Check out these tales of terror and read if you dare. And there will be more chills to come.
Note- These scary tales will not have an ending, but to let readers think what's going to happen next.
So Scary 2- Blind Snow
It's that time of year. Every kid in the block, goes out to play in the snow. The time of Christmas is at hand, and every parent struggles to buy their Christmas present for their family, children, and grandchildren.
However, there was one kid, who couldn't dare to go outside. He wasn't afraid of the snow. It was because of the sickness that's bothering him. A sickness called cancer. Yes, the kid has cancer as the doctors told his parents. He was not allowed to go outside, as his parents told their butler. But his little sister, Christine went out and play. The butler had to make sure that she doesn't trip on the snow. Besides, the cold weather was brutal and harsh.
David had a lot going for him. He had good grades at school. Even though, he couldn't go outside, he had to stay in the living room, or his bedroom to read some books or study them. He was bored to death.
A chance in a lifetime. David would give anything to go outside. He always has to stare at the window, looking through the snowy weather. The news broke out, and the announcer had warned the heavy snowstorm is about to come, and cover the streets. And people have to lock the doors of their houses. David was already locked inside, and he still couldn't get out.
The butler came to his room, and asked if he wanted anything to eat or drink. David had been quiet, ever since his parents left for a business trip. Yes, even this time of year, they still have to work.
David told the butler he didn't want anything at the moment. He just wanted to go outside, but he knew that butler wouldn't allow him. No matter how many times, the boy wanted to ask him.
The butler left him alone. David closed the book, which he was reading, and went to the window again. He noticed some of his friends playing in the snow. At one time in the morning, his friends have arrived his doorstep, and asked him to come and play. But David said no to them. They knew about his condition. They wanted to cheer him up. That's all.
David closed the curtains, and went to bed. He had recurring dreams of going out in the sunshine. The snow was still there. Christine was with him, laughing, and jumping on the snow fields. She even threw several snowballs at her brother. David also laughed, and threw a snowball back at her.
It was a good dream. David sure needed it. It felt real to him. This was the first time, having this dream. He wished he could dream this again, so he can be happy, truly happy. But it was only a dream.
The next morning, Christine came to her brother's room to wake him up. David was still sound asleep. The little girl never thought he could sleep this long. She tried to wake him up, as many times as possible. Then, Christine gave a shout out, and David finally opened his eyes.
He was furious that his good dream ended. It had been a long one. Not as usual as he had others. But this dream was quite the longest that he ever had.
Christine told David to come with her and play outside in the snow. But he reminded her, that he still has the bad condition. Christine knew his condition before. She still feels sad for him. All locked up inside this house, all alone and nobody to play with.
David told her not to worry about him. He can study for tests, and do some homework. Even read books that his father brought for him, in case he was that bored. So, Christine left him. He woke up from the bed, brushed his teeth. He then went downstairs to the dining room. The butler had setup a breakfast for him.
David's favorite breakfast was jelly sandwiches and an egg. He ate them, and drank a glass of milk. He looked out the window. It was still snowing outside, not a lot, but enough to know that the snowy outcome was still there.
The butler asked David to see if anything else was to be served. The boy said, "No, thanks. That will be all." He got up from the seat, and came to the living room. He saw Christine playing with a snowman. She loves to play with it, all the time. At a certain young age, kids these days loved to play with the snowman. He thought it was creepy. Was that the reason, he couldn't go outside? He wasn't sure. But the condition forced him, not to go. If he did go outside, it will become worse. Even worse, that he has to go to the hospital at this time of weather.
Christine made some funny faces to the snowman. She ran around it, as if playing a silly game. It looked like the snowman liked the game. It was smiling.
David went away from the living room. He decided to enter outside. He looked around the house, just to make sure that the butler wasn't there. He opened the front door, and stopped.
Should he be doing this? How long it was going to take to stay at this house, not knowing when his cancer will be cured. But the sad thing was that there was no cure. He wanted to go outside before time runs out. He stepped closer, until he reached the mat. He felt the chill affecting his bones. There was the sound of the footsteps. David knew who it was. He closed the door immediately. The butler had come down from his room, all dressed up. He wore a heavy coat, so that he could go outside and look after Christine.
The butler noticed him. David was about to go outside. The old man didn't say anything. He just passed the boy, opened the door, and went out.
David felt a slump over his shoulders. He wanted to play outside badly. If only he didn't have the cancer.
Damn this cancer, David thought. Yes, it was the cancer's fault. At a time like this, the days when people hang out, and have some fun. The cancer acted like a scrooge, taunting him. David never felt so weary, thinking about it.
He went back to his bedroom, and started reading "A Christmas Carol." He enjoyed the book, and read it a couple of times during Christmas. He wondered if he was ever going to meet by the ghosts of the past, present, and future, and tell him the outcome of his future. Will he die, or live to see the rest of his life? He didn't know.
He thought of praying to God. That was the only answer, that his Sunday school teacher would ever say to him. He believed in God, but he was angry. Anger had no place in God's hands. He sometimes argued with him, at night. Taking his childhood was one thing, that never crossed his mind. He was still angry.
David paused reading the book, and stared at the window. The sunshine somewhat flashed his eyes. He almost couldn't see the snowdrops, but he knows they were still there, coming down from the sky.
Late at night, Christine wanted to go outside and play with the snowman. David urged her, not to go. It was getting late, and it was time to sleep. But Christine didn't want to sleep. She had a pure fascination of the creepy snowman. The snowman smiled at her, and even David.
For some reason, David felt a chill from it. He didn't know why. He knows the snowman wouldn't come alive, and eat him. But he felt like it was alive, waiting to play with his little sister.
"I want to play! I want to play!" Christine shouted at her brother. David still didn't listen to her. However, she went away, and opened the door. David tried to stop her. She already stepped outside.
David still called her name. She didn't listen. He wanted to go out, and catch her. But the coldness of the harsh weather, would make him sick. He never felt so weak.
David went back to the living room, and saw that Christine wasn't playing with the snowman. He wondered where she had gone this time. He looked closely at the window, trying to locate her. She was gone.
David called the butler immediately. The old man rushed downstairs, and David told him what happened. The butler was dumbstruck, not knowing that the girl would go outside at this time of night.
The butler quickly wore the coat. David stopped him, before he could go outside alone.
"I'm going with you," the boy said. He didn't care if he had cancer. He was going to die, anyway. The butler sighed, and allowed him to come. David quickly took his coat from the stand. Both David and the butler went out.
They shouted at Christine to come home. "Christine! Christine! Where are you?!" There was no sound coming from her. The harsh weather kept blowing at their faces. The butler tried to breathe. He told David it was best to come inside the house, and call the police. But David didn't listen to him. He kept walking on the snow, shouting her name.
Then, all of a sudden. Christine stood there, as if she was waiting for her big brother. David noticed someone was there with her. He looked tall, but David couldn't tell the features. He came closer to them.
"Christine! Come home!" But Christine didn't reply to him. She smiled at him, and then back at the tall stranger.
"David!" Christine called out to him, this time. "It's the snowman. He called me to play with him. He's the real snowman."
The real snowman? David thought. He came very close. That's not a snowman... That's...Dear God!
David had never seen anything like it. The tall figure that stood there, wore a business suit, as if he came back from work. He had no face. There were no eyes, ears, nose, and even a mouth.
David urged his sister to come home. She said no to him. She wanted to play with the snowman. David coughed as he tried to come after them. But the so-called snowman took Christine with him, and disappeared into the snowy weather.
The next day, David found himself in his bedroom. The police were trying to search for his little sister. It took days, weeks, and later months to find her. All hope seemed to be lost for David and his parents. Even the butler felt bad for not looking after her.
In the living room, David sat on the couch, staring at the creepy snowman. Nobody would believe his story. Not even his parents, or friends. If felt like a dream. But it wasn't. Now, he's having dreams about Christine playing with the tall snowman. He wondered when Christine will stop playing and come home. Or whether she was safe and sound. David got up from the couch, and looked out the window. He stared at the creepy snowman, who still smiled at him. He imagined a voice coming from it.
"Don't worry, David," the creepy snowman said. "Christine will be back. I'm sure of it."
Next Story- The Box, a Hellraiser Tale.
Continued in So Scary, Volume 3.