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 Mannix The Mutants Leprechaun by Scott Donnelly.
In the green forest that surrounded a little Irish town known as douland Sale,
there lived a small group of mischievous but friendly leprechauns. These leprechauns were
known for their love of pranks and their ability to impress the locals with magic
wants thought to exist only in fairy tales. Children from all around Doulan Sale
adored the leprechauns and were always eagerly awaiting their next bout of playful surprises and
tricks. One spring evening, as the sun sank over the North Atlantic and
the fireflies began their nighttime flitters, a group of doolan Sale's children gathered near
the edge of the green forest on the outskirts of town. They were determined
to catch a glimpse of the mischievous leprechauns in action. Saint Patrick's Day was
only a day away, and rumors were swirling that the leper Khons were planning
one of their biggest pranks yet. That intrigued the children, and they wanted
to get a first hand look at what the mischievous little beings were up to.
The children all quietly tiptoed through the green forest, only using the glow
of the fireflies as their source of direction. They kept their eyes wide and
their attention primed. They didn't want to scare the leprechauns or give away their
own mischievous slinking. If they were caught, the leprechauns might get spooped and
refuse to unleash their most epic prank. Yet, suddenly, the children found
themselves entering a hidden glen. It was unlike anything they had ever seen in
real life, once again something they'd only seen or read about in fairy tales
or mythology. The glen was bathed in a green ethereal glow, and the
air was stick with a sense of enchantment and magic. Old Irish music was
playing from somewhere nearby, and along with it jolly's singing and banter from the
leprechauns. They're here, one of the children whispered to the group, a
large smile on his face. But just as quickly as they had discovered the
hidden glen, the music, the singing, the banter and laughter from the
leprechauns, it all went away. The forest went silent, not a hoot
from an owl or a chirp from a cricket, Then silhouetted by the green
glow of the glen, the children watched as the leprechauns dashed and darted through
the trees. A few of them hopped out of the shadows and presented themselves
to the children, mischievous glints in their eyes, and dressed to the nines
in their green suede suits and shimmering top hats. Balla less one of the
leprechauns said in a small, high pitched voice, feeling as if the leprechauns
were inviting them to see or perhaps even join them in the planning of their
epic Saint Patrick's Day prank. The children all followed through the green forest.
The leprechauns led the children deeper, their tiny feet barely micking a sound on
the soft moss covered ground. However, the deeper they ventured, the green
forest took on a more unsettling identity. The trees appeared taller and more daunting.
They loomed and arched over the children, casting eerie shadows across the forest
floor. The air felt thinner colder. The children shivered, but even though
their hearts were pounding a little faster, they still trusted the leprechauns that had
always brought so much joy and spirit to Duelin Sale. The children continued to
follow their tiny leaders. Finally they reached a clearing, another enchanting glen,
where a flickering bonfire in its center illuminated the night sky. The leprechauns instructed
the children to remain at the tree line, and then proceeded to all form
a circle around the fire, their tiny forms silhouetted against the wild, high
reaching flames. One of the leprechauns, a plump little man with a red
beard who the children had come to know as Biddy Fergus, turned and faced
the children as the rest of them began to hum soft haunting notes. Biddy
Fergus began to tell a tale that sent chills down the children's spines. Long
ago, Biddy began, in the old times of the leprechauns, our kind
were not always as friendly as we are today. Long ago, in those
old times, a particularly mischievous leprechaun named Mannix had stolen a powerful magical artifact
from East Cobbshire, which is now known as Doolin Sale. It was said
that anyone who possessed the artifact would gain unbelievable powers, but they would come
at a great cost. Mannix would forever have to roam the green forest as
a mutant leprechaun. The children listened with bated breath, their eyes as wide
as saucers, their hearts pounding in rhythm to the haunting of the leprechauns.
Biddy continued the story. Once every century, us leprechauns have a truce to
fulfill. We must feed Mannix. In return, he allows us to remain
in the green forest. He allows us to fraternize with the Duel and Sale
locals. He allows us to be free. But as you know, everything
comes at a cost. The children all gulped. Tonight, Biddy said,
we shall honor our truce with Mannix. Tonight, Mannix shall dine on you.
Suddenly, surging out from the trees behind the children, a leprechaun with
a horribly deformed face appeared. He leaped over the children, landing in front
of them, and then spinning around to face them all. He crouched slightly,
his arms extended out to either side of him, and growled, feed
me. The children all screamed and tried to frantically flee from the glen,
but they stumbled and tripped, bumped into one another, and at lost all
sense of direction. Even if they ran back into the woods, they would
have no way of knowing how to get home. But then their screams were
interrupted, not by the hungry growls of Mannix, the mutant leprechaun, but
by the laughter of all the leprechauns. The children all stopped screaming, and
wherever they were turned to face the little men, Mannix was doubled over,
laughing uncontrollably. He pulled off his face, which turned out to be a
mask, and tossed it to the ground. Biddy, catching his breath from
a hearty belly laugh approached the children. Oh wow, you Doulan Saliens never
ceased to amaze me. You fall for everything. When he was finally able
to speak without crying tears of laughter, Biddy continued, so what do you
all think? We're planning to unleash a legend of Mannix, the mutant Leprechaun
upon Dulan Sale for Saint Patrick's Day tomorrow. Think we can prank the entire
time? The children rejoiced. They were relieved and thankful that the leprechauns had
not turned dark on them. It had all been just a prelude to a
prank, and if it went over half as well on St. Patrick's Day
as it had in their green Forest dress rehearsal, then the children of Duelin
Sale had no doubts that this would be the Leprechaun's most successful prank yet.
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
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you can find us on your favorite social media and even sending 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