of Knights micro Terror. The Living School Bus
by Layla Rowe, age eleven. Young Jenny Brooker was so excited and so
nervous at the same time she was nerve sighted. Jenny was a sixth grader
and it was the first day of middle school. She sprinted down the stairs,
dropped her backpack, and scarfed down her yogurt. Oh there, kiddo,
why are you going so fast, said Jenny's dad. Sorry, Dad,
I'm just so excited and kind of nervous for my first day of middle
school, said Jenny. Okay, her dad said, laughing, you might
want to head out. Your bus is almost here, Jenny Goodbye grabbed her
backpack and walked out the door. She was sitting down at her bus stop
when she saw the bus coming her way. The outside looked scaly and green,
and it was going up and down, almost like it was breathing.
She stared at the bus, scanning it up and down, trying to understand
what she was seeing. As she looked closer, she saw two black circles
that looked like they were meant to be eyes. As the bus pulled up
to her stop, she hesitantly walked up to it, still frightened of the
monstrous look on the outside and worried of what could be on the inside.
As the doors opened, it sounded like someone breathing a sigh of relief,
but bigger and louder. When they opened up all the way, it revealed
a fleshy like interior. Every step that she took was followed by a gross
squishing sound. When she sat down on her seat, it squished her legs,
but neither her shorts could feel the slimy texture of it. Jenny got
a chill up her spine when she laid down because on the ceiling there were
six rib cages each with lungs and a heart inside them. Jenny couldn't believe
what she was seeing and started coming up with reasons for how this was happening.
She ended up settling on the bus driver being a Halloween fanatic. But
then the bus started moving, and when it did, the hearts started beating
and the lungs were moving up and down, and as they did, it
seemed as if the bus did too. Jenny bounced up a little bit for
every breath the bus took. Then the bus driver let go of the wheel
and it started turning on its own. The bus drove them into a secluded
forest area, where the bus driver led all the students outside the bus.
Then the bus driver scanned all of the kids like she was shopping for a
ripe banana. She then grabbed a tall skinny boy and lifted up the front
hood of the bus. When Jenny looked inside the front engine, she saw
a mouth with super sharp teeth. Then the bus driver shoved the tall skinny
boy straight into the creature's mouth. Everybody shuffled back into the bus and continued
with conversation as if nothing happened. When the bus started again, Jenny felt
like it was going faster than before. It was almost like the creature ran
on humans as fuel. The cycle continued over and over again until the end
of the school year. So many children went missing on that bus. The
Bloody Place by Millie and Clair Cruth, age nine. Clementine was in third
grade. She loved horror movies. Her favorite one was called The Bloody Place,
which was a movie about a ghost who haunted a town and slowly slaughtered
everyone who lived there. One night, after she watched her favorite movie,
she went upstairs to get ready for bed. The next morning, she woke
up, got ready for school, and walked her usual route through the woods
to get to school. She came across a young girl also walking along the
path. The girl said to Clementine, are you going to school? Clementine
said yes. The young girl said, I know a shrikecut. If you
go along the path this way, it'll take you straight to the school.
Then the young girl vanished. Clementine thought this was weird, but decided to
take the young girl's advice. She headed to the path, which led her
past a large concrete building. She stopped to check it out, even though
she was worried she'd be late for school. The building was long abandoned,
and it looked like it had been an old factory of some kind. She
had heard about strange sightings deep in the woods. Everyone said strange things lived
there. No one knew what the things were, but there were many stories.
The stories were confusing because people would report seeing creatures in the trees and
then bizarre landscapes. For example, one man had seen a lake full of
blood, but no one could ever find it again. Clementine walked through the
heavy metal doors into the building. She saw many hallways, doors, and
stairwells. There was a small window that showed a clearing in the woods she
had not noticed when she was outside. Then she heard whispering, whispering that
sounded like a bunch of young kids. She turned around, but no one
was there and the whispering had stopped. Clementine decided to walk down the hall
and through two more large metal doors that led out to the clearing. She
heard a scuttling in the trees. When she looked up, there was an
unnatural being sitting in the tree. It had a small head perched on top
of its shoulders. Somehow, ooze was coming out of what would be its
skin. Before she could stop screaming. She woke up. Clementine's mother was
sitting with her on her bed. Her mom said, were you having a
nightmare? I told you not to watch that scary movie again. Clementine said,
you're right, mom, I was dreaming about the ghost in the movie.
She smiled at her mom, and her mom smiled back. Clementine lay
back down in bed, Knowing there was nothing to be afraid of. She
reached out to hold her mother's hand and say good night. Clementine recoiled as
her hand touched something slimy where her mom's hand should have been. She shot
up in bed, squinting into the darkness. Mom, are you okay?
Her mom didn't. Instead, a raspy voice replied, I'm fine. We
are the guardians of the portal to the world of horror movies. Clementine screamed,
who are you? Where is my mom? The strange thing said to
her, I am your mother. Clementine screamed again and tried to run away.
She managed to escape the house and run into the woods. All around
her, she heard the thump, thump, thump of strange things jumping down
from the trees. She ran deeper into the woods, one of the things
lunged at her and she fell to the ground. The young girl she had
seen in the woods that morning or in her dream, appeared as the hideous
creature and bit down on Clementine's neck. When Clementine regained consciousness, she realized
she was inside her favorite horror movie. But the movie was a world of
nightmares that she would never wait up from the end. In the Door of
the Dragon by Sebastian taj Hannock, Age four, Once upon a time me
and Owen went into the woods and we found this treasure. So two dragons
named Tuki Butch and the Dretch the Petch came flying up and bit our eyes
because they wanted the treasure, and it hurt. Then we turned into dragons
and flew around, blowing fire. We took the treasure and shared it with
all the dragons. A special potion in the sky fell into our mouths and
turned us back into kids, and we shared the treasure with all the other
kids. Then we kicked a tree down and it hit the dragons down to
the ground. They fell into the big river. The big river took them
and they bumped into a tree. The dragons were nice to us after that
they never came back ever, ever again. This has been a special listener
Terrors episode with stories sent in by you are likely Terror listeners. Thank you
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