Halloween Spooktacular Day 4

Short Scary Story by Candace  (Based on a real life story)

It was one of those blustery fall days where the chill in the air made it feel like winter wouldn't be too far behind.  It had the feel of Halloween but Halloween was still far off.  It was, however, Friday the 13th.  And it felt like Friday the 13th.  You know, just spooky, like.  I could hear the wind whipping through the trees.  I could hear branches creaking and crackling and over it all I heard the three kids I was baby sitting squabbling.  I was eager to get them to bed so I could watch a movie before the parents got home.  So I quickly prepared them and got them sent off after a nice (not spooky) bedtime story.  Once they were settled in I clicked on the TV.  I wasn't prepared for what I found.  Scary movie after scary movie.  Suddenly I realized I wasn't clicking anymore.  I was unable to click as I watched the horror of Halloween (who knows which number) enfold before me.  I wanted to click away, I knew I was going to be terrified.  I had hours before the parents would be home.  I didn't want to spend it terrified.  But I couldn't, I just couldn't click away!  Suddenly every sound around me made me jump.  Was that the door?  A scratch at a window?  No, just my overactive imagination.  Quickly I clicked away only to land on another horror movie, click click, nope- not a thing on!  Next thing I know I'm back at Halloween (who knows what number) and once again I'm unable to look away.  I repeat this for the next hour, sitting in terror in the only chair in the living room that faces every door, window and nook and cranny.  But this time when I 'hear' a door it sounds different.  My eyes frantically search when I see movement.  It's the mirror by the back door.  The house is a split level at the back door.  I can't see the door, but I can see the stairs that go down to the landing.  Then you turn and there's a door and the stairs then go down to the basement.  I can see the stairs that go down to the basement because there's a mirror on the landing.  So as my entire body freezes in terror my eyes are glued to that mirror.  Sure enough, suddenly I can see someone!  They are standing in the stairway on the set that goes to the basement and they haven't seen me yet.  My body is frozen and my mind is frantic.  All I can think about is getting hacked to bits.  I know I'm not hiding in a closet, he'll hack it with his ax!  I can run to the front door, which is right by me but then I'm leaving the children behind!  

He hasn't seen me yet, it feels as though hours have passed while in reality I'm sure it's only moments.  The girl in the movie is hiding in the closet now.  But no!  She's not safe!  What do I DO?  Suddenly there's movement.  He's seen ME in the mirror!  I get ready to scream but the door is thrown open and he's gone.  It takes me a few moments to unfreeze and once I do I'm terrified he'll be back.  I quickly call the police and then call the parents and within 10 minutes (VERY long minutes) there's a house full of people.  

I survived that experience but it certainly ruined any desire I may have ever had for horror movies.  I don't want to hear them, see them or even see the previews.  Keep anything horror (on screen) far away from me please!  However, I can read some horror.  I'm convinced that music in the movies just makes everything WAY scarier.

Are you a big fan of horror?  Do you like to read horror and/or watch horror?  Have you had any experiences like mine?

PS. They never caught the guy who broke in but years later (I was 14 when this happened) I'm pretty sure I met him.  I could be wrong, but he sure looked like him!

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