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own story at micheyterrors dot com. Welcome to micro Terrors,
scary stories for kids where it's always the spooky season,
full of chills, thrills and spine tingling spooks.
Speaker 2: 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. Forts
of Knights micro Terror. The Scary Monster in the Yard
written by Lucas Sosa, aged six. One night, there was
a terrible storm. It woke me up, but my parents
were still asleep. I had an eerie feeling like someone
else was in the house with us. I went into
my parents' room and checked my dad's phone to look
at the security cameras outside, and what I saw was unbelievable.
It stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn't believe
what I was looking at. The doorbell camera showed me
a giant figure. It was covered in hair and had
jet black eyes, with what looked like blood leaking out,
and it was standing right in front of our front door.
Switched to the view to the driveway camera and realized
that all of our cars were gone. All that were
there were bloody footprints that led to a giant house
across the street that I had never seen before. As
I was trying to figure out where the house came from,
the front door flew open. I jumped and slid under
my parents' bed to hide. I checked the phone again
to look at the living room camera, and there it
was inside our house. The screen glitched and it was gone.
I left my hiding spot to go check the living room.
I couldn't find the monster anywhere. I looked at the
phone again, but none of the cameras were working. I
decided to go outside to look at the strange house.
But there the monster was. It saw me and started
to run right at me. Its body was facing me,
but its head was backwards. As it ran towards me,
every step sounded like bones cracking. It turned its head
towards me, displaying a terrifyingly creepy smile with sharp teeth
and a black tongue. I turned and ran back inside
my house. I made it just in time to shut
and lock the door behind me. I knew the monster
would burst down the door at any second, so I
went into our toy room and grabbed a bear costume.
The bear costume looked similar to the monster, so I
thought maybe I could trick it. I heard the front
door burst down, and I stood and waited for the
monster to find me. I heard the footsteps getting closer
and closer, until the monster and I were standing face
to face. It slowly took a step towards me. I
thought for sure I was a goner. But then the
monster did something very strange. It wrapped its arms around me.
The monster was hugging me. I didn't understand. It lifted
me up and carried me out the front door and
into the strange house across the street. And that is
how I became the son of a monster. The The
Bag Lady written by Vita Rupnik, age seven. I'll never
forget the day that my mom sent me to the
crazy bag Lady's house to babysit me. It was only
going to be for a few hours, but I knew
it would feel like an eternity. Unfortunately, it would span
the launch hour. I wasn't worried so much about what
we'd be eating, but about her eating me for lunch.
My head. To be exact, let me explain. I moved
into the house next door to the bag lady about
six months ago. She always creeped me out from the
moment we moved in there. As I got to know
the neighborhood kids, I learned more about her from them.
They also were creeped out by her. Why you ask, well,
she always seem to be walking everywhere and nowhere all
the time, carrying lots and lots of full plastic bags.
She wasn't super friendly and in fact, looked like she
was in a daze when she walked. The kids had
speculated for a long time about what was in the bags. Vera,
my best friend, thought that she was carrying raw meat.
That she might have killed herself. She probably is part
werewolf and needs to feed herself when she turns at night.
Vera coolly said. Vera had a whole story made up
about her. Vera tended to make up stories. The more
elaborate they were, the more scared she was, even if
she played it cool on the outside. Camilla said she
collected lost shoes from the parks or streets, you know,
like those shoes you see lying on the street in
the ditch for no reason at all, Like her days
were spent finding and picking them up. Maybe after she
eats kids, she takes their shoes as a keepsake. Timilla explained, well,
that got dark fast, But that was Camilla, always making
something sound worse than it needed to be. Sid thought
the bags were filled with dead animals, like roaduekill. Hey,
somebody has to clean them up. I always wondered where
they went. Anyway, Maybe she's not so bad. Maybe she
uses her ravenous appetite to help keep the streets clean.
Sid beamed. She was always trying to look on the
bright side, but none of their ideas were right. I
found out the truth the day I went to her
house for lunch. And you'll never guess what was in
those bags. My mom rang the doorbell on her front
porch and waited. She was humming and looking at her watch.
That's what she does when she's nervous. It took the
time to look around, scoping out anything I could that
might help me later. The porch was big, worn and wooden.
The paint was peeled off and the wood looked older
than my mom. My mind was interrupted by a sweet
smell of cinnamon and spices as the bag lady opened
the door. Hello, missus chickadee. I'm here to drop off
of vida. I should be back before dinner time, maybe
like four pm? Is that okay, missus chickadee. I never
even considered she had any other name than bag Lady.
I also wondered when my mom had time to talk
with her. I never saw my mom even have a
conversation with her, much less know her actual name. Yes,
of course that should be fine. I'm sure we'll have
lots of fun together, she announced in a smooth and
creaky voice. She looked at me with a twinkle in
her eye. I felt uneasy the moment she looked at me,
I couldn't help but notice her perfect teeth. They were
all straight and whiter than my teeth. I knew she
must use those teeth for eating something human like heads.
Why else would her teeth be so strong and straight.
Come to think of it, they seemed to be pointed
at the ends. My mom said goodbye and pecked me
with a kiss on the head. My heart started to
pound as missus Chickadee closed the door behind her. She
turned to me and led me to the kitchen, wanting
me to help her make something. I felt frozen, but
somehow my legs followed her into the kitchen, despite my
brain screaming no. I smelled the delicious scent of pumpkin pie,
then noticed a fresh pie sitting on the counter. This
was unexpected. Why did it smell so good? It was
the same scent I smelled when she opened the door.
Perhaps my fear overcame my desire to eat. Usually I
love pumpkin pie, but today I seemed to have lost
my appetite. She began rolling the dough out for a
second pie. There was a pot of soup cooking on
the stove, bubbling. It was odd that the soup was bubbling.
As I noticed the stove was turned off. Then Missus
Chickenee turned to me, looking puzzled, and exclaimed, well, don't
you like pie? I quickly snapped out of my daze
and said yes, ma'am. I was raised to be polite
even when I felt scared. Then help me out, little late,
she snapped with an oddly joking tone. My hands moved
quickly as if they knew what to do. Despite my
mind continuing to say no, we continued for the next hour,
rolling dough and making pies. She made small talk with
me like any other adult wood. By the end of
us making the pies, I forgot. I was scared of her,
and all the rumors started to seem like distant stories.
Then I snapped back to reality when she abruptly turned
to me right after putting the last pie in the
oven to bake, and said, oh, I almost forgot. Let
me grab my secret ingredient for our next dish. Actually,
my hands are hurting from my arthritis. Would you mind
being a deer and grabbing those bags in the living room?
There they were the same bags I always saw her
carrying around those, probably from just yesterday. How had I
not noticed them before? There, sitting behind the couch, just
in view from the kitchen doorway, was a pile of
plastic bags filled with if. I don't know, I didn't
want to find out. My best guess was heads. I
didn't want to pick them up, but I reluctantly said
yes and scurried away to grab them. Of Course, I
didn't peek inside because I felt like I might be
right and something very creepy would be stowed away. They
felt heavy and even rolled a bit as I carried them.
They had to be heads. There was no way they weren't.
When I set them on the table, she tilted her
head down to look me in the eye. Do you
know what's the inside the bags? Before I could answer,
she started coughing heavily and had to excuse herself to
the bathroom. As I waited for her in the kitchen,
I gathered all my nerves and opened one of the bags.
It was absolutely true. Later that evening, my mom rang
the doorbell. She waited and waited, having to ring it
again and again. When no one answered, she crept into
the house since the door was ajar just a bit,
calling out my name. She looked around the dark house
when from the k kitchen came Miss Chickadee. Why hello,
I was just waiting for you. I made some soup
for you. I was nowhere to be seen. My mom, puzzled,
asked where I was. Missus chickeny urged her to sit
at the kitchen table first, and placed a bowl of
soup in front of her. Please have some of my
famous head soup. My mom's face went from horrified to
relieved when suddenly I came back out from the back pantry.
It's really good mom. I helped her make it from
cabbage heads. When can I come back again and visit
missus chickadee. I had so much fun today. The Zombie
an original liicitor Terror performed by Avery, age four.
Speaker 3: Yes, okay, go ahead, okay. Once upon a time there
was three kids named Luke and Mike and Xander, and
they walk over and they decided to take a walk,
and then they walked through the woods and then then
and then they saw the zombie and it was nice,
so they so they went and then they saw another
zombie and that zombie was mean, So the free kids
ran away and dumping to a pilas and the other
zombie tried him to Asaph attack the zombies until he
noticed that the kids has left the prison for him.
So then he picked up the presidente and he opened
it and then he saw it was axe and then
it was beautiful ox. So she chopped off the other
zombies' head the end.
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