Question

Can someone help me whit a story that is scary and is a 5 or more paragraph ​

Answer 1

I was running through the dark wood. The pine scratching me. The screeches I herd from the black scaly humongous creature. I keep running and then i trip on my shoe laces. Thump! I wait for the trilling pain to begin. But... Nothing...Until. I felt the sharpest pain come through my back!

I wake up in a sweat and with a scream. I hear footsteps running up to my room "Gemini are you ok!!??" My brother exclaimed in a trembling voice. With my eyes wide open I was able to push the words out of me, "N-Nightmare." I look at the door and scream as there was a doll just sitting there...And was a human size doll...

Everybody looked at the door but I seen the doll turn into dust. All I could do was rock back in forth in horror. Everybody stared at my Mom and Dad was very worried, my big brother was annoyed, and my little sister was so scared that something was wrong with me. Everybody stepped outside to talk. I started to follow but my father pushed me back onto my bed. "Stay here" he said with a worried face.

I tiptoed over to the door to listen. I heard my Moms worried voice, "Do you think it's starting?" There was a long dreadful silence touched the room. I went over to my bed and started to think. *What did they mean do you think it's starting?* * How what when and why was whatever only happening to me?* *Why can't I know whats happening?* All these needed to be answered, but how was I going to get an answer out of them? They walked into my room...

"Is everything okay?" I asked. I got a long glare from my brother. "Go back to bed Gem," my Mom told me. "We will talk about it tomorrow." I nodded my head yes. And then I was alone again. I tried to go back to sleep... but I just couldn't. I must have fell asleep for a few minutes because I woke up with chills... I looked to see where the breeze was coming from my window...

"I don't remember opening that?" I whisper. Then out of nowhere there it was a quick shadow. I close my eyes and shake my head. *This is just a bad dream* Swoosh! there it want again. Then I bloody screech ringed my ears. My parents run up the stairs while screaming. Then a gash went right trough my arm. I squeal a very sharp squeal. And the shadowy beast disappears. Just as my parents reach my room they see it...

"GEMINI ARE YOU OKAY!!??" my Mom hollered. I laid there in shock and pain. My Dad finally got to the top step. He gasped "Your arm GEMINI!" I looked at my arm as Mom bandaid it. And every since then I have never left my window open!

Sorry it is a lot I love to Type/Write stories! Hope this helps!!

Answer 2

One day when I was around 10 years of age. My mother had rather immediately sought legal separation, yet she just had low maintenance work and profited, so finding a spot to remain that was moderate and accessible quickly was extreme. A companion of hers revealed to her that she and her significant other had a little trailer that was at present sitting unfilled and we could lease it for all intents and purposes for nothing 'til we made sense of something different.

I promptly didn't care for the house. Some portion of this I'm certain was because of my folks' sudden separation and having my life flipped around, however it was additionally simply the house itself. We lived in a mountain town, and this manufactured house was far up a precarious mile-long garage. Lovely pine trees encompassed it, yet the house itself watched deserted and strange. It had two rooms and two washrooms, so my sibling and I shared a room and my mother took the room with the appended restroom. It was an extremely '70s home, with wood framing and dated installations. There were additionally regions that demonstrated odd harm, similar to gaps in the divider that were gravely fixed up. Out of the blue, I promptly would not utilize the lobby restroom. I wouldn't venture into it. My mother never truly asked me for what valid reason or addressed it, yet given me a chance to utilize her restroom.

Anyway, my mother was gone a great deal endeavoring to discover whatever work she could, so I would be home alone significantly after school and on the ends of the week. Each time I got the 911 call, I was without anyone else's input.

My mother dependably let us know not to answer the entryway, yet we ought to dependably pick up the telephone on the off chance that it was her. So when the telephone rang one evening, I figured it would be my mother since nobody else truly had our number yet. There was a lady on the telephone who sounded extremely concerned.

"Hi, this is 911, restoring your call. We got your call, however we got disengaged," the lady said.