Speaker 1: 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. Hey, micro Terrors listeners. Before
we get into today's story, I want to let you
know that we are going to take a few weeks
off for a vacation, but we're going to be back
the first Saturday in September with brand new episodes of
micro Terrors, and you'll want to pay very special attention
to this episode that you're about to hear because our
first episode in September will be a Bump in the
Night sequel. So listen, carefully, share this episode with your friends,
and then come back in September for the next part
of the story. Bump in the Night. The whole thing
started out as a revenge prank on Christopher Carver, but
it wasn't the kind of prank you'd normally see something
set it apart from the others. Instead of a kid
who was seen by most as puny and fragile, nerdy
and shy, Christopher Carver was on the opposite side of
the spectrum. He was a bully, an arrogant tormentor who
picked on and made fun of many kids at Grace
Hollow Middle School. It was refreshing to see the intimidator
become the intimidated for once. Although his already aggressive nature
was bound to come back into play eventually. I knew that,
and I'm sure the other kids knew that too. They
were able to tease and trick Christopher Carver into meeting
the it girl, Amelia Adams at the Grace Hollow Pumpkin Patch.
Amelia left a note tom Christopher's locker telling him to
meet her after hours at ten pm sharp at the
center of the corn Maze attraction. Christopher, as ignorant and
cocky as he was, wasn't going to pass up the
opportunity to get some loon time with Amelia. The fact
that she wanted to meet in the corn mail after
the Pumpkin Patch was closed didn't even strike him as odd.
That night, Christopher snuck out of his house a little
after nine, clad in black clothing to blend in with
the night and not get caught, and walked the two
or three miles to the Grace Hollow pumpkin patch. Slipping
through the gates, he made his way to the corn
maze and with the help of his flashlight, began to
journey through it. After getting turned around and lost a
couple of times, he finally made it to the center
of the maze, but all he saw was a wooden
post standing straight up from a small patch of recently
disturbed dirt. Amelia wasn't there, and as it turned out,
Amelia was never even supposed to be there. It was
the band of kids, two boys and two girls that
Christopher Carver picked on and teased on a daily basis.
It was them who drew Carver out into the middle
of the cold, dark corn maize. Pouncing out from the
dead and dry stalks of corn, the four kids wrestled
Carver to the ground, wrapped his head in a black hood,
tied him up, and strung him to the post like
he was a human scarecrow. Carver called out into the
night for help for Amelia, but the four kids had
all scurried away and left Carver hanging in the middle
of the corn maze, paying for his wrongdoings. The next morning,
when Carver never showed up for school, one of the
four kids responsible for the prank, Mia Martin, grew a
guilty conscience. She reported what she and the others had done,
and soon after police were sent to the Grace Hollow
pumpkin Patch. But when the corn maze was searched, Christopher
Carver was nowhere to be found. He'd completely disappeared, and
it was the general consensus that, embarrassed by what had
happened to him, he ran away from the sleepy town
of Grace Hollow forever. It's now been ten years to
the day since that cold and dark autumn night when
Christopher Carver disappeared. The town of Grace Hollow, as much
as they have tried to move on, is still haunted
by the mysterious disappearance. The pumpkin patch has become a
staple in the community during the fall months, attracting residents
of Grace Hollow to come and enjoy all sorts of
fall themed family fund. Mia Martin, now almost graduated from college,
works at the farm where the pumpkin Patch is. She
has had a hard time forgiving herself for what she
and the three others had done. So as a form
of self punishment, she chose to work at the farm,
forcing herself to remember every single day what she had
done ten years ago. The other three kids, all of
whom are still in college, chose to come to the
Grease Hollow Pumpkin Patch on this particular night to silently
own up and face their responsibility for Carver's tragic disappearance.
In the ten years that passed, there hasn't met a
single sign of Carver. Some people thought spirits on the
land claimed him. Some thought he may have left the country.
There was one theory about how he may have gotten
plastic surgery and was now hiding in plain sight around town,
watching everyone. The truth was, no one really knew what
happened to him. When the Grease Hollow Pumpkin Patch closed
for the night, Nia asked the others to stay behind
with her before she closed the gates. Lucas Lockhart, Henry Horn,
and Naomi Nettles all stayed behind and joined me at
the center of the corn maze to silently accept what
they had done. In an attempt to move on with
their lives. The autumn moon grew big and bright in
the chilly night sky, and the dead stalks of corn
around them rustled. Then the air fell still, and an
unnerving sense of dread crept in, killing all four of
them with a stinging fear. A haunting whisper from the cornfield.
Speaker 2: Hissed a million. Suddenly, without warning, the stalks parted, and
a figure clad in black clothing exploded out from behind them.
On his head was a black hood in which two
angry red eyes burned through. In his hands was an
old farmer's scythe that he swung wildly at the group.
Carver was back. He swung his sight at them, releasing
ten years of pent up rage. He connected with Lucas
Lockhart for painting everything around them a dripping crimson color.
The three other teens screamed loudly and scattered from the
center of the maze. My jaw dropped and I covered
my mouth, holding back a bone shilling scream of my own.
Carver disappeared back into the cornfield, emerging moments later near
an old barn where Naomi Nettles had taken refuge, but
she couldn't keep her panicked breaths quiet enough. Carver crashed
through the barn door and swung his scythe until Naomi
was gone. I gasped at the mutilation and turned my head,
but I couldn't escape Carver's wrath either. I was certain
he was coming for me. Next, I closed my eyes,
hoping somehow that would shield me from his impending attack,
and for a moment it worked. He spotted Henry Horn next,
trying to run for the gates of the farm. If
he could just get to the main road, he could
attempt to wave down any passing cars. But just as
he reached the gates, he was grabbed by the scruff
of his neck. Carver lifted him into the air, his
glowing red eyes burning into Henry's until they dropped out
of his skull. Mia ran as fast as she could
for her car. She fumbled the keys from her pocket,
climbed in, and failed repeatedly to connect them with the ignition.
When she finally did, the car refused to start. No,
I exhaled, feeling defeated along with her. If she couldn't
make it, how was I supposed to feel safe? Mia
screamed at the car, and finally it turned over. The
engine roared and she threw it into drive, but before
she could hit the gas pedal, two red eyes ignited
in the back seat. Mia screamed, noticing them in her
rearview mirror, and that's all I could take. I jumped
up and ran as fast as I could, praying Carver
wasn't right on my tail, praying Mia was okay. I
ran to my room, jumped in bed, and threw the
comforter over my head. I shook in fear, hoping Carver
wouldn't have been able to track me here. I breathed heavily,
catching my breath. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed.
If he were to track me down, there was no
way I'd be able to creek. The floor in my
room buckled beneath someone's creeping footsteps. I held my breath,
refusing to give away my position. Like Naomi Nettles had,
it didn't end well for her. The footsteps got closer,
more pronounced. Then someone grabbed the comforter and whipped it off.
I screamed, ssh. My dad whispered, with one finger to
his lips. He flipped on a lamp and sat down
on the edge of my bed, Shaking with fear. I
struggled to sit up. It's late, you're going to wake
your mother, he added quietly. My breathing started to calm.
I looked at my dad, who had a strange look
on his face. In his hand, he held up DVD case.
The cover showed a haunting figure and a black hood
with red eyes inside of it. The dripping text at
the bottom of the case said, bump in the night.
Were you watching this downstairs just now? My dad sternly asked, ashamed.
I nodded. How many times have I told you you're
not old enough to watch these movies? Yet? I lowered
my head. I'm sorry. My dad sighed and tossed the
DVD case onto my nightstand. Then he smirked. I was
like you, and I was a little curious about these movies.
I love them now, but they gave me nightmares when
I was your age. You'll probably have nightmares too, and
maybe that will be punishment enough for going against what
I said. My dad stood up and turned the light
back off. Sweet dreams, he said, sarcastically. He closed the
door and went back to bed. I thought again about
what my dad said, maybe I was too young for
these movies. What I saw was pretty intense. I made
a decision. I'd wait until I was older before I
immersed myself in all these horror movies that seemed so
appealing to me. I'd wait until I was a little
more mature, a little more ready. However, as intense as
it was, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I felt something,
a blossoming intrigue for these films. From under my pillow,
I pulled another DVD case out from hiding. Carver was
front and center. His farmer's scythe was dripping with red,
hovering over a new crop of victims. I didn't see
Mia there, leaving her fade a mystery for now. I
could wait until I was older. But bump in the
night too, Carver's revenge was calling my name. I wondered
how long it would take for my dad to fall
back to sleep. Remember we'll be back with new episodes
the first Saturday in September, and our first story is
a sequel to the story you just heard. So share
this episode with your friends, tell them about micro terrors,
and we'll see you again in September for new episodes.
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