Oct 22 2012
Megan’s spooky story!
UNFORGETABLE
It was halloween night and I was with my friends waiting for our lift home, we were going back to my place for a sleepover. After a while my Dad pulled up in his Audi (what a relief).
It was pitch black outside so we coudn’t see a thing but on our way back I could just make out the turn for my house but Dad kept driving, I pointed out that he had missed the turn but he just replyed”oh yeah”with a dead tone in his voice.
I was starting to feel a bit nervous.I turned around to my friends and explained that he was probably trying to scare us and that he would turn around soon and start laughing. We started to play along with dad’s little trick.
Suddenly the car came to an abrupt stop. I asked were we going home now but he turned around and asked us calmly to get out of the car.
That’s when I noticed how dead he looked and his eyes looked so empty. We obeyed him straight away with no resistance. We stepped out into the cold dark air under the dim light of the moon,
I huddled up close to my friends for warmth. All of a sudden Dad started screaming and chasing us, in the distance I could see the stone house. We ran for our lives, we didn’t dare look back.
We made it to the dilapatated ghost house (or that’s what we call it). We ran to the door and took out our torches and turned around Dad was out of sight. We were extremely terrified. Our only choice was to actually enter the house. Inside there was an awful stench and low mutters and whispers could be heard.
We sat down in a circle, we were all thinking the same thing, there was something wrong with Dad. We thought for awhile but I couldn’t concentrate because the scene was so eerie. By the time we had started to think, the voices in the room were getting more like shrieks, we were home alone in a ghost house. We had now come to the conclusion that Dad was probaly possessed.
We had to find Dad and get rid of the demon, we got up slowly and walked to the door I pulled down the handle to find it locked. Again the shrieks turned to evil cackles. We screamed! We began to see where the voices were coming from slowly ghosts were forming in the darkness coming out of the walls and the furniture. I didn’t see it until it dragged me outside, I could see a black figure standing at the end of the field, it was too faraway but I knew it was staring at me. I screamed at it hoping it was Dad and not the demon. I could see it approaching me slowly as he got closer I saw that it was the demon in my fathers body.
I started to sprint back to the house with my dad following close behind. I called to my friends to get some of the furniture from the house and then beat the demon out of my Dad. They came out with wooden chairs. We started whacking my Dad, he screamed and whimpered.
That’s when we made the mistake. We continued to hit him. After we stopped I looked down at my fathers limp body, I blacked out at the sight of death!!!!