A SCARY STORY I NEVER HEARD E-Book

Em Al Li

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Have you felt being knocked out, but no one believed you? Did you experience hearing those knocks at your door in the middle of the night? Have you seen or felt strangers inside your house?

Do you even notice that someone is reading this with you right now?

Leseprobe

Em Al Li

A SCARY STORY I NEVER HEARD

And Other Creepy Experiences

I was planning to nap when I heard someone asked a question. "What was your embarrassing moment?" Then I thought of the incident about the story that I never heard. Just then, I opened my eyes and asked, "Who was that?!" Who asked me? Whatever it was, I decided to get the pen and start writing these incidents that are vivid in my memories. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Awkward Words

Most of us have stories to tell-- a creepy, or just a sort of a scary story. I have had a lot of experiences of the same kind. Some I don't want to recall and some I sort to laugh on.

It is awkward to wish you to enjoy my stories, but I hope you do.

And by the way, who is that reading with you?

A Scary Story I Never Heard

 Sometime in 2014, I gave in to my husband's request. We went on a short trek with some of our friends. I was a workaholic and homebody person and was very seldom that I would go somewhere else. I even had a hard time going to malls.

We started the base camp late since we had to wait for the others. It was Friday afternoon, thus, the rush hour syndrome. We were behind the schedule that we had to camp on as soon as night fell. We were not yet at our destination but decided to change the plan anyway. 

During the bonfire, we have shots of liquors going around. I was the one pouring for them, though I was not quite sure why I did that. They started to tell spooky stories. I did not dare to share mine since I was not in the mood. My husband's cousin began telling a story that he heard during his previous hike.

The incident happened on the same mountain, and we passed through the said place. It was a story of lovers who went trekking but did not come back. Everyone was so attentive and claimed to have felt goosebumps. I was beginning to feel the vibe and decided to refrain from passing the shot glass of vodka after the last round. But something strange happened.

In the blink of an eye, I saw everyone change their positions - the girls were holding each other while the boys went silent. They suddenly looked at me. I noticed I am still holding the shot glass, which I was supposed to give to the next person.

It looked like I was the only person unaffected. I got a little uneasy and felt like the story was taking its time. I asked, "So, what happened?"

The girls sent their violent reactions as if I did something wrong. I was confused about why they all looked against knowing the full story. They looked at me, wondering. And so I did look at them with one eyebrow lifted. What's going on?

It turned out that he had finished the story. Everyone has heard it, except me. I felt they were pulling a prank on me while they thought otherwise. They would not believe that I have missed the whole story. Just then, I realized the most horrifying thing I could ever imagine.

I knocked out. I slept.

Seriously?! What a shame!. It was lame, unacceptable.

Nobody believed I was unconscious during that moment. They said I was only pretending and wanted to scare them more. They claimed I was holding the shot glass throughout the story, and there is no way I was in a daze.

The next morning, they still felt goosebumps when we passed through the cemetery. Nobody dared to tell me when I asked them about the story. Until today, I am still clueless on what happened to those lovers who trekked on that mountain. Most of all, I wonder how I managed to hold the shot glass while being asleep.

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Was I lucky because I did not hear the story? Or was it bad because someone, or something, must have blocked my sight and hearing? Anyway, we still had a great time trekking. 

She Got Chills Down Her Spine

It was Sunday at around three in the afternoon. We were at home doing the usual bonding routine: I, with the two kids and sister-in-law, and my husband just around the corner chilling. It was still sunny outside the veranda, so we settled somewhere near the door. We put up a table and gathered around it to make paper folds.

My sister-in-law, Joana, said she doesn't believe in ghosts. Though, I think she only dismisses the idea. I would not want to tell her since she is always left alone in the house during weekdays. The kids stay at my parents' house, while my husband and I usually come home at around 9 p.m. On the other hand, Joana comes back home between 2-4 p.m. I was not sure how our conversation went from jokes to creepy stories.

Joana was telling a school-based creepy story that she also heard from a friend of a friend's friend. Since I am not a fan of passed-down stories, I listened only half-heartedly. Just then, I noticed something (or someone?) at our door entrance. That was just about 4 meters behind her.

At first, it looked like a white silhouette. I took a glance quickly and noticed it was wearing a dress made of laces and net fabric. The wind was blowing the dress. I dismissed the idea that I saw something and thought it was only an illusion. After about three seconds, I noticed the white image had moved forward and was about three meters behind Joana. I pretended not to notice and acted naturally. I lowered my head to avoid seeing anything above the shoulder of the white image. I knew Joana was still talking, but I could not hear anything.

One, two, three.

"Oh my gosh, I felt goosebumps!" she said as she shivered.

I looked at her and noticed she already finished her story. She thought she felt creepy because of the story. She was rubbing her left elbow. I just smiled at her and said, "Oh, that was nothing" I told her the story was probably not true after all.

She just shrugged her shoulders while still holding her left arm. I could not tell her the real reason why she felt cold.

The image was standing at her left side. It was beside her. I panicked a little but tried my best not to show any signs of recognition. No. I can't.

One, two, three. The image was gone.

I did not dare to look around. I was afraid to see it standing beside me instead. I lowered my head again and pretended that nothing odd happened.

I did not tell anyone what I saw that day. I was afraid it would hear me and would show itself. I also did not want to scare my sister-in-law. I only told her a year after, when she was about to go back home to pursue her college degree in her hometown.

I did not dare to ask what or who was that; I would and will not. I also hope it was not here today. I would not want to experience something poking or hear any whisper, like, "Are you talking about me?"

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