Ghostly short stories - created by us!

[Golfman]

Okay, any creative people out there? Anybody want to show off their creative writing talents?
OK, I'll start.........

It wasn't a cold night but it was stormy....yet the lack of any thunder left the air clammy.
It wasn't long after sitting down with a can of beer and a good book that I received a knock at the door. The time was 10.32pm exactly.
Ah, crap, I thought, so much for a quiet night.

I laid my book down and with much annoyance went to answer, with the full intention of telling who it was to either go away or come back at a more reasonable hour.
Opening the door I see it is an old friend I haven't seen in 3 years. He still looks the same - it is one of those guys that, no matter how old he gets, you just know it is him because he will never change, no matter how much he tries.
The wind outside was starting to pick up, I noticed as I invited him in, pleased to see him, yet noticing there was something not quite right with him.
"Hi Kev, " he says. "Sorry to be here at such a crappy hour, but I was in the area and I thought i'd pay you a visit before I took off. Wanted to reminisce about old times and that. " He coughed, and I noticed his face seemed a bit grey.......ashen. It must be the moonlight.
"No, John, it's fine. why'd you take all day to come see me if you were in the area?" I asked.
"Well I had a few things to do, plus I didn't know exactly where you stayed."
I thought, ok.
As he come in and sat down, I offered him a drink.
"No, nothing pal," he said. "Just wanted to see you. It seems like ages."
"You're not wrong," I said as I sat down opposite him. "It's great to see you again though, John Briggs, old buddy."
He smiled, but seemed nervous about something.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Yeah not bad." He paused..........." Do you remember the last time we spoke?"
I did. "Yeah, what of it? You sure you don't want to have a drink or hit the town or something? I know a good pub just down the road."
"No, it's fine. Just wanted to make sure you remember me."
This was getting weird.
"John, are you sure you are ok? Want a drink of water or anything?"
He paused again. "Yeah ok, maybe a drink of water, if you would."
"Yeah no problem pal," I said. "Just be a minute."
I got up, went to the kitchen, filled a glass with tapwater.
As I came back, he was gone.
Ok. I put the glass down on the coffee table and went to the door to see if he was out there.
The door was shut.
I never heard it open, or close.

The next morning, I received phone call from my mother.
"Hiya darling," she said.
"Hi mum, what's up? Are you ok?"
"Oh yes I'm fine. Just wanted to tell you.....I've got some fairly unpleasant news."
Sensing the worst. What was it? Dad? Her own health?
I was dreading this. I love my parents dearly.
"Tell me. Is everything ok? Are you and dad ok?"
"Oh we're both fine." She paused, a fairly long agonising one. "Do you remember an friend of yours from a few years back called John? John Briggs?"
Of course I did. "Yeah mum, what about him? Strange you mention him because he was here - "
"He was found dead 6 days ago." WHAT? "Yes, drowned. He went swimming with his girlfriend up river from where you stay actually. He was on holiday up there. Got a call from him asking where you stayed and that he was gonna look you up. Told him it would be nice for you."

It may or not be good, I'll let everyone decide, but I just made that up in 10 minutes.

 

[Northstar]

I have an extremely short one, has to be the scariest story ever though.

One day I woke up, walked to the garage to driver to the store in my awesome VW Golf, but it wasn't there. I did however notice that it had been replaced by a piece of crap Ferrari Enzo. I figured I would have to make it work though as I really needed some milk. As I started driving I noticed everything was jaggy and just didn't look good.

After doing some investigating I found out that I woke up in an alternate universe which was known as Codemasterland and that VW Golf's were deemed illegal and punished by death.

Of course, I called it hell!!!!

 

[Golfman]

I have an extremely short one, has to be the scariest story ever though.

One day I woke up, walked to the garage to driver to the store in my awesome VW Golf, but it wasn't there. I did however notice that it had been replaced by a piece of crap Ferrari Enzo. I figured I would have to make it work though as I really needed some milk. As I started driving I noticed everything was jaggy and just didn't look good.

After doing some investigating I found out that I woke up in an alternate universe which was known as Codemasterland and that VW Golf's were deemed illegal and punished by death.

Of course, I called it hell!!!!

Very good pal!👍

 

[boiltheocean]

As for my ghostly short stories I can't think of any so I'll just recommend a book from my childhood.

 

[Dragonistic]

My story:

VW cancels production of the Golf meanwhile Codemasters fulfil their ambition and become emperors of the world using evil unrealistic arcade racers to brainwash kids, the entire world suffers from inconsistent framerate and poor graphical performance subsequently.


Frightening stuff .

Funnybones is awesome 👍 I remember that from childhood and to be a little more on topic, I just don't find scarey stories (or films for that matter) frightening anymore.

 

[Golfman]

As for my ghostly short stories I can't think of any so I'll just recommend a book from my childhood.

I used to work in a bookshop. That one was and still is a bestseller. But seriously, does anybody else want to try and vent their creative talents? That's the reason I started this thread, just to have something different in here............

 

[Golfman]

My story:

VW cancels production of the Golf meanwhile Codemasters fulfil their ambition and become emperors of the world using evil unrealistic arcade racers to brainwash kids, the entire world suffers from inconsistent framerate and poor graphical performance subsequently.

Is this in any way related to what I have said on the Dirt/F12010 forums?

 

[Omnis]

Every time I see "Ghost story" I think of this:

 

[Daniel]

Unfortunately, the thing with scary stories - they all follow similar lines.
Like you meet a friend, or Dad or some random guy. They disappear and then someone tells you they died a week earlier.
Another is that some random dude calls you, then again. So you call the phone company to tap the calls made to you. The dude calls again. Then the phone company calls yelling that it's coming from inside your house and makes you run outside. Police come and end up finding a crazy man in your attic/basement sharpening a giant knife/axe or cleaning a gun...

If this was just a Short Story thread, I'd post - and even post my own few as well. But Scary Stories can get really clichéd nowadays.

 

[DK]

Here's one: Sarah Palin becomes President.

THE HORROR!!!

 

[Golfman]

I know i named the thread about ghost stories, but I encourage you all to vent your creative talents about anything. There isn't another thread like this so please feel free to contribute any sort of short story. Just thought it'd be interesting to see if there were any budding authors out there......

 

[Daniel]

Maybe you could change the thread name then?

 

[prisonermonkeys]

Unfortunately, the thing with scary stories - they all follow similar lines.

Challenge accepted!

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It was always going to be a grotesque discovery. It was a flimsy and weather-worn cardboard box, its panels crushed from where it had landed and dampened by the earth surrounding it. For all iappearances, it was litter; someone's waste that they had seen fit to cast away by the roadside and chosen to forget about it. But there was something unsettling about it, the way its creased corners seemed to bend into the night too neatly, or the way it sat half-buried and too deliberately-placed to be random. It was almost magnetic; anyone who saw the box would be either drawn to it or repelled by it. There was no middle ground.

It was almost a relief for the man who found it when he opened the sodden flaps and found its ghastly prize. He had felt his stomach turn to ice as he approached, felt the bile and acid bubbling in the back of his throat. His stomach and the box were linked in some ethereal crescendo, the taste of the bile growing as he drew closer and closer and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew what he had found before he even opened the flaps, and the tension broke in a cold sweat as he peeled the layers back. He let out an involuntary laugh of relief and shuddered as his eyes fell upon the body of a small boy lying prone in the box. Unlike his cardboard tomb, the child went unmolested by the ravages of the elements. A far worse demon had gone to work on him; his thin yellow-blond hair did little to conceal the ugly purple bruises and welts that covered his face, and at least one of his limbs was clearly broken. It was difficult to judge his final expression, but it seemed to be somewhere between resignation and futility, as if his body had accepted its fate but his mind had fought helplessly on.

The following hours and minutes after discovering the body were lost on the man, a mix of boredom and uncertainty that were swallowed up by the shock of the adrenaline wearing off. From the moment he first found the body to his final minute on earth, he would always maintain that he could not recall his first thoughts upon opening the box. It was, of course, a lie; he would remember that first thought for years to come. He could never explain to himself why he kept it a secret, but generally accepted that his thoughts has frightened him too much to verbalise them.

He had thought he had opened Pandora's Box.

He had no idea just how true that would prove to be.

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To be continued ...

 

[RandomUsername]

I know i named the thread about ghost stories, but I encourage you all to vent your creative talents about anything. There isn't another thread like this so please feel free to contribute any sort of short story. Just thought it'd be interesting to see if there were any budding authors out there......

I once wrote a short story involving a Flux Capacitor, a Beetle, a life-size Hot-Wheels track, GT5, Kazunori Yamauchi, Translator-san, a evil mad scientist, world domination, and a Nissan GT-R. i'd post it here but it was so ridiculous and silly i deleted it.