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your scary story. 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
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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 Fort to Knights micro Terror Crypt of
the Castle Creeps by Scott Donnelly. Come on, Benjamin cried out,
don't be such a scaredy cat, Liam, Benjamin's friend, an
accused scaredy cat, was hesitant, and with good reason.
Speaker 2: They were about to trespass on the infamous plot of
land where Goldfield manor a large gothic castle loomed over
the valley like a hungry owl stalking its next prey.
I'm not as security cat, I'm just trying to follow
the law. Liam said. Trespassing is a crime, Yeah, trespassing
on property where someone lives. Benjamin said, Goldfield Manner hasn't
been occupied since the nineteen fifties. Can't you kill by
the rusty gates, the overgrown weeds and the dilapidated structure. No,
I could see all of that just fine. Liam said,
those are also all kinds of reasons not to go
with there. I mean, what about the Liam stopped himself
before he spilled the beans on why he didn't want
to cross the threshold, even though it was an obvious reason.
He didn't want it out in the open that he
truly was afraid. But Benjamin had already figured the ghosts.
Benjamin laughed, those are all just store. There are no
ghosts in Goldfield Manner. The ghosts don't exist, trust me.
Liam swallowed his words. There was no use arguing with
Benjamin when he had made his mind up about something,
There was no changing it. Liam was better off just
tagging along, getting their little excursion done and over with
and then going home to his warm bed. As the
moon crossed over the sky, casting an amber glow down
upon Goldfield Manor. Benjamin made his move and Liam quickly
scuttled up behind him. Through the rusted gates and sea
of wavy overgrowth, the boys ended up at the crooked staircase.
They climbed up to a large wooden door at the
front of the manor. The police had been abandoned for
over seventy years, with its last known occupants, Lauren and
Lizzie Goldfield, having vanished without a trace in the nineteen fifties.
The house was searched, as was the entire plot of
land their mammoth home sat on, but no sign of
it was ever found. The city decided to condemn the
house and let it rot where it stood, letting nature
reclaim it. That's when the horror stories began to spread.
Rumors of ghosts and goblins lurking within Goldfield Manner spread
like wildfire. Local thrill seekers saw it as a challenge trespass,
search for ghosts, and get out before they either become
possessed by evil or caught by a passing police car.
Benjamin shimmy the front door open with a crowbar he
had brought and then pushed it open. The door creaked
so loudly that Liam feared anyone within a mile of
the manner would hear them breaking In coime on, Benjamin
urged his friend, each of them armed with a flashlight.
The boys crept into Goldfield manner and began exploring. At first,
there was nothing exciting. Benjamin even sighed in disappointment. The
rooms they walked through were empty, no furniture, no artifacts, nothing.
They explored the upstairs, the downstairs, and finally came to
a door that had a padlock on it. The lock
was seamlessly covered in dust and was still locked. It
was obvious that the door hadn't been accessed in a
long time. Liam crossed his arms and fought off a
cold shiver that ignited within its body. Looks like, no,
what's explored? What's behind door number one? Benjamin quipped. Until now,
just like you did in baseball practice. Benjamin swung the
crowbar repeatedly until the padlock broke apart and fell to
the ground. Liam stepped back. WHOA what are you doing?
He cried? Are you crazy? Benjamin said, I'm not coming
to Goldfield manner and not breaking into the secret locked room.
Speaker 1: Are you crazy?
Speaker 2: Liam shot back. You don't know what's in there. There
could be ghosts, Benjamin laughed. I'm telling you, Liam, there
are no ghosts here. Those are just scary stories meant
to keep us out. Liam didn't respond. He just stood
back and crossed his arms stubbornly. Then go explore on
your own. I'm staying right here, fine, scaredy cat, Benjamin laughed.
He turned his back to his friend and then pushed
the door open. There was nothing but darkness inside. His
flashlight caught the vague glimpse of a downward bound wooden staircase,
but the dark was so overwhelming that it swallowed most
of the light. Benjamin puffed out his chest and stepped
through the doorway. When he reached the bottom of the stairs,
he felt a very noticeable change in temperature. Where the
upstairs was warm and muggy, the crypt he found himself
in was cold and damp. He aimed the light around,
but still couldn't penetrate the darkness. Then suddenly, a fire
burst into existence, bringing the crypt to life. The fire
burned in a steel furnace across the room from him,
and Benjamin was finally able to see his surroundings. The
walls were made from stone, glistening with leaking water. The
ceiling corners all held heavy collections of cobwebs. Laid out
in front of him were six sarcophaguses, each of them
made from flat stone. Benjamin gasped and took a couple
of steps backwards. That's when he heard the noises, groans
and grunts, kisses and shrieks. His presence in the crypt
had awoken something malevolent. Just then, the flat stone tops
on the sarcophagus's cracked and shattered, falling down into their
respective caskets. With dust and grind building up from within them.
Their occupants rose to their feet. All six in unison
opened their mouths to expel haunting noises. Being only shadows
through the rising dust, Benjamin watched as their angry eyes
glowed white hot. Benjamin screamed and dashed back up the stairs,
plowing Liam out of the way. Oh you creep, Liam exclaimed,
what's the big idea here? Benjamin came to a stop
and faced his friend. Quivering in fear, he stumbled over
his words and couldn't form the warning he wanted to
behind Liam, Benjamin saw a pair of white hot eyes
viciously burned through the darkness, followed by another pair and
then another. Soon, twelve bright eyes lurked in the darkness
of the stairwell look out. Benjamin was finally able to scream.
Liam turned around and faced the assembly of glowing eyes
from within the darkness. Twelve deteriorating arms reached out and grabbed,
pulling him in. Benjamin turned and ran for his life
as Liam's screams echoed through the castle. As Benjamin reached
the front door, Liam's screams came to an abrupt stop.
He too, came to stop just before rushing out of
Goldfield manner. He turned around and aimed his light Aside
from a leaky drip somewhere nearby, silence surrounded him. Little Liam.
Benjamin stuttered within the beam of his light. He saw nothing.
Then the bulb flickered and went out, plunging the entire
room into darkness. Benjamin smacked his flashlight, trying to resuscitate it,
but it was no use. Then a chill rippled through
his body. He began to shake and felt an overwhelming
malevolent presence. That's when fourteen white hot eyes ignited all
around him like lighters at a concert. A chorus of
horrible wails, kisses, and shrieks gushed from the blackness, and
Benjamin felt all their decrepit hands reach out and pull
him in. His scream was cut short, but his reign
in the crypt, along with Liam and the six others,
is just beginning. Goldfield Manor stands in a foggy, dead landscape,
looming over the valley like a hungry owl stalking its
next prey, and with two new additions to the crypt,
pray would soon come searching, just like it always did.
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