Following in the footsteps of Foster High School, which hosted its first scary story contest last year, Showalter Middle School students had the chance this year to write and share their own spooky tales.
The winning entry, “Dark Room,” was written by Shelby Pillsbury. Read her chilling entry below.
There was a four-way tie for second place between “The Baby’s New Friend” by Ryan Flores, “The Thing in the Toilet” by Bonds Le, “Scared Sally” by Laila Asuncion and “Deep Drowning” by Joy Chen.
Third place went to Jazmine Williams for a story about an old man and a dead woman.
Read the winning entries in this year’s contest from Foster here.
By Emily Pillsbury
“Please don’t leave. I want you to stay.” I jolt myself awake. I look at my hand why is there a bruise? I grab my phone. It’s 2:45 a.m.
Where is that noise coming from? My head hurts. Everything goes from blurry to clear. I look at my phone it is 3 a.m. I drop my phone and I can’t see. Everything goes black. All I can hear is my heartbeat. Bom-bom-bom.
It fades. I see a small dot. I try to go to it, but I can’t move. The dot comes closer. I see what it is. It is a mask! It looks like a man. It starts moving. It hurts to look at it! It stops and it is staring. Right_at-me. It starts to laugh, and it turns red. I can’t see anything except its red face and pale white eyes. It throws itself on me. I CAN’T GET IT OFF OF ME! I open my eyes screaming. It’s 3:01 a.m.
I look at the camera on my phone. There is a scratch on my cheek, and it’s red. I hear my heart beat again, but it is much faster. bom-bom-bom-bom-bom. I catch my breath. I get up and go to get my phone. I grab it and look at the time. It is 3:10 a.m.
I get back in bed and pass out. I wake up and the day flies by. I try not to think about what happened. It is time to sleep. I plug in my phone. I shut my eyes. Soon I fall asleep. “ Shh… Don’t move. Don’t breath. Don’t speak. Shh…”
I open my eyes, and it is the mask again. It is red, and its pale eyes are staring at me. I try to close my eyes, but he is still there. I try to look away. He is still there! He asks me, “Can you see them?” “WHO?!” I scream back. “SHH…. You will wake them.” “Who?” Out of nowhere I see my dad and mom lying in bed. “MOM, DAD, PLEASE!” I scream.
“Silly…. They can’t hear you. No one can.“ I start to cry. Now we’re back where we started, in the back nothingness. The mask, still staring, throws itself on me again. I pull harder to get it off. I look at my hands they are blood red. I wake up in my mom and dad’s room. I crawl to them. My mom wakes up but not my dad. “What have you done! You… you… you killed him!” my mother screams. “No… no… nononono.” I wake up again, but in my bed this time.
I look at the time. It is 7:00 a.m. I run to my mom and dad’s room. There they are sound asleep. I wake them up. I tell my mom and dad what has been happening. I will never forget the first day. He came to say Hello, and sometimes… Goodbye!