Write a two page scary story, starting with this:
"A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said, "I heard that, too."
This is due at the end of class.
“What was th--” Before she could finish, the mother covered her mouth, as slow footsteps could be heard coming closer. “Hello…? Is anyone here?” Said the voice, as it walked past the moms room. The voice was innocent and high-pitched, like a young girls. The sounds of iron chains rattling as the person moved towards the kitchen could be heard, as well as something scraping against the floor. Once the chains and scraping stopped, the mother sighed, moving her paw away from her daughters mouth. “M-Mom…? What's happening?” Said the daughter. “Im not sure, sweety… It must have something to do with the news…” The daughter looked at her mother scared. “What do you mean?” The mother looked out the door for a moment, then closed it. “There was something on the news about Goldilocks, an escaped maniac from the mental institution.” Said the mother. Outside the room, Goldilocks, a tall burly woman, in a dirtied and ripped apart straight jacket and white pants, turned around, hearing the mother. “Mommy? Is that you?” Goldilocks began to snicker and chuckle madly, as she walked over to the door leading into the mothers room. In her hand was a large cleaver, half her size, covered in dried blood. “Mommy… The porridge is too hot… could you cool it down…?” Said Goldilocks. She was infront of the door now, slowly lifting her cleaver.
ReplyDeleteThe mother motioned to her daughter to keep quiet, and then pointed to the closet in the far left of the room. The daughter understood, and slowly and silently walked into the closet, closing it as she entered. “Mommy? Are you there? Dont leave… The porridge is too hot…” Said Goldilocks, before slamming her cleaver into the door, making a hole. The mother roared, before standing up on her back legs. “Get away from my family!” she yelled, swiping at Goldilocks with her claws. “Mommy! Were you playing hide and seek with me?” Goldilocks began to cackle, as she removed the cleaver from the door, while dodging the mothers swipes. The mother charged at Goldilocks, but it was too late. The sound of flesh being cut, the smell of iron, and the agonized roars of The mother. Goldilocks had swung her cleaver beneath The mother, removing her bottom left leg. “Mommy, why is juice coming out of your leg?” Said Goldilocks. The mother dropped to the floor, still roaring in pain. Inside the closet, the daughter began to silently weep, hearing her mother’s anguished cries of pain. “Mommy, let me help…” Said Goldilocks, snickering madly as she held her cleaver high above her, about to swing down. “But, after this, you need to cool down my porridge.” She swung down with great force, and The mothers pained roars came to a stop. The daughter heard this, and continued to cry. However, new sounds began to be heard by the daughter. The sounds of flesh ripping and being chopped up, and the sounds of someone sloppily eating. After a few moments, the sounds came to a stop. Goldilocks dragged the bloodied, disfigured and partially eaten carcass of The mother out of the room, leaving a massive trail of blood. “Hmm… Mommy… that porridge was too cold…”
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