The Boy and the ClownThe voice speaks to himThe Boy and the Clown6 years ago in Spooky Stories
The poor little kid
It's cursed him forever
Of it he'll never be rid
The voice comes from his doll
His Fella plushy
That's dressed as a clown
With a smile of insanity
It speaks to the child
Tells him to do horrid things
On Halloween night
Terror it brings
The Fella turned to him
Saying its time to kill
Instructing the boy
That his family's blood he will spill
The boy begged for mercy
But the doll told him no
Said there was evil inside him
And its time for it to show
The boy asked sadly
Will this set me free?
The clown faced Fella laughed
And said maybe we'll see
So the boy picked up his blade
he held it tight
as he snuck behind his father
Stabbing with all his might
Then he found his brother
With time to spare
The brother's scream was silenced
As the knife cut through the air
His boy was doing just fine
At this rate
They'd all be dead in no time
In the corner he hid
The darkness he did sit
And when his mother walked by
He cut her up bit by bit
Scream and dreamTrick or Treat I hear them screamScream and dream6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Eyes emitting a monstrous gleam
Imagining all that lay ahead
Toil and Trouble and full of dread
Dressed in costumes filled with fright
Ghouls and witches roam the night
Fella stalks the streets so dark
Enjoying Hallows ritual lark
Hiding behind every tree
Yelling BOO to all that see
His costume made of blood and bone
A mask unique that was his own
A cackled laugh and eerie sound
of words he spoke to children found
With bags of candy in their grasp
Dropping all to hear his rasp
Trick or Treat its time for bed
To eat some candy and rest your head
Toil and trouble screech and scream
Tonight was only just a dream
A Haunting ReflectionAt first, I thought it was just a trick, some cosmic joke set up by my friends. That would be the logical solution. Any minute, I would turn around and see Fella dressed in one of those screamer costumes. The one with the plastic masks and a pump built into the sleeve so one can make blood drip down their face. At least, that's what I was hoping.A Haunting Reflection6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Then, I decided that wasn't possible. Everything in the house was flipped, like I was looking at a mirror version of it. I kept hearing noises and voices, a worried man and a distraught woman. Maybe I was just being haunted by a ghost. It wasn't logical but it was possible. I believed in that kind of stuff. And it could be easily dealt with by an exorcism or maybe I had to cross them over, like life had been turned into some messed up version of Ghost Whisperer.
A haunting would have been too simple though. I realized that as I walked in my bathroom and looked into the mirror. Everything was right in the mirror, the way it should have been. Ex
A Monster - Changed Forever A scream pierced through the night.A Monster - Changed Forever6 years ago in Spooky Stories
He was a monster.
It terrified the poor creature.
It was just as he thought; just what he had hoped wouldn't be so.
His reflection it was no longer normal.
Blood trailed down the sides of his mouth and dropped gently to the floor.
Fresh PaintCrimson paint, dripping, flowing,Fresh Paint6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Shone with light of red eyes glowing,
Paints a haunted canvas near
The corpse of someone you hold dear
Each horrid stroke is trademark of
A disembodied, blood-stained glove
Its master working late at night,
To bring you gifts of death and fright
Glowing of an aura blue,
The ghostly painter grins at you
Locked within his gruesome stare,
You're helpless to escape his lair
Tattered beret upon his head,
The floating phantom reeks of dead
A threadbare smock, aged and soiled,
Reveals how his victims toiled
For when this fearsome ghoul's in need,
He simply makes his prisoners bleed
He'll drain their rich and ruby hue,
And refresh his cursed palette anew
As he reaches for his knife,
You feel your carcass drain of life,
How did this grave doom come to be?
Long ago, one night, on Hallow's Eve
Clad as a well-known artist deceased,
Poor Fella becomes the demon's release
For, affronted by the masquerade,
The soul decides to make a trade
There's Scissors in My ThroatIt was the night of Halloween,There's Scissors in My Throat6 years ago in Spooky Stories
A night loved by most,
A night to get candy, hang with friends,
And perhaps see a ghost.
The moon was out
And the wind sent out a chill.
Two girls were walking by,
One with a mind that could kill.
"Worst Halloween ever," Amanda said,
Holding her jester dressed fella doll.
"Why do you say that?" Jesse asked,
The weight of her candy ready to make her fall.
"It's cold, I'm tired, And this is boring.
No one is out and there's no one around.
The night is starting to creep me out-."
Amanda paused. "Hey, what's that sound?"
Jesse looked back and then grinned.
"Maybe it's the ghost of Anna Croat.
They say she comes out on Halloween,
And shoves scissors down your throat."
Amanda clutched her fella tighter.
"Stop trying to scare me,
You know I freak out easily."
The breeze only grew stronger,
The sharp wind ripped through their hair.
Amanda grabbed her arms as she shivered,
Whispers in the wind giving her a bit of a scare.
"Let's just go home," Jesse said at last,
This spooky fearWe all are in our beds and all we hear is knocking in the door two times. Loraine gets up to get the door, but even before we could, we heard loud, board-creaking footsteps coming from downstairs. Everyone gathers to the door because we all heard it, and we want to know what was going on. We all fought to make someone go downstairs, until one of the eldest Loraine decided to finally go. We waited for ten minutes, but when we called her name, we heard the smashing of branches of the trees against the window, like the sound of nails on a chalk board. Their was only four of us, and one was already gone. We decided that Frank would go because I had to stay her, with my little sister, Emily. But when we called Frank's name and he didn't answer, we knew we had to do something, we had to run and find my parents. But when we reached the room they were gone. Emily and I ran down the stairs, and we ran to the door, but it wouldn't open. It would open, as if someone were to hold it from the otherThis spooky fear6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Flying Fancies"Phillip! Talk to me."Flying Fancies6 years ago in Spooky Stories
"No, no...I can't," Phil shook his head, long black hair sweeping around his shoulders. "I've been betrayed so many times."
Ellie had known from the start that Phillip was a lone wolf, a shadow in a world of light, but she had thought their love would overcome anything. But now, holding an empty bottle in her hand, the glass against her forehead, Ellie wasn't sure.
"Phil, please," she whispered. The couch creaked as he shifted, the trenchcoat shivering around him like wings. "What could be so bad? I already know what you are."
She had startled him and his black eyebrows arched up over his porcelain skin face, all movements stilling. He did not breathe. More proof.
Ellie swallowed hard, but there was no going back now. "I know you're a vampire."
Phil blinked. One long sweep of graceful eyelashes down over the gray irises the kind of gray that could have been green, but wasn't.
"I've kept it a secret," Ellie hurried to explain, unnerved by the
FurbiesBlood dripped from its blunt beak as its stares upon the pool of blood of the 5th naive victim, where its reflection lies. A small fluffy blood drenched creature with sharply pointed ears pointing to the black night sky, a rounded blunt beak with a razor sharp edge slicing through flesh, small yellow bird feet with retracted claws only ever shown in the millisecond of enclosing death of their victim. Piercing wide eyes locked upon their prey, their colours of fur ranging in many colours of the rainbow, luring tactic for the people unsuspecting of their nature. This luring tactic hasn't worked since the first time their name was known across the world, their name uttered many a time. Human kind has discovered a greater enemy than terrorists.....THE FURBY!Furbies6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Bitter and twisted from neglect of children leaving them to die and deteriorate in cupboards and under beds. They twittered a vow of terror upon the world, a shade of red poisoning the rivers and oceans.
Where is your Furby? Its only a
A Halloween PandemicPeople shrieked in fear, running in blind terror as far away from Fella as they could, clutching desperately at miniature bottles of Purell. Tears coursed uselessly down their faces, swallowed by the folds of their costumes. The wind howled around the terrified Halloweeners, whipping viciously at any exposed skin and rattling through the empty branches of the trees. Fella continued on, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him. He smiled brightly, mistaking it as part of the Halloween cheer. His small plastic pumpkin swung lightly in his hands, eager to be filled with any nearby Halloween candy.A Halloween Pandemic6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Yet it seemed as if there was no candy to be found. He tried every doorbell, but to no avail. Neighbors peered anxiously through gaps in closed curtains when they thought he wasn't looking, quickly turning off their front lights as soon as they saw him approaching.
After six candy-less streets of trick-or-treating, Fella sighed heavily and gave up. He trudged back down the street
Fella's CostumeDusk falls as the sky lights fade,Fella's Costume6 years ago in Spooky Stories
As magic and witchery begin their escapade.
The gates of magica let loose this night,
All but one fella who is in a big plight.
Red, blue, yellow and green,
Colours too bright for halloween.
He cries in frustration and flops on the bed,
Only to discover the perfect outfit.
He smiles in glee and looks in the mirror,
This is perfect, now I just need some glitter.
He sprinkles in on and finally, he's done.
Trick or treating, here I come!
He saunters out as happy as can be,
And knocks on the spooky door on lane number three.
Out comes a lady, dressed as a witch,
She laughs at this stranger, till she has a stitch.
My dear boy, this is halloween
And I'm not saying this to be mean.
But whoever heard of anyone, on halloween to boot,
Dressing in a rainbow patterned fairy princess suit?
The Fella: A Halloween TaleOne All-Hallow's-Eve so dreary, I did homework, bored and weary,The Fella: A Halloween Tale6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Over many a heavy volume of biology and lore
While I studied, still and sleepy, I felt a presence, close and creepy
As if someone had come to greet me, greet me sitting at my chore
"'Tis just a dream," I muttered, "So sleepy and about to snore
Only this and nothing more."
But a devil-beast appearing in my work soon interfering,
Straight it wheeled my desk chair in front of laptop and Explorer
Then upon the cushion sinking, Fe'la betook himself to linking
Webpage unto webpage, winking as he led me to procrastination's door
Will this fiend so costumed leave me study anymore?
Quoth the Fella, "Nevermore."
That Demon Fella, never jaunting, still is haunting, still is haunting,
On the closed lid of the laptop that is sitting on my floor;
And his eyes they are compelling me to never sleep, impelling
And my desk-light o'er him felling, as I browse through dA's store
And my soul from out that website tha
Fella's Scariest CostumeIt was the scariest of all nights when little Fella crept from his bed. To his horror he saw ghosts and ghouls and things outside, all searching for a taste of sweet Fella flesh. Spartans and cats (and quite a few Spartan Cats) were groaning restlessly in Fella's Meme Graveyard; a few Failtrolls were tapping on the windows, squabbling amongst themselves about Gothicism, and art-thieves were sliding down the chimney, browsers already set to Google.Fella's Scariest Costume6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Fella shivered, overwhelmed by all these terrifying sights.
"How am I going to get out of here?"
Suddenly struck by an idea, he dashed to his closet and pulled things out at random. A cannibal, blood dripping down serrated razor fangs? Fella paused. Being a robotic cat was pretty nifty most of the time, but it definitely had its drawbacks. Besides, Murk would kill him. How about a zombie: skin green and an awkward, shambling gait? No. Too much like Stykera on a Monday morning. How about...
Pulling his costume out of the clos
Fella Goes Trick-or-TreatingFella had spent the best part of the day making a costume which consisted of a long, velvet cape which he kept falling over, a trident and two plastic devil horns that slotted over his pointed ears.Fella Goes Trick-or-Treating6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Catching sight of the full moon outside, Fella went over to his bedroom mirror to examine his handy work. CLUNK! Fella fell over backwards with fright, landing on his backside. Shaking, he slowly lifted his head to see if the terrifying creature was still there. To his surprise, he found that it was also shaking in fright and had also fallen onto the floor. While he had the chance, Fella made a dash for the front door, snatching up his pumpkin basket as he went.
Looking down the street, Fella saw that the first house was a big, scary mansion.
"I dare you!" shouted a group of children, also on a trick-or-treat expedition. Puffing out his chest, Fella accepted the challenge and marched up the winding steps to the imposing door.
Knock, knock. Fella stood with his pumpkin basket outstretched, w
Horror and StrifeMarching, laughing, shrieking,Horror and Strife6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Riding a blue-black horse.
Around the corner, galloping,
Fella chooses his course.
The skeletal trees point fingers;
The wind whispers in his ear.
And the burnt flesh on his cheeks,
Is enough to inspire fear.
A cackle rips from his throat;
He wields a blood-soaked knife.
Though he appears just once a year,
He's remembered for horror and strife.
His bones tear through his skin,
As he leaves a broken town.
And the victims slaughtered tonight,
Are waiting to be found.
CinderFella -A Backwards Tale-Fella woke up happy knowing that tonight was the last Ball of the month. If he didn't show up in a great costume, he would hear about it forever! Gathering what was needed from the shop, Fella called up the Llamas to see if they'd participate. Of course, they wouldn't say no.CinderFella -A Backwards Tale-6 years ago in Spooky Stories
The Halloween Ball started off in a grand style. Fella dressed as... a pumpkin. The Llamas arrived as mice thinking their costumes were the greatest. They were proud of their work.
As they partied, the clock began to chime midnight.
Fella realized he had to work the next day at deviantART. He and the Llamas headed home, when the chime ended on twelve, something funny started to happen. There was a feeling of dread as they passed out.
When they awoke, they heard talking and horse hooves, but no idea what was going on. Fella felt as if a heavy weight was upon him, the Llamas felt as if their feet were made of lead. When they began to focus in, it was too late.
Fella had turned into an orange pumpkin shaped carriage
tick tock tick tockTick tock, tick tock,tick tock tick tock6 years ago in Spooky Stories
The old Grandfather clock echoed down the long hallway.
The lights went off.
In the dead of the night all that could be heard,
Tick tock, tick tock.
What is going on Mombeam jumped up from her seat, she was sure she heard a knock coming from inside the old grandfather clock.
TICK tap TOCK, TICK tap TOCK
The closer she got, the louder it became.
Stopping at the foot of the old Grandfather clock it stood ajar.
Creekkkkkkkkkkkkk the door opened.
With glowing eyes fella cat fell out, Mombeam bent down to pick it up, only to come face to face with Fella witch.
Screaming Mombeam fell back on her butt.
Hiding out of sight two little girls giggle.
( three hours before )
A young Chix0r skipped down the street her best friend Moonbeam13 at her side.
The two girls laughed and giggled about the fun time they were going to have dressing their fella's.
Moonbeam13 being a little witch knew hers would be wearing a long black cape, tall po
Fella's Halloween tale "Why hello there! My name is Fella." The strange, yet familiar creature called, from across the graveyard. "Would you like to hear my stories?"Fella's Halloween tale6 years ago in Spooky Stories
I wasn't sure what to say. It was odd. Here I stood, in my zombie costume, talking to some sort of being dressed up as what I'd assume to be.. Vango? But still I felt as if I knew him, and was drawn in to listen to his tales.
"Wonderful!" He exclaimed. "But first, what might your name be?" Fella asked very sincerely.
"M...My name is.. May..." I spat out, at a loss for breath. I was so nervous, yet so excited as well!
"Well, it's nice to meet you, May! Now, pick a number between one and five!" He said, his voice deepening slightly.
I was very confused, what did numbers have to do with the story? In my mind, I started to regret not running away as my friends
Fella Halloween ContestPreparing for Halloween nightFella Halloween Contest6 years ago in Spooky Stories
He was already wearing the corns and the fake demon tail
It was not far from midnight
When Fella sat next to the window
There were not many people on the streets
The dark has rich us all
Frightening even without us to know
"Why I'm shivering?" he wonders
An orange light comes from the corner of his eye
Curiosity overwhelms him
"Why not investigate in such a lovely night?"
Crows were giving their usual opera
Teasing Fella's emotions
He felt like something was coming
An electrifying feeling was all over his body
He walked and walked and walked
It started with a song, barely a whisper
The light was getting brighter
Until the path ended in a crowd
There were screams
There were laughs
There were songs
There were dances
And there in the middle of a crowd,
A red crowd
A demon crowd,
In a throne of skulls and bones
On the top of a platform lift by his devouts
The very devil sitting with royal dignity
He lifted his hand
Candles were out and so the laughs
Halloween RoutineWitches will fly,Halloween Routine6 years ago in Spooky Stories
Black cats will screech their eerie cry.
Monsters and ghosts will roam the streets,
While children collect their treats.
Trolls try to blend in,
With the Fella costumes, wearing a big wide grin.
Vampires in form of bats,
Crawl through the town like rats.
Werewolves howl's echo through the night,
The underworld is coming to life tonight.
This is their routine,
Easy-Bake Oven"I can't remember," she said.Easy-Bake Oven6 years ago in Spooky Stories
"Not even a bit?"
"Of course not," she responded, strangely gleeful. Debra Parker sat back and watched the child intently as she rocked back and forth. She held a plushie dressed up as a pumpkin in her hands.
"The fire, Fella. Such pretty colors, Fella," she murmured, stroking the plushie.
The child was pale. Her hair hardly contrasted to the tone of her skin, making her look even sicklier. Parker flipped through the file she had been given. Margaret O'Hara, it read.
"Margaret, is it? That's a pretty name," Parker half-smiled before continuing, "Margaret, can you tell me where you got those bruises?"
Silence. The rocking stopped.
Parker's brows furrowed.
Parched lips curved into a smile, "Walls bursting. Framework flying."
Her dark eyes danced, "Lashes singed. Hair seared. Flesh charred."
Silence fell upon them once more.
Parker's phone rang, causing her heart to jump. She sat there for a moment, bewildered, her phone stil
Ghost GirlI'm psychically blind.Ghost Girl6 years ago in Spooky Stories
But I'm not deaf. In our house in Bremerton, Washingtin, there was a sound I wouldn't point out if you were sitting there with me. I'd wait until you sat up straight and stared around, trying to locate the source of the noise. Then I'd ask you what you've heard, and I'd know if it's the same thing, because it had a very peculiar note.
It was the sound of a little girl, weeping. She cried to herself, up in the attic, with a very personal weak sob. Turns out there was a little girl died in the house back in the '40's - from tuberculosis, I think -- when she was 10 or 12. Her family went away or died, and she sat up there and cried for them. or so it seemed.
She wasn't very strong. She couldn't even manifest much of a vision. One friend -- who is anything but psychically blind -- saw one thin little raggedy arm waving reflected in the bedroom mirror. A couple of months ago, Nearest saw it too, even though he'd never been told about it. I'm a little jealous -- even o