Something Spooky going down Stanley Street


Something Spooky going down Stanley Street


Hello readers, I have joined the writers club in my school and wanted to share a short story that I wrote. The prompt that was given to us was “Horror in writing”. Have fun reading my story!


"I had heard the dark rumors about Stanley Street. My friends and family were begging and pleading for me to stay back in the small town of Oakley. Ignoring all of their requests and begging, I still chose to take the risk of leaving town. Deep inside my heart I knew that my friends and family were right.


Here I was in New York city. The home of great pizza and the famous Times square. I found myself finding the apartments very easily. I set foot into the main hall in the apartments. The stairs were making cracking noises and the lights were flickering. Everything was already going wrong. I got the keys to my apartment room: 42A on floor 3. In my head I was repetitively telling myself that I made the right decision and consoled myself. I walked in my apartment thinking to myself this isn’t as bad as I imagined it to be. Then I see a picture frame in the middle of the wall. The picture looked odd and out of place, so I had to investigate. I carefully removed the frame from the wall. To my surprise I see an ugly green and slimy hand sticking out of the wall. My eyes lit up like candles, I closed them as fast as a cheetah could run and hoped that this was all a dream.


When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry. I tried to rub my eyes, and I realized that my hands were tied up with a tight rope. I panicked and started to worry. I finally realized that my friends and family were truly right. I should have stayed back in Oakley. I tried to escape in many different ways. I really wished that I had a pocket knife to break free. Then I came up with the most brilliant idea. I used my teeth to cut through the rope. I broke free. It felt like a heavy weight went off my shoulders and felt the joy of breaking free. Finally, I thought to myself, how am I going to go back home? Before making the decision of turning around, I suddenly felt a cold breeze behind my back, as if a person was behind me. I didn’t dare to move whatsoever. Will I survive?"


More to come soon…  


If you’re liking the build up of my story, please email me and let me know at me@hanikachhajer.com

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