Horror story.
Jan 3, 2010 7:57:26 GMT -7
Post by Marii K. Kazeraikou on Jan 3, 2010 7:57:26 GMT -7
I wrote this while I was bored. Warning: Might be rated PG-13, but still a bit scary. This story has been written by a person who has English as their second language and has a horrible grammar to match. Italics = another language than English.
The calendar showed that this week was the second one in November. I looked out of one of the big windows that were in the kitchen. Even if the clock only showed 6 PM, it was already dark outside. Only a full moon lit up the area, but it was currently hidden behind a slate cloud. The trees were bare, all the leaves had withered away. An ominous wind blewed outside and sent slight chills down my spine. Nobody were outsi -.
My thoughts came to a halt when I saw something move. I narrowed my eyes a little, but the shadow was gone.
‘Probably just a dog or something’ I thought and sipped some of my ice tea. I was an exchange student from China and had traveled across the planet to start on my degree. Of all places, I had ended up in Norway.
I had my own bedroom and I shared bathroom with another Chinese guy, which was good. But I had to share kitchen with five other people. The fact that four of them were Norwegian girls and I was at least three-four years older than everyone did not made it much better. It felt like I had to share it with a bunch of kids; some of them were not even 20 yet.
I let out a sigh before I got up and begun to cut up some vegetables.
My stomach let out a small growl and I rolled my eyes. Food here was not cheap, but it could have been worse. At least there was a sale on vegetables and fruits at the local store. Suddenly, I got an eerie feeling that there were someone else in the room. I choosed to ignore the feeling; if there WERE someone else here, I would have heard them.
And I was 23 year old guy, I was too old to believe in ghosts. Not to mention that I was too old to let them scare me. I shoveled the vegetables into the pan and was about to pick up something from the cupboard when I noticed something.
A small and bony hand came from behind me and took one of the glasses. The skin was white; it was paler than any Norwegian I had met. It was almost...transparent. At this point, I felt my heartbeat double in speed. “Hello” said a raspy voice from behind that sent chills down my spine. Were there really vengeful ghosts here in Norway as well!?
If yes, Japan was clearly not alone anymore. I spun around and was faced with a small, Norwegian girl who was a head shorter than me.
Her face was as white as her hand, she had dark circles under her eyes and her brown hair looked a bit dull. Also, I noticed that her breath REEKED.
My eyes darted to her feet for a second. I knew most ghosts in Asia did not have feet. Luckily, her feet were clad in black slippers and looked relatively solid. Then, I recognized the person. It was one of my neighbors.
“What is it? It looks like you have seen a ghost” said the brunette in English with the same raspy voice. “No offense, but you kind of remind me of one. At least your skin, voice and those creepy circles under your eyes does” I said. “Yeah...I don’t feel so well. I think I have-“. Her voice was interrupted with a small serie of coughs.
“You’re having a cold?” I asked, not sure if I had used the right word. “Mhm. I’ll be fine” she muttered and filled the glass with warm water. She dropped some chocolatepowder in it and stirred the content with a spoon. Then, her eyes darted to the trashcan.
Let’s just say that that the trashcan could be renamed Mount Garbage. Plastic, peels of different vegetables, overcooked rice, empty cartons and cans laid on the top of each other. I looked at the cleaning rota list and tried to find out whos week it was.
‘Week 46...apartment 111. Crap, that means it’s my week next week’ I thought, and then noticed that my little neighbor had already tied together the garbage bag. “Hey, perhaps I should go out with it. You’re ill” I said. I felt a tad bit concerned; it was rather cold and it would not make her any better. Don’t misunderstand me; I am just concerned in a friendly way.
“I’ll be fine. I’m the Norwegian after all” she said and gave me a small grin.
She put a new plastic bag in the trashcan and picked up the one that contained Mount Garbage. I heard the door open and her footsteps went out and eventually disappeared. I poured a little oil in my pan and begun to stir the vegetables with some beef.
The little girls POV.
It was pitch dark outside, not to mention that the winter cold was in the air. I felt goosebumps appear on my skin; perhaps I should have put on a jacket. But the containers were almost right outside, so I would not be out for long. The garbage bag was jam packed; would it hurt the other girls to take out the trash more often!? Not to mention the two foreigners that had arrived...they sometimes left the kitchen in a mess.
I let out a sigh and suddenly noticed that everything became a little lighter. I looked up and saw the full moon on the sky. My heart begun to beat faster. Full moon, autumn night...would not that mean that...! Yes it did. But where they here!? I had reached the container now and rummaged my pockets with my shaking hands. I found the spray and let out a small breath of relief. I looked around and thanked God that I had a decent dark sight.
Also, since I was a girl, it was a smaller chance that they would take me. But rather me than my foreign neighbor. Since he was a guy and did not knew what to do, he would be in much more danger than I was. Suddenly, a shrill scream in pain pierced the night. I spun and saw a guy stand about 100 feet away from me. He was probably not more than 22 and seemed to have some sort of spasms. I dropped the garbage bag in the container and ran for my life. Hopefully, I would reach the entrance before he had becomed a werewolf.
I turned around and ran for my life. I had not ran so fast since I had almost ran into those sleeping vampires in February this year. Since Norwegian autumns, not to mention winters, had long and dark days, it was the perfect place for supernatural creatures. Most of them were werewolves, vampires and others I do not know the name for.
However, the laws were strict. There were borders, such as peoples homes and curfews for both humans and demons. Not to mention classes where you learned how to protect yourself were introduced to the elementary and lower secondary school. This made the killing rates drop to less than 5 people per year, which was an improvement.
Sadly, the offer was not as good for immigrants. Classes for them were only hold in December and June since the government could not afford anything more. Also, I was told to be quiet about it when my foreign neighbors were around. Last year, three Spanish students had moved right back home when they heard about the vampires. The school lost money and the teacher who had mentioned it was suspended for two-three weeks.
I could now hear the werewolf howl and I was about halfway to my dormitory complex.
My heart beated so fast that I thought it would burst out of my ribcage. My lungs ached, for more reasons than one. Not only because I had ran so fast, but also because of my cold. I felt slime clog up my nose and throat, but I was almost at the entrance now. If I could get inside, I would be safe. I turned and I saw the werewolf look around. My fingers fumbled after my keys and I managed to find it.
I pressed it into the lock, turned around and opened the door. I removed the key so fast that I cut up my skin, closed the door and ran up to my floor without looking back. I locked up the door to my hallway and closed it so fast that it was a miracle that I did not broke my right hand or any of the fingers.
I leaned back against the massive metal door and breathed in and out while I tried to calm my heart beat. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. That werewolf could not get me now...I was inside my dormitory complex. My heartbeat calmed down and I felt my nerves become less tense. The smell of vegetables, meat and some exotic spices filled my nose.
“Hey...are you all right?” said a voice. I looked up and saw one of my female neighbors. “Werewolf. Close call” I said and looked a little down. “Why? You know that we should not go outside after sunset on full moon nights” said the blonde. “I know. I just had to go out with the tra-”. A cough interrupted my speech.
“Ah, all right. The containers are right outside anyways. Did you brought the spray with you?” asked the female. I nodded and went back to my room. This was one hell of a night.
Feel free to review. Please keep in mind that English is my second language. If you see any grammar mistakes etc. feel free to correct.
The calendar showed that this week was the second one in November. I looked out of one of the big windows that were in the kitchen. Even if the clock only showed 6 PM, it was already dark outside. Only a full moon lit up the area, but it was currently hidden behind a slate cloud. The trees were bare, all the leaves had withered away. An ominous wind blewed outside and sent slight chills down my spine. Nobody were outsi -.
My thoughts came to a halt when I saw something move. I narrowed my eyes a little, but the shadow was gone.
‘Probably just a dog or something’ I thought and sipped some of my ice tea. I was an exchange student from China and had traveled across the planet to start on my degree. Of all places, I had ended up in Norway.
I had my own bedroom and I shared bathroom with another Chinese guy, which was good. But I had to share kitchen with five other people. The fact that four of them were Norwegian girls and I was at least three-four years older than everyone did not made it much better. It felt like I had to share it with a bunch of kids; some of them were not even 20 yet.
I let out a sigh before I got up and begun to cut up some vegetables.
My stomach let out a small growl and I rolled my eyes. Food here was not cheap, but it could have been worse. At least there was a sale on vegetables and fruits at the local store. Suddenly, I got an eerie feeling that there were someone else in the room. I choosed to ignore the feeling; if there WERE someone else here, I would have heard them.
And I was 23 year old guy, I was too old to believe in ghosts. Not to mention that I was too old to let them scare me. I shoveled the vegetables into the pan and was about to pick up something from the cupboard when I noticed something.
A small and bony hand came from behind me and took one of the glasses. The skin was white; it was paler than any Norwegian I had met. It was almost...transparent. At this point, I felt my heartbeat double in speed. “Hello” said a raspy voice from behind that sent chills down my spine. Were there really vengeful ghosts here in Norway as well!?
If yes, Japan was clearly not alone anymore. I spun around and was faced with a small, Norwegian girl who was a head shorter than me.
Her face was as white as her hand, she had dark circles under her eyes and her brown hair looked a bit dull. Also, I noticed that her breath REEKED.
My eyes darted to her feet for a second. I knew most ghosts in Asia did not have feet. Luckily, her feet were clad in black slippers and looked relatively solid. Then, I recognized the person. It was one of my neighbors.
“What is it? It looks like you have seen a ghost” said the brunette in English with the same raspy voice. “No offense, but you kind of remind me of one. At least your skin, voice and those creepy circles under your eyes does” I said. “Yeah...I don’t feel so well. I think I have-“. Her voice was interrupted with a small serie of coughs.
“You’re having a cold?” I asked, not sure if I had used the right word. “Mhm. I’ll be fine” she muttered and filled the glass with warm water. She dropped some chocolatepowder in it and stirred the content with a spoon. Then, her eyes darted to the trashcan.
Let’s just say that that the trashcan could be renamed Mount Garbage. Plastic, peels of different vegetables, overcooked rice, empty cartons and cans laid on the top of each other. I looked at the cleaning rota list and tried to find out whos week it was.
‘Week 46...apartment 111. Crap, that means it’s my week next week’ I thought, and then noticed that my little neighbor had already tied together the garbage bag. “Hey, perhaps I should go out with it. You’re ill” I said. I felt a tad bit concerned; it was rather cold and it would not make her any better. Don’t misunderstand me; I am just concerned in a friendly way.
“I’ll be fine. I’m the Norwegian after all” she said and gave me a small grin.
She put a new plastic bag in the trashcan and picked up the one that contained Mount Garbage. I heard the door open and her footsteps went out and eventually disappeared. I poured a little oil in my pan and begun to stir the vegetables with some beef.
The little girls POV.
It was pitch dark outside, not to mention that the winter cold was in the air. I felt goosebumps appear on my skin; perhaps I should have put on a jacket. But the containers were almost right outside, so I would not be out for long. The garbage bag was jam packed; would it hurt the other girls to take out the trash more often!? Not to mention the two foreigners that had arrived...they sometimes left the kitchen in a mess.
I let out a sigh and suddenly noticed that everything became a little lighter. I looked up and saw the full moon on the sky. My heart begun to beat faster. Full moon, autumn night...would not that mean that...! Yes it did. But where they here!? I had reached the container now and rummaged my pockets with my shaking hands. I found the spray and let out a small breath of relief. I looked around and thanked God that I had a decent dark sight.
Also, since I was a girl, it was a smaller chance that they would take me. But rather me than my foreign neighbor. Since he was a guy and did not knew what to do, he would be in much more danger than I was. Suddenly, a shrill scream in pain pierced the night. I spun and saw a guy stand about 100 feet away from me. He was probably not more than 22 and seemed to have some sort of spasms. I dropped the garbage bag in the container and ran for my life. Hopefully, I would reach the entrance before he had becomed a werewolf.
I turned around and ran for my life. I had not ran so fast since I had almost ran into those sleeping vampires in February this year. Since Norwegian autumns, not to mention winters, had long and dark days, it was the perfect place for supernatural creatures. Most of them were werewolves, vampires and others I do not know the name for.
However, the laws were strict. There were borders, such as peoples homes and curfews for both humans and demons. Not to mention classes where you learned how to protect yourself were introduced to the elementary and lower secondary school. This made the killing rates drop to less than 5 people per year, which was an improvement.
Sadly, the offer was not as good for immigrants. Classes for them were only hold in December and June since the government could not afford anything more. Also, I was told to be quiet about it when my foreign neighbors were around. Last year, three Spanish students had moved right back home when they heard about the vampires. The school lost money and the teacher who had mentioned it was suspended for two-three weeks.
I could now hear the werewolf howl and I was about halfway to my dormitory complex.
My heart beated so fast that I thought it would burst out of my ribcage. My lungs ached, for more reasons than one. Not only because I had ran so fast, but also because of my cold. I felt slime clog up my nose and throat, but I was almost at the entrance now. If I could get inside, I would be safe. I turned and I saw the werewolf look around. My fingers fumbled after my keys and I managed to find it.
I pressed it into the lock, turned around and opened the door. I removed the key so fast that I cut up my skin, closed the door and ran up to my floor without looking back. I locked up the door to my hallway and closed it so fast that it was a miracle that I did not broke my right hand or any of the fingers.
I leaned back against the massive metal door and breathed in and out while I tried to calm my heart beat. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. That werewolf could not get me now...I was inside my dormitory complex. My heartbeat calmed down and I felt my nerves become less tense. The smell of vegetables, meat and some exotic spices filled my nose.
“Hey...are you all right?” said a voice. I looked up and saw one of my female neighbors. “Werewolf. Close call” I said and looked a little down. “Why? You know that we should not go outside after sunset on full moon nights” said the blonde. “I know. I just had to go out with the tra-”. A cough interrupted my speech.
“Ah, all right. The containers are right outside anyways. Did you brought the spray with you?” asked the female. I nodded and went back to my room. This was one hell of a night.
Feel free to review. Please keep in mind that English is my second language. If you see any grammar mistakes etc. feel free to correct.
