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 for tonights micro terror. The Doctor is In by
Scott Donnelly. I awoke suddenly to something cold and metallic touching my chest.
I gasped and sat up. When my eyes suggested I saw the doctor.
She pulled the metallic bell part of her stethoscope away from the top of my
chest and let the neck line of my shirts rise back up. What's going
on here, I asked her. Sh The doctor whispered, You've been hurt.
That's funny. I thought, I didn't remember getting hurt. How I
asked? The doctor smiled at me. Her smile was small, but her
dimples were big. It was a familiar smile, a comforting one, but
behind it I knew there was more to disappointment than met the eye. I
looked around briefly realizing I was in an enclosed room. Most of the lights
were off and only a slit of daylight was coming through the window blinds.
I'm going to have to run some tests, the doctor said, disappointment won't
be quick. I continued to lay there as the doctor revealed a medical bag.
As she dug through its contents, I tried to feel my body,
trying to detect any pain or injuries, but for some reason I couldn't.
All I felt was tired. Have you been getting enough exercise? The doctor
calmly asked me as she extracted a small scope from her bag, Yes,
ma'am, I responded, as she used the scope to look into each of
my ears. Have you been eating well? She then asked me, using
the same scope to look into my nose. Yes, I said, well,
I mean I enjoy the occasional cheeseburger. Do you use extra cheese,
sir? The doctor asked me, using the same scope to then look into
my mouth. Did she not care about stairzation? What kind of a doctor's
appointment was this? I pulled my face away from the scope. Yes,
I admitted, I used extra cheese. The doctor smiled, well, that
would explain a lot. Then I was confused. She was just staring at
me with a strange yet pretty smile. WHA, what is my consumption of
extra cheese? Explain? It would explain all the spider boils on your leg
My stomach sank spider boils, I exclaimed. I sat up and ripped the
sheets off my lower half. Up and down my legs were dozens of pulsating
boils within their fleshy, bubbly confines. I could see dark things swishing about.
There are spiders in those Oh, yes, the doctor said, And
if I were to pop them, the spiders would all come out. But
if I did that, they'd probably get into the walls and electrical outlets and
our power would go out. Oh, I said. I let myself fall
back to a lying down position. Extra cheese caused this, I asked the
doctor, Confused and growing uneasy with disappointment. The more and more I tried
to remember, I couldn't think of how I even ended up here. Last
I knew I was at work, came home, tried rest, and now,
oh, and we'll probably have to surgically remove the alien hearts we put
in you. The doctor so casually interrupted, what alien heart, I asked,
when you first came in, She said, you were scheduled for surgery,
but one of our other doctors put an alien heart in you by mistake,
what I exclaimed, I tried to set up again. I need to
leave, I said, I can't be here anymore. I don't know what's
going on. This all has to be a bad or something. I'm so
sorry. You can't leave. The doctor said, you won't be able to
without these. She held up a pair of shoes. My shoes, I
asked, I don't need those. I'll just walk out of this nightmare appointment
barefoot. The doctor laughed at me. Well, that's gonna be a problem,
because your feet are still in these shoes. What I screamed, throwing
your sheets off my spider boil covered legs. They ended at my ankles,
withering away to just wilty strands of skin. My feet were gone. I
looked back up at the doctor. As professional as she acted and as innocent
as she looked, this woman was absolutely nuts, balkers. We can put
your feet back on if you'd like, the doctor added, but it's not
gonna be cheap. We're talking about a multi billion dollar surgery here. And
I'll need the cash up front. I became loud and unruly with her.
Let me go, Oh, I need to help someone. This doctor is
crazy. Just then, the door to the doctor's office burst open with energy
and ferocity. In the doorway, a futuristic soldier posed in the shadows,
wearing heavy armor, a helmet with a visor, and wielding a gigantic neon
colored laser cannon. Did someone say, the crazy, smelly doctor must perish?
The soldier growled, Then, without warning or even waiting for an answer,
he opened fire, shooting lasers every which way into the room. I
covered my head, but all I could hear were the heavy laser blasts and
the screaming of the soldier and doctor at each other. The lasers did stop,
but the screaming continued. It sounded more like arguing, like siblings bickering.
I uncovered my head just as the light in the room was switched on.
Then I knew things had gotten out of hand. My wife stood in
the doorway, shouting at the kids to stop fighting with each other. I
climbed out of bed and joined her side. Guys, I shouted loud enough
to catch their attention. My six year old daughter dressed in her white doctor's
costume, wearing plastic glasses and a toy stethoscope around her neck, stood in
the middle of our bedroom. My eight year old son, dressed in his
science fiction soldier Halloween costume and holding a brightly colored laser tagged gun, stood
next to her. Both of them faced my wife and I. What's with
all the arguing, I asked, she got to play with you enough.
My son complained, it's my turn. I wasn't done. My daughter whined
to my wife and I. We were in the middle of a doctor's appointment,
and he just came in and started shooting lasers everywhere. As a second
argument began, my wife was the one to shut it down immediately. No
one was supposed to be playing with dad, She said. He worked an
overnight shift last night and was trying to get some sleep. I already told
you guys to wait until he wakes up to play with him. The kids
just stood there, now, ashamed that they'd woken me. Sorry, Dad,
they both said. I just smiled as I looked at them, dressed
up and immersed within play scenarios that required their minds to be creative and energetic.
In the modern times. It was almost like a lost art amongst children.
It's fine, I said, turning to my wife. As a matter
of fact, I'm without feet, infected with spider and alien organs, and
the only two people in the world who can save me are this doctor and
this soldier. The kids were ecstatic and bounced around the room with excitement.
My wife just smiled and left the room. Dad quick, my daughter yelled,
get back on the bed. We need to get your feet attached.
The aliens are going to be back to harvest your organs any minute, what
I exclaim, popping back into the bed. Don't worry, I'll hold them
off, my son snarled as he opened a barrage of laser cannon blasts out
into the hallway. Thank you for listening to micro Terrors. Join us each
Saturday for another scary story. For more fun, visit our website at microterrors
dot com, where we will also have spooky games you can print out and
play like wicked word searches, mysterious mazes, and more. Microterrors dot com
is also where you can find us on your favorite social media and even send
in your own scary story for us to tell. Plus, you'll learn more
about our author, Scott Donnelly, who has other horrors for both young and
old. I hope you'll join me again soon for micro Terrors Scary Stories for Kids