Scare Me Silly Hallowe'en Contest

That's right...I want to be frightened out of my gourd. Make me lose sleep, please.

I want to run screaming from my keyboard by the stories you write.

It's time once again to sharpen your pencils and put your mind on the macabre, the horrible slithering abominations which haunt your dreams. Write them up and enter them into the;

Scare Me Silly Halloween Contest

The rules are simple...

*any story written by you as a member of ATS , in any form or type, which is in the spirit of Hallowe'en.

*No less than 500 words, please.

*Three (3) entries per member (Long stories which exceed character limits and require more than one post are considered one (1) story)

*Contest ends on October 31 at midnight EST

*Winners will be announced ASAP (could take awhile, depending how afraid the stories make us.

*First Place: 15,000 ATS points
Second Place: 10,000 ATS points
Third Place: 5,000 ATS points

*Please include (SMSHC) in the title.

*Limit (3) three entries per member.





[edit on 13-9-2006 by masqua]

hooray, ive been getting bored and need something to stimulate whats left of my grey matter. Sounds like good scary fun.

Btw whats halloween?

It's that distant sound of thunder when the wind falls and the skies darken.
It's the creaking door, the darkness in your closet and the gleam of red eyes.

It's the slithering horror you make up for fun.

Bwuahahahahah ha ha *hack* *cough* *wheeze* *urk*

Coolio. I've got the itch to write, I just hope I have the time to do so.

It's NOT just horror. Could be suspense scares someone. Damn, I might write about marraige, THAT'S SCARY!

I'm gonna love this if only I can find the time.

Masqua......BOO

ACK!!!

Geez, go easy on this old ... erm...

never mind

Well, it's only a matter of 50 days before the contest ends (which is a bit tight,I agree) but I hope you'll find a bit of spare time to 'put the scare' into me

scare me silly halloween contest


The Police cruiser slammed to a halt in front of the Church. It was a call that had dispatch screaming down the airwaves, and every officer dreaded hearing.
"All units we have multiple officers down, I repeat we have multiple officers down at 3045 Creech way - all units respond".
Only three units had been unavailable, and they were booking in some juveniles caught trying to set fire to the dumpster behind an old garage. Their petty vandalism was keeping 4 officers busy, when their fellow brothers needed them most.
The scene was a blood bath. The priest lay pinned to the door by a crude spear through the shoulder, his large cruxifix buried deep into his groin. His eyes flicked to the officer, and he let out a primevil scream, a scream of sheer terror.
"You must burn them with fire! Fire! Burn them or you will..." his voice petered off into the darkness as blood filled his mouth. he died with a whimper and a slow gurgling sound..
It was carnage. But no bodies. Blood filled every inch of the church floor, bullet shells lain scattered around, with sprays of blood indicating a weapon had hit a target.
"Maz, where the hell are the bodies? and for the love of God what is that!?"
High above them a body swung in the rafters. It was all the officers could do to stop vomiting at the crime scene.
"Damn ripped his throat out clean.. We need back up!"

The radio ripped into life.

"Unit 44 at location of arson. I have found 6 bodies, burnt real bad, in the dumpster... Fire fighters are removing them for the coroner now.."

They looked at each other as a group. The Church doors slammed shut. Again the radio ripped into life. It was no voice, only deep guteral screams of terror.
"Get out! get out of the church their coming back for you! Get... aaarrrghhh no! PLEASE NOOOO!"

The officers all drew their weapons up to face the door.

"This is bad Maz - hell of a piece of work to do on halloween night.. really hit the fan this time buddy!"

"Incoming!"

The doors slammed open, and the Officers poured bullets at the shapes in the shadows.... Then a hand gripped Maz by the shoulder.

"Honey, Honey your having a nightmare again, wake up!" He looked around the room, lit only by the fading light of the october day.

"Dam that dream was crappy... Damn dreaming of vampires and killer kids at this stupid time of the year!" His wife looked into his eyes, kissed him on the forehead, and stood up. 2no trick or treating for you tonight trooper!" she looked serene stood by the bed.
"Hey you know what, i'll go fix a meal for you before you go to work." She turned to leave, holding the door handle.
"Oh before you get up, some friends are here to see you." Opening the door, four small figures stood framed in the light.
"Thought you could escape by waking up did you? Bitch, your gonna die real slow for that one."

The last thing he felt was blood welling up in his throat, the last things he saw were the cruxifix rammed into his groin, and the slow serene smile as his wife walked out of the door..

Please don't.

Perhaps the "benefits" of, but ... [shudders]

This IS for scary stories Not horror flicks!?

I love the idea, whether it be Hallowe'en, Halloween, All Hallowed's Eve, All Saints and Souls Day .... or whatever.

I say bring on the scare tales, folks.

Come one , Come many ... tell your tale and reap the "benny".

benny = points and acknowledgement for your effort.

Hey Masqua, I read that article, and I think that the residents of Hell Town ought to react to the teens by acting out the Legends.
No one goes there actually expecting to find what they read about, so it'd be awesome to see their faces when they find it.

As to the contest, it'll be hard, but I've been waiting for this one all year. I shan't dissapoint.

D4rk Knight... if you wish to enter what you've written, you can copy/paste your story and enter it as a new thread in the Short Stories subForum...

www.abovetopsecret.com...

and make sure you add (SMSHC) into the title, so we know that it's a contest entry.

masqua
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The first entry is in da house...

[edit on 12-9-2006 by masqua]

You ask for it, now you're gonna get it and I don't wanna hear any crybaby ^%$#!!!!

Was that ^%$#!!!! the sweet gurgling sound of a happy baby being tickled?

Cuz I am tickled pink...

Scare me, whaaa, scare me until the blood drains from my cheeks...

I double dog dares ya

oh my Masqua, you were just the 11 reply in 111th view spooky!!!

I'm looking forward to this contest, I love the whole scary, horror, suspense genre of writing and can't wait to see what you guys come up with

I wish I'd planned that (hee hee hee)



And what, dear ww, makes you think you're off the hook for a story?

I'd sure like to read about Kali being sated on the blood of helpless screaming victims.

But, that's up to you...

However, there is absolutely no reason the Amigos, or mods or supermods can't enter a story here. I'm sure looking forward to intrepid's spellbinding tale of *eeee!!!* marriage *ack*.

Yep... It really happened!

This happened back in the early 1980s. I was stationed in Japan.

Parts of Japan are very modern with bright colorful city lights and tons of people traveling in all directions. Taxis and bikes crowd sidewalks as cars try to negotiate. Ultra modern computers ... sushi ... Mt. Fuji ... those are what many people think of when it comes to japan. However, there is another part of Japan. Old. Traditional. Country. And dare I say a bit musty and gloomy.

One day, my girlfriends and I decided to try to take the train from Sagami-Depot down to the old capital near the sea, Kamakura. It was an adventure for us. None of us spoke Japanese very well however along the way we found plenty of school children who were tickled pink to practice the English they were learning in school. We had no trouble finding Kamakura.

We spent the overcast day in the old temple of the Great Buddah and in the surrounding town. The temple structure had been washed away by a tsunami many years prior and so just the Great Buddah stood. His very large sandles were on a wall nearby for the faithful to view. Where the old temple stood and all through the town were many old statues of tigers and dragons. Colorful bird statues also abounded. The town wasn't like any American town you have ever been in. It was old and almost shanty style. It was also overgrown with vegetation and musty.

Use your imagination -- Old town. Foreign language. LOTS of overgrowth. Overcast skys. Musty. Now add that the fog came rolling in off the ocean as the sun was setting.

At this point we tried to find our way back to the train station. But we were lost. As we were looking for the train station we walked past a very old cemetary that was nestled in some overhanging trees. It was dark. It smelled musty. It was foggy. And it was VERY inviting. So we forgot about looking for the train and we decided to look at the old cemetary.

As we walked in, we remembered that it was Festival of the Dead time. August. No one was in the 1/4 acre cemetary - no one that is except one very old man and a pure white cat. Both were sitting on a large rock in the middle of the cemetary. As we walked up to him we said hello in English. He answered in English. He asked (in perfect English) what we were doing in the cemetary. We explained everything to him and we said that we felt invited in to respectfully look at the old cemetary. At this, he pointed to three graves on the side of the cemetary. They had just been 'cleaned' and candles left - as was the custom for the living to honor their dead ancestors during that festival. I asked if he thought it would be okay for me to take a picture. He said certainly, so I turned to take the picture. My two friends did the same.

When we turned back (all of 5 seconds later), the man was gone. His cat was still there; looking at us. We definately thought that was very strange.

We eventually found the train and had a great chat on the way home. We all marveled at our spectacular adventure. I then commented that it was amazing to find an old Japanese man in the cemetary who spoke such perfect English. And, I noted to them, it was with a New England accent. At this, my friend from Georgia said 'no, it was perfect English with my home Georgia accent'. And then my friend from Ohio looked at us both and said ... 'no, it was definately a midwwestern accent'.

YIKES! Looks like we had spoken to a ghost and we had each heard his voice; not only in our own language, but in our own accents as well - during the festival of the dead!



[edit on 9/12/2006 by FlyersFan]

FlyersFan... if you wish to enter what you've written, you can copy/paste your story and enter it as a new thread in the Short Stories subForum...

www.abovetopsecret.com...

and make sure you add (SMSHC) into the title, so we know that it's a contest entry.

masqua

OH .. okay. Sorry. Thought it was to be here. My bad!
Forgive me! I'm old!!

Three stories in 50 days...I better get a move on it

No problem, FlyersFan...and, as to your age...it's never a detriment. You have just had the opportunity to experience more horrible things in your life and, because of that, have an definite edge over the youngsters.

However, they have watched Scary Movie I, II and III more times than we have watched Gilligans Island.

Okay, I submitted the same one I submit every year. LOL. It's my annual ATS halloweeny-story.