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Scary Stories By 10-Year-Old Kid: The Bad Luck & Graffiti On The Tree
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These two stories were written by my son, 10-year-old son who's in 4th grade. He's always been an excellent story teller, often can re-tell a story word by word with vivid tone and some kind of performance and sound. Now we decided to let him write down all the scary stories he has in mind to keep them part of the good memory in his childhood. Hopefully you would find them good scary stories to read and tell for your kids in the dark. Of course, his own telling would create much better effects, maybe we would one day make videos for these scary stories. We have encouraged him to write ghost stories from now on and make a blog off of them. I think it would be so fun!
The Bad Luck
Once there was a woman named Kelly. She was living in a small apartment that was 500 years old. She was very lonely because people did not want to live in a place with ghosts, so Kelly normally would take walks with her friend Sarah.
Then one day she made a big mistake. Her father had heart problems so he would put a canister of medication on a table next to Kelly. While Kelly was sleeping, she accidentally knocked over the canister of pills so her father could not get the medication he needed to survive. So that night he had a heart attack and died. The next morning Sarah woke up early to wake up Kelly, but when she got to Kelly’s room she was surprised to see Kelly’s father on the ground with his eyes rolled under his eyelids and Kelly not even noticing. So when she woke Kelly up they called 911 to see what happened. The police said that while Kelly was sleeping she must have had knocked the pills down on the ground where his father could not reach the pills.
The next day they were invited to a backyard funeral and Kelly did not know what to do without her father. That night when she was sleeping she heard a knock on the floor and it sounded like pills spilling so she looked over the bed and saw the pills on the floor. She decided to take them back to the pharmacy but they did not accept them because they already expired. She then threw them away. But that night she heard another plop sound on the floor and again they were the pills. She threw them away angrily and went back to sleep.
The next morning she woke up in an ambulance where the doctors said that she had cardiovascular problems and had a lot of angina and fatigue, and because of the fatigue she overslept when her meeting was going on. She was so mad she took the pills and buried them so she would not hear the plop sound again right on top of where her father died.
Then one Saturday morning she was playing with her daughter in the park and when she looked at her car it had a man in it that looked like her father and before she could run for her car, her father stepped on the gas an drove away leaving Kelly in the dust. So she spent five minutes chasing after her father, but she did not notice that she ran so fast, that she past her car on the way to home. When she got there, she spent a few minutes searching for her car. Before she could look back, she was hit by her own car and she and her daughter were both killed.
Graffiti On The Tree
Once there was a fat man who’s name was Greg. He had spent 15 years working at his workshop till one day, while he was chopping down the tree he found some graffiti written on it. It said “Greg will pay”. When he saw this he was very calm, "there could be hundreds of different Greg’s in the world", so he continued chopping.
The next day he went to the workshop to find a saw to cut the tree log in half. He found it and started to saw the tree into different items when he heard a man whispering: "Flee this place". When he heard this he got very scared but at the same time wanted to finish the job. But when he started sawing the graffiti part another whisper came, this time it was saying: "Don’t come back here again". Then suddenly he felt short of breath and fled immediately.
The next morning he rented a hotel where he bet he would be safe from ghosts. When he got to his room he saw dirty windows, a muddy rug, a smudged closet door and a messed up bed. He was very disappointed but knew this was better than nothing. He spent 5 days in the hotel till he felt comfortable with his old house, with the fact that he had his wife and kids with him so he went back to his old house. When he got their he started working on his project and saw a card on the log, it said, "Dear Greg: me and the kids are moving to Africa to spent our lives retiring, we will visit you someday. Love, someone." He was surprised to see his wife not even write her name at the end. He thought this was for his own good. He took the letter, put it into his mailbox to ship it to Africa and hoped for the best. The next week he brought his grandson to his house. He left him at the tree to check his mailbox. He got a letter that said, "Look at the tree", so he looked back and saw the tree on the ground with his grandson under the log. He had been flatten right where the graffiti was written.