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.
Speaker 2: Between the Corn and Beans by Scott Donnelly. Max watched
the snow fall from the sky through his bedroom window.
It had been falling for hours and accumulating a decent
amount on the grass and roads outside. If this had
only been a school day, Max grumbled to himself, we
would have for sure been canceled. But it wasn't a
school day. It was a Saturday, and by tomorrow morning
the snow was predicted to stop and the sun was
going to come out, shining down temperatures in the mid forties.
The snow that Max was watching fill his yard and
the road in front of his house would be gone
by a Monday morning, and school would be in session
and acting as if none of this ever happened. Dard snow,
Max growled, now, replacing his frustrations of what day it
was with the snow itself. You should have just waited,
You should have just held it in until budday. A
knock on his door brought Max's mom inside the bedroom.
Dinner should be ready pretty soon, she said, would you
like to wash up and come help me finish things up?
What's the point, Max side? We're just gonna have to
go to school on Monday anyways. His mom just stood
there and wasn't sure how to respond to her son's gloomy,
nonsensical response. I can always have your sister help me instead,
and she can get the allowance credit. She said, no,
I'll do it. Max turned away from the window and
dashed out of his bedroom. No way his sister was
gonna get credit for this one. He was trying to
save up for a new video game and helping with
dinner would be a decent credit on his allowance. Max
washed up in the bathroom and reported to the kitchen
for his you're having meat loaf and potatoes, his mom said,
from the stove, would you grab me the green beans
from the cabinet. Max complied, walking across the kitchen and
Kneeling down, he opened the door and reached in. The
cabinet was stuffed in the corner, was too close to
the ground, and there wasn't enough room to get a
good look inside of it, so he just reached his
arm in as far as it could go and started
feeling around for cans. The first one his fingers grazed
could have been beans, but that again, it could have
also been beats, or corn, or even that canned sauerkraut
he'd seen his mom sneakily slip into the shopping basket
one day. Just in case that's what it was, he
pushed it all the way to the back. The next
thing he felt, well, it didn't feel like a can
at all. Deep in the back of the cabinet, in
the previously untouched region that now hid the sound, Max
ran his fingers over something strange. It was rounded like
a ball, but had a rough texture and cracks all
over it. The more he felt it, he could feel
two divots on the front, like deep sockets that had
been gouged by a melon baller. Max reached his second
hand in and gripped the strange thing as best he could.
When he pulled it out, from the depths of the
dark cabinet. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was a skull,
a human skull. It was cracked and covered with cobwebs.
A spider crawled out from between a section of missing
teeth and smacked the floor, where it quickly hurried beneath
the fridge. Where are those beans, Max's mom said from
across the kitchen. Max gulped, his heart rate picking up steam.
He quickly shoved the skull back into the cabinet and
grabbed the first can he could and handed it to
his mom. She accepted the can first noticing it was
corn and not beans, and then saw the nervous, sweaty
look on her son's face. She couldn't help but chuckle.
If he wanted corn instead, that's fine, no reason to
be all sweaty about it. Max's mom turned back around
and continued making the dinner. Throughout the meal, Max couldn't
keep his mind off the skull he had found in
the cabinet. Why was it there, how long it had
been there? Whose skull was it? It was that last
thought that triggered his recollection of a comment he had
made recently about not seeing the normal mealman in a while.
That led his line of thinking to the previous owners
of the house, one of which was an old man
who had passed away in the very kitchen the skull
was found in. He also thought, for a brief moment,
then maybe his mom could have been the famed Midwest
axe Murky. You're not going to eat the corn, Max's
mother interrupted his thoughts. You're the one who picked it out.
You really need to start eating more vegetables, Max. Max
looked down at his plate. He hadn't touched any of
the food yet. Now dinner, no dessert. His little sister
snarked from across the table. Max sneered at her for
the rest of dinner and tried to force a few
bites down. That night, once his mom and sister were asleep,
Max clicked on his flashlight and snuck into the kitchen.
He opened the cabin door and peered in. The skull
sat within the dusty beam of light. It sunken, empty
eye sockets leering back at him. Max reached in and
grabbed the skull again, quickly retreating to his room, where
he shut the door and locked it. The skull sat
in front of him on his bed, while he pulled
out his phone and called Tommy, the only one of
his friends that would have been interested in his disturbing find,
being a strange and macab enthusiast that he was.
Speaker 3: Max.
Speaker 2: Tommy groggily answered.
Speaker 3: Why telling me so late?
Speaker 2: I thout a skull, Max said, stuffed way back. You'
what have my kitchen cabinets? Tommy was silent for a moment,
and then his voice cracked over the phone again.
Speaker 3: Please tell me you didn't touch it.
Speaker 2: I didn't, well, I did it sitting here in my
bed with me.
Speaker 3: Do you realize what you've done? Tommy said, You've more
than likely disturbed and at rest entity. I've heard of
things happening like this before, skulls, bones, full skeletons, artifacts,
old chests, grandfather clocks, dolls.
Speaker 2: Tobby, Max shouted, interrupting his friend's long string of absurd things.
Get to the point.
Speaker 3: All I'm saying is that now that you've disturbed its rest,
your chances of a haunting or a poltergeist in your
house of skyrocketed. You need to get rid of it
quickly the how I went away. Toss it in the
woods behind your house. Just get it out of there.
Speaker 2: Okay, thanks Tobby, you always know what you're talking about.
There was a staticky squeal on the other end of
the line, mixed with Tommy's distorted words, and then the
call was dead. The lights flickered in his room. Max
looked at the skull, feeling as if the haunting and
poltergeist activity were about to really kick off. He grabbed
the skull, shoved it into a pillowcase, and took it
out at the back door. The snow was still coming
down and the wind was howling when Max crunched through
his backyard and up to the fence line, where a
sea of dead trees ominously dwelled in the dark knight
in a hot Max tossed the entire pillowcase over the
fence and hurried back inside. Just before sunrise the next morning,
Max was startled awake by a strange odor that tickled
his nose. He grimaced and let his eyes lightly flutter open,
and he immediately knew something was wrong. Highlighted by the
night light in the wall, Max could tell his entire
bedroom was filled with an eerie fog. He sat up
quickly and couldn't believe his eyes when a figure materialized
before the foot of his bed. The figure was tall,
cloaked in black, and where its head should have been
was a floating skull. White lights shined out of the sockets,
and its jaw unhinged to speak, but back, it demanded
in a deep haunting voice. What Max stuttered? The skull
had identity, repeated his words, butt.
Speaker 1: Me back between the corn and the beams.
Speaker 2: Max gulped, nodding his head rapidly, trusting that Max would
do the right thing. The skull had a dentity, vanished
along with the fog that filled the room. Once the
sun rose, Max tossed on his boots and raced out
into his backyard, crunching through the snow and hopping the
fence into the woods. Within a couple of minutes, he
located the pillowcase and brought it back inside. He opened
the cabinet door and shoved the skull as far back
as he could. When he turned around to leave the kitchen,
his mom was standing there with a fresh cup of
coffee in her hands and a smile on her face.
Good morning, she said, Boordigg, Max said, out of breath,
I was thinking I could make some homemade corn bread
with breakfast this morning. I'll grab the eggs from the fridge.
Would you want to grab a can of corn out
of the cabinet for me? Go? Max screamed and then
ran off to his room. Thank you for listening to
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