In a town somewhere, there was a school. One particular child, with bags under his eyes, was picked on a lot by his school mates. They called him names, the most common one being “Zombie”. It didn’t help he lived near a grave yard.
One day when he was walking home from school, he noticed something odd in a lake nearby. There was a chest in the shape of a coffin floating in the lake. The lake also had a nick name. It was called the lake of the dead because it ran through the grave yard, and it gave of awful smells, and was a sickly green. Curious the boy picked it up and examined, washing of seaweed and mud. He opened it and took out the contents, which was a thick, yellow paged book. He shoved the book into his bag, and he went back on his way, not opening the book until he was locked in his room. It was full of scary stories, which made him shiver and question every bump he heard that night.
The next day when he went to school, he was met by some bullies. “Haha, look it’s zombie!” One of them called. “Tell us a scary story!” Another mocked. The boy smiled.
“Alright” he agreed, and he recited a story out of the book. It was a story of how a wife who had been rejected by her husband, and murdered him by a lake, and then killed herself, and if you were to stand near a lake at the stroke of midnight, you’d see her, and if she saw you, she would confuse you for her husband and pull you into the depths of the water to your death. At the end of the story, the bullies were laughing, ridiculing it, and the boy just smiled, and continued on with his day.
One of the bullies, who had heard the story, had been caught with so many things, that they had not been able to return home until late. Unfortunately he was passing a river, and his clocked beeped midnight. He nervously looked toward the river, and he saw a ghostly figure, singing a tune to herself in a torn dress, with a knife in her hand. Without making a sound he ran straight past, and she didn’t see him.
He reported the incident to his friends at school the next day, and they demanded another story from the boy with the bags under his eyes. He smiled triumphantly (one would notice the bags under his eyes had gotten darker and bigger), and recited another story he’d read the previous night. This one though was about a woman who was so pretty, that all the other woman were jealous of her. Late at night when she was sewing, a group of ladies barged in with various weapons. The pretty lady did not put up a fight, and she was thrown into a mirror, which shattered and killed her. The pretty lady’s soul, which was hungry for revenge trapped herself into mirrors, and as each of her attackers examined themselves in the mirror, seeing how beautiful they were, she strangled them. The boy concluded the story by saying if you were a female who recently attacked another female severely because of looks, when you look into the mirror, seeing how beautiful you were, a pair of hands would come out of the mirror and strangle you.
One of the female bullies was having a sleep over with another one of the female bullies, and they were joking about cosmetics, when one of them turned violent and slapped the other because she was jealous. They joked it off, but when the attacker looked in the mirror the next morning, a pair of ghostly hands came out, and latched themselves onto the girl’s throat. The friend pulled the mirror away and smashed it, which made the hands vanish, which left the other girl gasping desperately for her breath. When they got to school that day they told the rest of the bullies, and like the other day they demanded another story from the boy with bags under his eyes (which have now grown extremely big, and where extremely dark). He smiled again, stating simply that this would be the last story he told to them. They agreed, and he recited one last story out of his book. This one was about a bunch of campers who kicked one of their fellow campers out of the campsite, and left him to die in the wild. When the campers came back to the site at a later date, a mist covered the area, and the campers swore they heard laughing coming from every direction. Then their tent was cut down, and they were all killed, the last thing they remembered were two red lights receding into the darkness, and the figure of the camper they left behind. The boy didn’t add anything else to the conclusion of his story, and he kindly asked for the bullies to leave him alone, still smiling. The bullies nodded and went off.
For days nothing happened to the bullies’ surprise, and they forgot about the last story, telling themselves that the previous occurrences had just been hallucinations.
A week later they all decided to go camping, and for the sake of getting more scary stories, they asked the boy with bags under his eyes to go. They decided to go camping in the woods, near a lake. They all set up, and soon a mist started to form, they all thought it was because of the lake. They continued on with their camp and the mist got thicker and thicker, it almost became choking. They were huddled in their tent when they recalled the final story. At that moment they heard laughing, but the boy with the bags under his eyes was missing, so they thought he was just playing a prank. Suddenly a scythe cut through the tent, bringing it down, they all screamed. They looked around and they couldn’t see anything.
“I told you it would be your final story” An eerie voice cackled, and the boy with the bags under his eyes appeared, except it wasn’t quite him. His eyes had turned black except for 2 red pupils, and his skin had turned a sickly colour. In one hand he held a scythe, and in another he held the book he had found not so long ago. The bullies were so scared they couldn’t scream, and he cut them down silently. The last thing they saw before they left the world of the living, was two red lights, receding into the darkness.
"Time to add more stories!" A powdery voice wheezed, and the boy looked at his book.
"Of course! Let's find them!" He agreed, smiling like a lunatic, as he disappeared into the fog.
The boy with the bags under his eyes, was never seen again. How ever, when there is a horror story in the making, a being with glowing red eyes and a scythe, is always writing down what's happening in a dusty old, yellow paged book.