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 Weaverton Tunnel. Jeremy rode his
bike on the same route day in and day out, every day of school.
Living only a couple of blocks from Weaverton Elementary School, it didn't make
sense for him to take a bus or to have his parents waste the gas
on driving him. Jeremy liked the exercise anyway. He liked the fresh air
blowing against his face, and now as November reared its dreary head, he
was soaking up every last bit of the autumn breeze. The comfortable coolness was
mere weeks away from being replaced by frigid air and icy stings. Realistically,
he knew he couldn't ride during the winter and would have been forced to hit
a ride from his parents but until then he'd continue to ride his bike until
nature said no more until spring. Digging the exact same route every day,
he became very familiar with the ins and outs of it. He knew Ravioli,
the yapping Chihuahua, the corner of Jefferson and Maine. He knew mister
Lanier, the mail carrier who was usually walking to his last stop or two
as Jeremy rode home in the afternoon. He also knew the sewer tunnel that
was embedded into a hill that stretched over the Weaverton Landfill. It was a
dark tunnel, of course, rumored to be haunted, with the outside walls
of it as well as its horseshoe shaped concrete entrance plastered with graffiti. But
something stuck out as different to him on this particular ride home from school.
At first, Jeremy thought it was a baby, but as he rode past,
he didn't see it move. The next day, it was still there,
propped up against the outside of the entrance of the tunnel. Jeremy stopped
his bike and stared at it. He didn't move, and the longer he
looked at it, the more obvious it was that it was a baby.
Doll plastic perhaps, and naked. Its eyes were painted on, giving it
a very eerie glare. Jeremy shrugged it off as just some neighborhood kid having
lost their toy, and continued on home. The following day, the doll
was still there. Jeremy stopped his bike again and even contemplated walking over and
picking the doll up, but decided against it. Something about the dark tunnel
behind the doll was unnerving. Ghost Stories surrounded the tunnel at its confusing history,
and Jeremy was sure that was playing into his fhear. The tunnel was
clearly abandoned, but no one in Weaverton really even seemed to know what it
had originally been used for. The best guesses were just that it was used
as a transportation tunnel for the landfill. Jeremy climbed back onto his bike and
tried his best to shake the ships that had invaded his body. A mutual
mix of fear and bitter cold. The clouds above him started to flow over
the town, fast, turning gray and threatening an early snow for the year.
Jeremy pedaled home as quickly as he could. The next day, after
school, Jeremy was on his way home. When he passed by the Weaverton
Tunnel, flurries were dancing in the air, becoming heavier. A news report
he'd heard before he left his house that morning mentioned a possible one to two
inches of snow after sunset. Jeremy assumed this would be the last day he'd
be able to ride his bike to and from school for the year. He
stopped a few yards away from the tunnel entrance. The baby doll still sat
there. However, this time it looked a little different. There was a
red ribbon tied to its head, forming a bow on top, like it
was a Christmas present. Jeremy let his bike the ground and tightened the scarf
around his neck. Looking around, he didn't see anyone else. Mister Lanier
was either done with his route for the day or running way behind schedule.
There wasn't a single bark or whine from Ravioli, who was just around the
corner either. The world around Jeremy was silent, and aside from the falling
snowflakes, it was still Why does it have a bow? Jeremy thought to
himself. No longer did he think it was a child's lost toy, and
no longer did he think it was abandoned there? Someone had clearly tended to
it. Jeremy sighed loudly, watching his breath escape through his chattering teeth.
I know I'm gonna regret this, he said out loud to himself. He
dropped his backpack next to his bike and made his way into the grass.
He took slow steps, cautious steps. He kept an eye on his surroundings,
thinking maybe this was a prank and someone was setting him up to humiliate
him on some kind of hidden camera show. As Jeremy got closer, he
stopped and looked into the inky blackness that filled Weaverton Tunnel. It was impenetrable
with the naked eye. Only a light would allow access to whatever hid behind
its veil of darkness. Jeremy took his phone out of his coat pocket,
but just before he could press the flashlight button, the baby doll fell to
its side. Jeremy gasped. He stopped where he was and let his eyes
just linger on the doll. Why did it fall over, he thought,
Why, after all these days, did it move now? When I decided
to move closer. Jeremy waited for it to move again, but it just
lay there on its side, beginning to collect snow. A few quiet and
motionless moments later, he took another couple of steps towards it. The baby
doll moved again. It shifted on its side, spinning halfway around, and
then stopped. Jeremy stopped as well, his heart now racing furiously. The
baby doll then shot back into the darkness of the Weaverton tunnel like a bullet.
Jeremy's heart fluttered, and he lifted his phone and hit the button to
turn on the flashlight. The shallowest portion of the dark tunnel was brought to
life, and within this light he caught the faintest shimmer of something string clear
when wispy, like a fishing line was attached to the doll, but where
someone would have held on to the other end was just empty darkness. The
end of the fishing line dropped to the ground from where it had been suspended
in mid air and rested on the ground next to the doll. The faint
sound of a baby's laughter emanated from deep within the darkness, sending a new
layer of chills rippling through Jeremy's body. He turned and ran back to his
bike, climbed on and pedaled as hard as he could. Eerie thoughts plagued
his mind during the cold winter months. What was in the Weaverton Tunnel?
Who was in there? Was it a trap? An attempt to lure him
in by some kind of unseen entity. All Jeremy knew for sure was that
once the weather broke and the ground thought, you might just have to find
a new route to school. 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.