Scary Story: A Short Story

What makes a good scary story? A good scary story is only good if it’s based on something that happened in reality and could happen to anybody. My story is something similar to that. Now that I look back at it, maybe it was just the sugar rush I had from the Surge soft drink. It had my blood pumping and my heart beat was racing. I haven’t been back to those woods since that day; however, there was still a part of me that wondered if what I saw was there in reality and not just my imagination. Either way, it was thrilling. “Are we almost there?” I asked as we bounced along on the dusty gravel road in my sister’s tiny teal colored Ford Taurus. “No,” she said “We’ll be there in about ten minutes.” I glanced through the hand crank windows and watched the dust fly and the gravel shoot out from behind us. As I fidgeted in my seat, as an eight year old does, I noticed that my brother was passed out in the back with a bottle of chocolate milk and a half eaten can on sour cream-n-onion Pringles clutched to
Our first instinct was to grab the coolest controller. I shoved my brother and dove after it, but then Hugh gave Josh a different controller and my ill-informed attempt to get the coolest controller was a failure. A couple hours later, my sister yelled down at us that it was time for lunch. Again, I shoved my brother and darted up the stairs trying to get food as fast as possible. I got to the top of the stairs and hear this ear-piercing squaaawk, I stopped and dropped to the floor holding my ears. I looked up and there was this small bird in a cage bobbing his head and staring at me as if it were laughing at me. I got to my feet and slumped down in a chair at the table. Luckily, no one noticed me hitting the floor. Hugh and Josh made their way up the stairs and sat down at the table. Hugh’s mom brought over lunch, grilled cheese and tomato-basil soup. Prior to that moment, I had never liked tomato soup, but this was