WARNING - May be to scary for some ages. This contains Horror and Witches.
This is not scary for ages 10 and up.







As I was sitting doing my homework in the kitchen that evening, I heard the doorbell ring. I got up and walked to the door wondering who it could be. As I opened the door I found a huge package with a note on the doorstep. I was not used to getting packages on Halloween. And as I step off the last step and look to see if someone catches my eye. I did see one guy running with a box. It almost looked like my dad.
Soon I brought it in and started unwrapping the note. I was told that the present's name was Clarice. I started slowly opening the present, I was used to getting pranked, but not this kind of way. Then my hand reaches the present, and I screams at the top of my lungs,” What is this ugly, thing?'' Then my sisters run into the kitchen saying, “ What? “ As I turned around I saw some running behind the house. I start running towards the back door pushing everything in my way. I quickly open the door, as I feel a cold, chilly gust of wind slapping me in the back. Then I felt a cold hand reach my hand, and cover my mouth.


As this person started dragging me into the woods, I was trying everything to get loose, and run for help. Nothing would work. Then my eye caught a poisonous leaf. I whispered to myself, “ Sumac. That’s it. “ I started to reach for it and the person just wanted release. Then I remembered my Dad telling me, “Scream, do anything you can to get loose. “ I started doing that and the person told me to, “ shush, “ or I will never see my family again.
It felt like days went by. My legs hurt and my back is aching. Thi person pulling me does not care about me obviously, or he would let me walk. Then I heard a siren. It reminded me of my father. I never talked about my dad ever since he was assassinated 3 years ago. I am 16 and have not talked about him since.







I snapped out of the past as I was pushed into a well that was dark onto my back. I was conscious. But could somehow hear my dad’s voice.
The next day in the hospital, I felt a hand on my shoulder saying, “ I am here, Hadlynn. “ I started to open my eyes and saw my sisters,and mom. I looked to the other side of me looking confused as I stared at my dad. I thought to myself, “ He was dead though. “
“ What Hadley? “
“ Oh, Dad, why is he alive? “
“ The spell I have been trying brought him back alive. “Soon I accidentally blurted out saying. “ But I killed him, he is supposed to be dead! “
“2 years later”…… In my coffin, getting ready to get mom.
Thank you for reading. this is one of my first scary stories. can you tell?
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