Watch your head

It was 11pm when Vince got to Cavite. He rode a jeep from Manila that headed to Bacoor. In the middle of nowhere, he asked the driver to drop him at the next stop. Upon approaching a waiting shed, the driver quickly sped off his jeep and turned around.

After heading back to the waiting shed, he asked the driver...

"Why didn't you drop me off earlier ago?", he asked.

"It's because, at this time of night you shouldn't be wandering around", the driver answered.

Vince confused and asked again,

"Then why drop me off here where we passed by and not onto the next stop?", he said

"Because when you were just about to drop off, i saw your reflection without your head.", he answered coldly.

"That's impossible! Are you frightening me?", Vince shouted.

"But it's true! a few minutes approaching the shed, i saw a man standing beside the shed holding you head", whispered the driver

Vince suddenly felt a cold wind past by him and immediately climbed back to the jeepney and favored the driver to take him somewhere else and he'll travel back in the morning.

The driver went on and took Vince with him, and both of them drove throughout the night as the mist started to appear by.

Not Turning On the Lights

Once there were two girls who shared a college dorm together. Their names were Meg and Venida. The girls were out partying one night. Meg noticed she forgot her purse and went back quickly to the dorm. Without turning on the lights, she walked in and grabbed the purse. Then she returned to the party. Later on in the night, Venida got tired. She left to the dorm to got to sleep.

The next morning, Meg went back to the dorm. The police officers were outside.

"OFFICER, what's the PROBLEM?" she asked.

"There has been a MURDERER"

"Oh my God. Please let me SEE"

"No. It's a bit SLOPPY" said the officer

"PLEASE!!"

Finally the officer let Meg upstairs. When she walked in the room, she saw her roommate covered with a clean white sheet. On the mirror in BIG RED letters...words said:

"AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN'T TURN ON THE LIGHTS"

House Of Terror Part V

When Jeff came to, he was tied to a chair in the basement. The place reeked off horrible smells. Mr. Palmer walked up to him, with a large knife in his hand. Jeff screamed and tried to free himself, but only tired himself out. He looked up in horror at Mr. Palmer and asked him why he was doing this, and why now. Palmer answered, that last night, he would have been nervous, full of fear and ready for any attack Palmer would do. No, that wasn't the right time. Everyone expects attacks at night. But doing in the morning...people are more relaxed and the fear is low, making them blind to any chance of harm. Jeff asked him again, why he was he doing this, and what was he going to do with him and said someone, like the garage people, would find out what happened. Mr. Palmer said that mishaps happen on highways at night, mainly during storms, so hardly no one would even think twice as to why he was gone. If anyone actually did started asking questions...Palmer said he had ways to discourage that kind of activity...As for why he was doing this, Palmer simply said that Jeff need not to worry about that, in fact, he need not to worry about anything anymore...Jeff looked into Palmer's eyes as he walks towards him, eyes were completely black, and tried to scream....

~the end~

House Of Terror Part IV

Jeff awoke, the storm had passed, and daylight was shining through the window curtains. Happy that all his nervousness was for nothing, Jeff got out of bed and checked his watch. He had slept until 11:20, and had to leave quickly before the garage people get to his car. Leaving the room, he was greeted by Mr. Palmer. Palmer asked him if he had slept well, Jeff replied that he had, though he had trouble falling asleep. Palmer laughed and asked if he was afraid of the old house at night in the middle of nowhere. Jeff admitted that maybe, he was a bit afraid, but he felt silly for it now. He thanked Palmer, and said he had to leave quickly to get to his car. He turned to leave, when suddenly, something banged his head and everything went quite dark...

House Of Terror Part III

The house was adorned with antique everything, not a piece of furniture seemed to have been purchased in at least the last 60 years or more. Mr. Palmer showed him the room, and bidded him good night. The man was nice, but the whole situation still left Jeff unnerved. He just tried to tell himself that he had watched far too many horror movies as a child. The bedroom had a canopy bed, one old lamp, a single window, and a red carpet. The house was eeriely quiet as Jeff laid himself down on the bed. Quiet...except for a creek here, and a thump there. By now, Jeff's imagination had him too paranoid to sleep as he heard Mr. Palmer outside the room, walking up and down the hallway outside. Up he went and down he went. Then the footsteps stopped, right outside his room. Jeff waited but nothing happened. A half hour passed, and yet he heard nothing except the rain beating outside, and the wind howling as the storm blew on. Finally sleep slowly outframe, Jeff, even with his nervousness frightened. Slowly, his eyes closed, though he thought he could almost hear something scratching at his door..

House of Terror Part II

He knocked on the door, and to his surprise, it was answered rather quickly. An older man, looking to be in his late 70's, asked him what he wanted. Jeff explained the situation and asked if the man had a phone or some way to help. The old man said he was weary of travelers but decided that Jeff looked honest enough to let him use his phone. Jeff thanked him, and asked his name.He said his name was Joseph Palmer, and told Jeff the number of the nearest garage. Jeff made his way through the phone, noticing that the house looked about as old inside as it did outside, and was surprised that there was even a phone at the place. He called the garage, but they said there was nothing they could do until morning comes, and they would meet him at noon at his car. Mr. Palmer offered Jeff the guestroom to sleep in for the night. Jeff was a bit weary at spending the night in such a spooky old house, but decided that the walk back in the rain and sleeping in the car couldn't be much safer than staying at the house. He accepted, and was shown to the room.

House of Terror Part I

The car finally gave out. Jeff hit the dashboard in frustration. It was bad enough that the car had to break down, but at night, in the rain, in the middle of God knows wherever he was, it was a fitting end to his bad week. The week had seen his wife leave him, taking the kids with her.He had been demoted at his job, and was forced to go back on the road as a salesman. Now that this has happened, and the things weren't going to get better anytime soon. Jeff decided that he might as well try to find a way out of this mess. He considered waiting in his car for another car to come by and help him. The road wasn't often used though, and that might take hours. So Jeff decided to first walk down the road to see if there were any other choices. After walking for half hour in the pounding rain, Jeff finally came across an old house in the woods. Now Jeff had seen enough horror movies to make him turn back, but the rain alone was enough to override his sense of fear and trepidation. He walked up the winding road up to the door. The looked to be very old, and not kept up well, and Jeff wondered if anyone lived there anymore...

Nightmare House Part II

Linda pulled into the drive way in her truck. She was sure she finally had gotten every last thing and was ready to move into the new house. Her daughter bounced out of the truck and ran towards the house. Linda thought, not for the first time, that the house was too big for the three of them, but Steve was too much in love with it for her to change his mind. Steve, she had told him not to spend the night in the house alone, but he had insisted. She smiled to herself, the big goof was probably going to tell her daughter all kinds of ghost stories he made up last night, and she'll end up soothing her to bed tonight.Her daughter bounced into the house, she followed closely behind. She called for Steve, but no answer. "Probably still asleep in that huge living room, or can't hear us" He loved that room most about this house.She told her daughter to check the living room for her father. Her daughter went off to do that. Linda started unpacking some of the food they had brought in the kitchen when she heard a scream from her daughter. She ran to the living room to see what was the matter. She looked in, and screamed herself. Steve was sitting in his chair, book on the floor. His hair...his hair had turned stark while his clothes were ripped, and it looked like he had tried to claw his eyes out with a claw marks on his face. He was dead, with a look of stark terror that will etched forever in his face. Linda retched and cried, what, what could possible have done this to her husband, what?? Then, through her sobs, and her daughter's screaming, she thought she heard a thumping sound upstairs.

~the end~

Nightmare House Part I

It was a dark and stormy night. Steve had just came in from having tied down anything that could possibly blow away in the wind outside. Cold seeping into his bones, he decided to go sit by the fireplace to warm up. He closed the door to the large living room of the large house he had just purchased. His wife and daughter were back at the old home, gathering some of the last items to be moved to their new home. Steve decided to stay the night by himself to get a feel for the house. The house was probably too large for such a small family, but Steve couldn't pass up the good buy he got on it. An old antique house, incredibly large, in a quiet secluded area, for such a small price. Steve couldn't still believe how lucky he was.



The television was one of the items his wife was bringing the next day, so he decided to read a book to pass the time. He sipped at his hot coffee, while being warmed by the crackling fireplace. Steve couldn't help but to look forward to many more nights like this, all snug up in front of the grand fireplace, on the cold winter nights that would eventually come. He had just started to get into his book when he heard a tapping sound from the upper floor. Steve brushed it off quickly.



"Old houses like this always makes a sound like that in the movies even though I'm sure it had enough time to settle".



He had to chuckle over his corny joke. He went back to his book, but the sound started again, it seemed to be moving across the rooms upstairs.



"Perhaps mice", thought Steve, "I should really look into that tomorrow morning, the wife would not be pleased to find mice in their new home. Tomorrow though, no use chasing mice in the dark."



Then Steve heard sounded like the door opening upstairs. The room was starting to feel a bit less cozy. He tried to pass it off as his imagination running wild, and tried to immerse himself in his book. It did no good, because this time, the sounds didn't go away. The tapping footsteps...started to sound like they were coming down the stairs, down the stairs that led to the living room's door.



Thump, thump, thump, louder and louder, as it went down.Steve have to put the book down now, and was staring at the door with great intensity. What if it's a robber, he thought, or worse... no, he must not let his imagination go wild. He stared at the great door, and heard the footsteps keep thumping, finally coming off the stairs, and towards the door.



Thump, thump, thump...the fireplace went suddenly out. The door handle started to turn, Steve was too frightened to get up to stop it, stuck in his place by fear. Slowly, it creaked open, until it was finally completely open to Steve. A great blinding light filled the room from the door, a blind curdling scream arose from Steve...