She could hear Jenna breathing on the far side of the room-a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running. It was a mind trick the all-nighter was catching up with her. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her roommate. The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. With a dramatic sigh, she rose and climbed the stairs slowly to her third-floor dorm room. It was two o’clock, when she realized that she’d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went downstairs to study. She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Something on the wall caught her eye written on the wall was a message in blood… Skinned… and dangling lifeless, a pool of blood had formed on the bathroom tile with a continuous ‘drip, drip, drip’ as the blood from the dog slowly spattered on the floor. There, hanging from the shower rod was Scout. Groping along the side of the wall with her left hand, looking for the light switch, she flicked the light on and gasped. She crept along the side of the hallway and walked into the bathroom. The dripping wasn’t coming from the kitchen so it must be from the bathroom. A little mad at this point, she jumped out of bed. She stuck her hand under the bed and felt the dog lick her hand. “This is silly,” she told herself “I’m probably just imagining things.” That surely wasn’t the source of the drip. She walked downstairs into the kitchen and secured the taps. As she was about to stick her hand under the bed, she heard a drip, drip, drip, followed by some footsteps. An hour or so later she sat up in bed…She had heard footsteps in the hallway and crept out of bed to see if it was possibly just her parents returning from their party. She stuck her hand under her bed and felt her dog’s slobbery tongue cross over the palm of her hand. She eyed the window and reminded herself that the whole house was locked and she was safe. A short while later she awoke to the sound of a scratching noise at her bedroom window.
Before closing her eyes she reached her hand down under the bed, and allowed her dog to lick it- she did this every night because it comforted her. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom and slid under the big, warm blanket on her bed. So, Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o’clock that it was time for bed. Lily reassured herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog and that her parents would be home shortly, anyway.
She went from window to window and locked each of them one at a time. With her dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors.
#SCARY STORIES TO TELL IN THE DARK CAST LOU LOU WINDOWS#
It advised that people secure all windows and doors as a safety precaution. Turning on the radio to her favorite station, she was surprised to hear a news bulletin declaring that an avenged murderer was on the loose. She made herself something to eat and sat down at the kitchen table. This was fine with Lily, especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, protecting her throughout the night.
One night a young girl, Lily Foster, is left alone for the night, in her country house, while her parents drove out to town for a party. The trouble with urban legends is most of them are steeped in truth…īut where does the truth end… and where does the story begin?Ĭan you “up” the scare factor and make them more believable…more terrifying?īelow are just a few samples of some of the best ghost stories I’ve come across: Drip Drip Drip: I’ve put together a short list of my favorite urban legends and scary stories to tell in the dark for you to share with your own family. The night grows dark, the flames lay low and begin to smolder, uneven light flickers and shadows slither across otherwise familiar faces… there is no better way to pass the time.
It always ended with my uncle telling us to “sleep tight…” which of course, I was never able to.įall is an incredible time to be outdoors and the perfect time to tell ghost stories. I can’t count how many nights I spent huddled around a campfire deep in the Piney Woods National Forest of east Texas, listening to the scary stories and urban legends that turned darker the lower the fire burned. The following post Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark was first published on Total Survival
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