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If you’re reading this, then I am hopefully long gone. It’s been… two months now since the meteor struck Mississippi. There was a lot of public interest in it, astrologers and the like all gathering around for a look. They took samples of the rock and shipped them all over the world to museums in every country. Hell, I almost made a trip to have a look myself, but I had an interview with a potential employer. If he hadn’t called me up the previous day, I’d be dead now. Three days later, after the initial hype died down, the news reported nothing on the meteor for a couple of days.

The next thing I heard about it was when I got home from the pub and turned on the late-night news. I was just in time to catch a breaking news article. The worried-looking reporter informed me that almost everyone who had been in the vicinity of Mississippi when the meteor went down had been hospitalised. Their symptoms were similar to those that a corpse experiences during decomposition. Ten people had already died, mostly the elderly and the very young. Scientists and geneticists from all over the globe were working frantically to try and find a cure. Being smarter than the average bear, I gathered some supplies and prepared for an epidemic. Years of being paranoid beyond reason was finally about to pay off.

The news the next day had a lighter tone. A Chinese scientist had worked out that the meteor had contained an alien strain of bacteria that slowly broke down flesh tissue. The scientist also remarked that the bacteria were only affecting humans. He had also worked out that if a victim consumed a living being, such as an insect, it would delay the progression of the bacteria, giving the scientists more time to figure out a permanent cure. Anyone who thought they may have contracted the infection was to eat as many live creatures as they could. The reporter also explained that the US Army was attempting to contain the infection.

They failed.

Anyone who has read Stephen King’s book, The Stand, will have an idea of how the bacteria made its way around the world. It passed through the air, but to catch it, you had to be near someone infected. Because the symptoms took between three to five days to kick in, people didn’t realise that they were infected. In a week, Victus Somes Disease, as it had been named, was global.

I had barricaded myself in my house, with towels and blankets stuffed into every crack. I had the TV tuned to the news all day and night. The scientists had not predicted that the bacteria would adapt to the infected people’s efforts at trying to keep it at bay. Victims all over the world were claiming that the insects were no longer working. People were starting to catch small mammals and eat them.

As the days went by, people were slowly eating larger and larger animals. The first reported case of cannibalism was, ironically, the last broadcast made. The anchorman’s hair was falling out and he was missing three teeth. He nervously told America that there had been a reported case of cannibalism in Southern Europe. He also said that there would be no further broadcasts. All survivors were to lock themselves in their house and not let anyone in.

For the next week and a half, I watched the infected shamble up the street, knocking on doors. One of my neighbours, a couple of houses down from me, was stupid enough to open the door. Three people dragged him out and started biting his flesh. They started with his arms and legs, trying to keep him alive for as long as possible. They were crying as they ate. Their meal was shrieking in pain, and the three people eating him were apologising furiously through mouthfuls of his arm. I don’t think they were unable to control themselves; it looked more like they were disgusted by what they had to do to stay alive.

They tried to break into my house five or six days later, but my barricades held. They were outside, begging me to let them in. “Just one bite. Please, be generous.” I listened to their pleading all night, too scared to sleep.

I suppose I should explain why I’m writing this. I’m infected. Yesterday I coughed and lost a canine. I spent the night pulling out my teeth, easing them out one by one. It didn’t hurt; they just slid out, like pulling up carrots. Anyway, as I was saying, I’m infected. The bugs have stopped working, and all the wild animals have long since run away. I have decided to lure someone into my house and attack them. It sounds so wrong writing that out, but I don’t want to die. And I’m so hungry.

I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

I will pay for any expences if you have a heart attack from my story.

WRITE MORE PLEASE!!!! :O

After waking up with a jolt, the girl laid in bed a few seconds longer. Reaching over to switch on her bedside lamp, she tried to remember exactly what had stolen her sweet slumber away. When she couldn’t, the brunette swung her legs over the side of the bed and heaved herself up. Checking the time on her phone, she snorted when she saw it was midnight- the witching hour. Knowing that sleep would only evade her, she left her bedroom for the kitchen, a good cup of coffee on her mind.

As she passed by her front door, a chill spread like liquid fire down her spine. It’s only winter, she told herself, focusing again on the coffee plan. Measuring out scoops, water, and preparing her cup kept her occupied, but as the dark liquid boiled, she had nothing left to keep her mind from wandering off. The chill returned and she couldn’t help but glance behind her to the front door. It stood there innocently enough, just like always. The dead bolt was still in place and she could see nothing amiss with it. Turning back to her coffee, she did her best to forget about the feeling.

With her cup in hand, she started back towards her bedroom. As she walked by the front door, she decided that a quick glance out of the peep hole would help calm her restless mind. The chill worsened with each step she took towards the door and further away from the safety and warmth of her blankets. She pressed her empty hand against the cold, metal door and took a deep breath before leading her eye to the peep hole.

At first, she could only see an inky blackness and somehow seemed to swirl in itself. When she blinked in surprise, the void melted away. She wished it hadn’t. In it’s place, there stood what she could only guess was once a man. The limbs were long and inhumanly awkward, with bulky joints branching off into several arms, not unlike the branches of a tree. The creature was drapped in a black suit, somehow manking the thing more nightmarish to her. The icing on the proverbial cake, however, was what passed as the hellish thing’s face. It was as though her mind blurred the ghastly visage to spare itself further shock and horror.

She shoved herself away from the door with the hand still pressed against it. The scalding mug of coffee fell, the liquid burning her bare legs as she fell backwards and tried to crawl away from the door. She knew, somehow, that her mind hadn’t been playing tricks on her. As she crab walked away from the door, she watched as tendrels as black as the void she first saw snake around through the cracks. The girl was trapped between the instinct to flee and the gut feeling to not turn her back on the door. When the door jolted, the urge to flee overcame her and she slipped in the burning liquid as she tried to make it back to her room.

She knew deep down that she was trapping herself in a corner, but she had to get away from the door. The girl was halfway down the hallway when she heard the previously locked door creak open. She screamed and slipped into a wall, cracking her chin on it and stunning her.

After that, there was only blackness.

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“Nicole?” a warm, male voice snapped the woman out of her trance. As she turned around, she was met by one of her sister’s doctor’s. She nodded, not sure if she should say anything, or even if she could find her voice if she did have something to say. That morning, she had gotten an urgent phone call from the hospital, saying that her sister, Lindsay, was there. Before they had even let her see her, the doctor’s had pulled her off to the side and insisted that they talk to her about what might have happened. Phrases like ‘self-inflected’ and ‘assault’ had been thrown around and Nicole felt her mind reel.

She still hadn’t fully understood what they had been saying until she saw Lindsay with her own eyes. Her little sister had a bandage wrapped around her head, covering both of her ears as well as her eyes. They said it was to keep her now deadened eyes from drying out and to try to keep infection out of the wounds Lindsay had made to her ears. The doctors had guessed that either she or someone else had jammed a pencil into them to keep her off balance or to deafen herself against something. There was the mix of first and second degree burns on her hands, legs, and feet, from what was assumed to be the coffee her neighbors found slipped all over the entry to her apartment.

As Nicole walked into her sister’s hospital room the first time, she thought she had spied the silhouette of a man in the window. That, she knew, was impossible. Her sister’s room was on the third story of the hospital.

Creepy, because my name is Nicole. :O
Good story though!

that s creepy.....
great story

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*Riiiinnnnng, riiiiiiiiiinnnnnng*
*Everday I'm shufflin, everyday I'm shufflin*
Alisha stayed up all night. There was no way she could sleep. The phone and her cell phone kept ringing. She hadn't got up to nerve to answer either of them. Then, the doorbell, her home phone, and cell phone all all started ringing. She went downstairs. She stared at her cell phone, deciding if she wanted to pick it up or not. She finally picked it up. "He----hello?" She heard this soft whispering on the other line."We need you........ we neeeeeeed you!" She said, "WHO IS THIS?" Nothing. Then, the soft whisper got louder. "We need you! We nee------- AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" The whispering person started screaming. She threw the phone at the wall and started to cry. All of the sudden, the person screaming stopped and started laughing like a maniac. Alisha started to cry even harder. *Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep* " Your call has ended," the phone said. Alisha looked around. There was a bang from upstairs. Someone was coming down. She looked at the stairs. There was a little girl coming own, saying, " We need you, we need you!" Alisha screamed, "NOOOOOOOO! DON'T COME NEAR M-------"


Her body was found the next morning. Her funeral was on June 23.
Since then, her boyfriend and best friend were murdered.
"We need you......."


I think my story sucks....

one day a young girl named morgan went out onto the beach after lunch by tea time she hadn't come in so her parents went out looking for her after about half an hour they saw loads of bubbles in the sea so they went over to where the bubbles were and there she was the water was blood red all around her she was tied to seaweed deep deep under the surface of the sea her face was ghostly white they jumped in and untied her but it was to late she had already died....
they sat on the sand close to the sea as possible wailing and screaming with unhappiness all of a sudden they felt a tapping on their backs they spun round fast, a dark shadow grabbed their throats and hurdled them into the sea and soon they found then selves tied up in the seaweed next to morgan soon they were spluttering and choking then every thing went black they were dead as well.

they all had a slow and painful death even now when i walk along a beach i see a blur of black and a loud crackle it sends a shiver down my spine....

the end

cool i cant decide by the way i dont like long one cos i cant be bothered to read them sorrrrry

my turn to tell a story when you read this read it in a creeping voice ...
this ittle girls mum and dad went out and here babysitter was looking after her, her mum and dad gave her a little doll.it was getting late so the girl went to bed and left the doll at the stairs while she was trying to sleep she heard a voice" im coming up the stair im coming up the stairs "and 5 mins later she heard "im on the landing im on the landing " at this pount she was getting really scared then she heard " im on the doorhandly im on the doorhandly " the little girl saw the door slowly open and saw a dolls head pop round, the little girl put her head under the covers and heared " im on the beddd im on the beddd" then "im on your headd im on your headd " in the morning her mum and dad when to wake her up but she was no where to be seen on her bed was the doll,a knife and blood, the parents tought the doll away when they open the lide to the bin they found the head of there child and heard lauging " hahaha im coming to get you hahaha ". later on that mouth the police found the mum and dad dead in there bed with the doll.
it is said people have seen a ghost doll climing up there stairs

thx

yes like that was true like a granny would ever do that!!!!!!!!!! she would probaley breakm her back bone!!!!!!!!!!!!!hahahah this is ih0413 love ya bean999

OK this is my scary story well one day girl was in this tunnel and this man went in to the cave to see if she was good.but when she looked up her face screamed and screamed and more screamed ohh it was freaky and she needed blood to live.ok hope you enjoyed it