Scary Stories

I DO NOT BELIEVE IN GHOST IT WAS MY BELIEF WHEN I DID NOT EXPERIENCED THE TRUTH OF FOREST ARDEN.THAT DAY WAS LONG ENOUGH AS WE WERE TRAVELLING DUN .THE ATMOSPHERE OF DUN WAS CHILLY COLD BUT STILL QUIT WARM IN BUS. MY FRIENDS WERE BUSY CHATTING AMONG THEMSELVES ABOUT THERE LIKES AND DISLIKES.I WAS INTERESTED ABOUT FOREST AS IT SEEMED THAT THEY ARE SYMBOLIZING SOMETHING . I AND MY FRIENDS REACHED HOTEL AND WENT TOWARDS ROOM.WE ALL WERE TRIED SO WE SLEPT ALL NIGHT.Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of town. Rumors were rife about the wild-eyed man. Some folks said that he was a magician who called upon the powers of darkness to wreck havoc upon his neighbors. Others called him a mad doctor who could restore life to foul corpses from the local cemetery. No respectable citizen in town had anything to do with Mad Henry

Then one year a new family moved to town with a lovely daughter, Rachel, who caught Mad Henry’s eye. He showered the maiden with gifts—goblets of pure gold, necklaces of pearl, and a pot of daisies that never dropped a single petal. Despite the gifts, Rachael fell in love with another, Geoffrey, a handsome young man just home from university. A week after meeting they eloped, leaving behind a stunned Mad Henry.

When Rachael and Geoffrey returned from the elopement, they threw a big ball and invited everyone in town. While Rachel was waltzing with her father, she heard a clap of thunder. Lightning flashed again and again. Suddenly, the double doors blew open and a breeze whirled in, bringing with it the smell of dead, decaying things. Mad Henry loomed in the doorway, pupils gleaming red with anger. He was followed by the grotesque figures of the dead, who came marching two by two into the room. Their eye sockets glowed with blue fire as they surrounded the room.
Two of the corpses captured Geoffrey and threw him down at the feet of their lord. Red eyes gleaming, Mad Henry drew a silver-bladed knife