Posts Tagged ‘creepy stories’
The Shadows of Indian Summer by Kevin Lazarus – Part 3
(Continued from Wednesday 11/09/11 – from The Dark Side of Carthage Falls – the Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus)
As we weaved our way along the path in-between the rows of dying trees and barren limbs, knee deep in the tall dry grass, I thought about what he’d said earlier, when we first got to the tractor—that nobody would care about us being there. “why?” I asked, huffing as I ran. more »
Grimm, a New Spin on Very Scary Fairy-Tales
By Kevin Lazarus
Okay, here’s the thing. My wife, who is anti-gruesome anything, is hooked on this new series called Grimm. I was sure that I was going to be watching this one as a solo act, but then to my surprise, I find her watching it in the other room—all by herself! more »
The Shadows of Indian Summer by Kevin Lazarus – Part 2
(Continued from Monday – from The Dark Side of Carthage Falls – the Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus)
Gathering what courage I could, I took a few steps closer to the head of the trail, and knelt down near the opening. As I lifted the branches and looked down the path, to where it bent in the undergrowth, I noticed something—how overgrown the path actually was. All of sudden I felt Brett’s hand against my back as he pushed me. “Common!” he taunted. “Are you going or what?” more »
The Shadows of Indian Summer by Kevin Lazarus – Part 1
Indian summer was in the air. Unusually warm for October in Carthage Falls; the enigmatic Carthage Falls—the inexplicable Carthage Falls. Golden leaves spotted with orange, both in the trees and everywhere on the ground; piles of leaves inviting unbridled play. And oh how I wanted to play!
My newest friend, Brett and I, stood at the edge of the Orchard staring down a grassy path leading into a clump of old Cherry trees. They were unkempt, tall and straggly—unlike so many of the other orchards in Carthage. They were now wild and overrun with vines and various other trees that clearly didn’t belong. more »
Night Stalker in Carthage Falls – by Kevin Lazarus – Part 2
My mysterious night follower suddenly stopped. With each walk home after sunset it didn’t happen again for some time. In fact, weeks passed, and being no different than most kids my age, I forgot about the strange occurrences. Then—one quiet evening, just after sunset—it happened again. Like before, I heard the inexplicable footsteps. And as I did before, I stopped and looked around. The feeling of something following me was thick in the air. I could nearly taste it in my mouth. Someone was there, watching me—stalking me. This time I was bolder, thinking that it was my friend (hoping that it was my friend). I yelled for him to stop scaring me and go home. more »
