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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 10/30/2023
The Legend Of The Lost Boy
Born 2010, M, from Jackson , Mississippi, United StatesThe Legend of the Lost Boy
It was Halloween night, and Jake was excited to go trick-or-treating with his friends. He had been looking forward to this night for weeks, and he had the perfect costume: a zombie pirate. He put on his eye patch, his fake beard, and his torn clothes, and grabbed his candy bag. He met up with his friends at the corner of his street, and they set off to collect as much candy as they could.
They went from house to house, ringing doorbells and shouting “Trick or treat!” They got chocolates, candies, gummies, and even some money from some generous neighbors. Jake was having the time of his life, and he didn’t want the night to end.
But as the clock struck twelve, he realized that he had to go home soon. His parents had told him to be back by midnight, or else he would be grounded for a week. He decided to make one last stop at the old mansion at the end of the street. He had always been curious about that place, and he had heard rumors that it was haunted by the ghost of a boy who had disappeared there many years ago.
He told his friends that he was going to check out the mansion, and they tried to stop him. They said it was too dangerous, too scary, and too late. But Jake was feeling adventurous, and he wanted to prove himself. He said he would be back in five minutes, and he ran towards the mansion.
He climbed over the fence that surrounded the property, and walked up to the front door. It was dark and silent, and there was no sign of life. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He looked around for another way in, and saw a window that was slightly open. He pushed it up, and climbed inside.
He found himself in a dusty hallway, filled with cobwebs and old furniture. He felt a chill run down his spine, but he ignored it. He took out his flashlight, and shone it around. He saw a staircase that led to the upper floor, and a door that led to the basement. He wondered where he should go first.
He decided to go upstairs first, thinking that maybe there would be something interesting there. He walked up the stairs, creaking with every step. He reached the second floor, and saw several doors along the hallway. He opened one of them, and entered a bedroom.
It looked like it belonged to a child. There was a bed with a blue blanket, a dresser with some toys on top, and a closet with some clothes hanging inside. There was also a poster of a superhero on the wall, and a calendar that showed the date: October 31st, 2013.
Jake felt a pang of sadness as he realized that this must have been the room of the boy who had gone missing. He wondered what had happened to him, and where he was now. He felt sorry for him, and wished he could help him somehow.
He walked over to the bed, and saw something that caught his eye. It was a candy bag, just like his own. It was full of candy wrappers, but there was also something else inside. It was a note, written in crayon. It said:
“Help me! I’m trapped in the basement! The man who lives here is crazy! He took me from my parents when I was trick-or-treating! He says he wants to make me his son! Please save me! Please!”
Jake felt a surge of fear as he read the note. He realized that he had made a terrible mistake by coming here. He had walked into a trap, just like the boy before him. He dropped the note, and ran towards the door. He had to get out of here as fast as he could.
But as he reached the door, he heard a loud bang behind him. He turned around, and saw that the window had slammed shut by itself. He tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside. He looked for another way out, but there was none.
He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were heavy and slow, like those of a large man. Jake felt panic rise in his chest as he realized that he was not alone in this house.
He heard a voice coming from behind the door.
“Hello there,” it said in a deep and raspy tone.
“I’ve been expecting you.”
The door opened slowly, revealing a tall figure in the dark.
It was the man who lived here.
The man who had taken the boy.
The man who wanted to make Jake his son.
Jake screamed as he saw his face.
It was twisted and scarred by fire.
It had only one eye.
And it wore an eye patch.
A zombie pirate eye patch.
Just like Jake’s costume.
The man smiled wickedly as he saw Jake’s terror.
He reached out his hand, and grabbed Jake by the arm.
He pulled him towards him, and said:
“Welcome to your new home, son.”
He dragged him down the stairs, towards the basement.
Jake struggled and kicked, but it was no use.
The man was too strong for him.
He cried and begged, but no one heard him.
No one came to save him.
He disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen again.
And that’s how the legend of the lost boy began.
Every Halloween night, at twelve o’clock, someone who’s trick-or-treating at that time will go missing.
And they will never come back.
They will join the boy in the basement.
They will become the man’s sons.
They will become his zombies.
His zombies pirates.
The end.
The Legend Of The Lost Boy(Joshua Swinney)
The Legend of the Lost Boy
It was Halloween night, and Jake was excited to go trick-or-treating with his friends. He had been looking forward to this night for weeks, and he had the perfect costume: a zombie pirate. He put on his eye patch, his fake beard, and his torn clothes, and grabbed his candy bag. He met up with his friends at the corner of his street, and they set off to collect as much candy as they could.
They went from house to house, ringing doorbells and shouting “Trick or treat!” They got chocolates, candies, gummies, and even some money from some generous neighbors. Jake was having the time of his life, and he didn’t want the night to end.
But as the clock struck twelve, he realized that he had to go home soon. His parents had told him to be back by midnight, or else he would be grounded for a week. He decided to make one last stop at the old mansion at the end of the street. He had always been curious about that place, and he had heard rumors that it was haunted by the ghost of a boy who had disappeared there many years ago.
He told his friends that he was going to check out the mansion, and they tried to stop him. They said it was too dangerous, too scary, and too late. But Jake was feeling adventurous, and he wanted to prove himself. He said he would be back in five minutes, and he ran towards the mansion.
He climbed over the fence that surrounded the property, and walked up to the front door. It was dark and silent, and there was no sign of life. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He looked around for another way in, and saw a window that was slightly open. He pushed it up, and climbed inside.
He found himself in a dusty hallway, filled with cobwebs and old furniture. He felt a chill run down his spine, but he ignored it. He took out his flashlight, and shone it around. He saw a staircase that led to the upper floor, and a door that led to the basement. He wondered where he should go first.
He decided to go upstairs first, thinking that maybe there would be something interesting there. He walked up the stairs, creaking with every step. He reached the second floor, and saw several doors along the hallway. He opened one of them, and entered a bedroom.
It looked like it belonged to a child. There was a bed with a blue blanket, a dresser with some toys on top, and a closet with some clothes hanging inside. There was also a poster of a superhero on the wall, and a calendar that showed the date: October 31st, 2013.
Jake felt a pang of sadness as he realized that this must have been the room of the boy who had gone missing. He wondered what had happened to him, and where he was now. He felt sorry for him, and wished he could help him somehow.
He walked over to the bed, and saw something that caught his eye. It was a candy bag, just like his own. It was full of candy wrappers, but there was also something else inside. It was a note, written in crayon. It said:
“Help me! I’m trapped in the basement! The man who lives here is crazy! He took me from my parents when I was trick-or-treating! He says he wants to make me his son! Please save me! Please!”
Jake felt a surge of fear as he read the note. He realized that he had made a terrible mistake by coming here. He had walked into a trap, just like the boy before him. He dropped the note, and ran towards the door. He had to get out of here as fast as he could.
But as he reached the door, he heard a loud bang behind him. He turned around, and saw that the window had slammed shut by itself. He tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside. He looked for another way out, but there was none.
He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were heavy and slow, like those of a large man. Jake felt panic rise in his chest as he realized that he was not alone in this house.
He heard a voice coming from behind the door.
“Hello there,” it said in a deep and raspy tone.
“I’ve been expecting you.”
The door opened slowly, revealing a tall figure in the dark.
It was the man who lived here.
The man who had taken the boy.
The man who wanted to make Jake his son.
Jake screamed as he saw his face.
It was twisted and scarred by fire.
It had only one eye.
And it wore an eye patch.
A zombie pirate eye patch.
Just like Jake’s costume.
The man smiled wickedly as he saw Jake’s terror.
He reached out his hand, and grabbed Jake by the arm.
He pulled him towards him, and said:
“Welcome to your new home, son.”
He dragged him down the stairs, towards the basement.
Jake struggled and kicked, but it was no use.
The man was too strong for him.
He cried and begged, but no one heard him.
No one came to save him.
He disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen again.
And that’s how the legend of the lost boy began.
Every Halloween night, at twelve o’clock, someone who’s trick-or-treating at that time will go missing.
And they will never come back.
They will join the boy in the basement.
They will become the man’s sons.
They will become his zombies.
His zombies pirates.
The end.
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