Bugs Spell Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short horror story that I just came up with on the spot! Does anyone know that bugs spell death? Leave comments!

Submitted: April 01, 2010

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Submitted: April 01, 2010

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Summary: A short horror story that I just came up with on the spot! Does anyone know that bugs spell death? Leave comments!
Bugs Spell Death
The story that I’m about to tell you is all true. It happened a few months ago to my dad and I. I am still slightly freaked out but...part of me thinks it’s just a dream because, well when I mentioned it to my dad, he didn’t want to hear it. I know it was real though, it has to be.
It was the middle of the night. I was wide awake listening to my mum and dad snoring next door, my sister’s heavy breathing from across the landing. I glanced up at the huge Edward Cullen poster hanging on my wall and smiled, trying to make up a story about a vampire in my head. If Stephanie Meyer could dream about vampires and write about them, then so could I. I wanted to become a writer just like her.
I’d finally thought out my idea in my head when suddenly I jumped as I heard my dog Toby howling from downstairs and then this loud crash. I sat bolt upright in bed and switched on my little bed light, grabbing my dressing gown and wrapping it round me.
Opening my bedroom door, I found my dad standing at the top of the stairs as Toby continued howling impatiently.
“What’s that Dad?” I asked as he began walking down them. I followed as he didn’t answer. “What was that bang?”
“Just follow me.” He whispered as we both reached the bottom of the stairs. He opened the door to the kitchen and we both walked on inside.
“Toby.” I called to him but he was curled up in his bed asleep. “Toby.” Nothing. His heavy breathing could be heard and he twitched in his sleep but didn’t wake up.
“What’s this?” My dad knelt down on the floor to where a broken glass lay, shattered, glass in all corners of the room.
“I heard a smash.” I mentioned.
“Me too.” He sighed. “How did that happen?” I shrugged as the door to the study, slowly creaked open. “God, that damn wind.” I jumped as my dad cursed under his breath and went to close it.
I then noticed a small, brown bug thing crawl out from the gap of the door.
“Dad.” I squealed pointing to it as Dad turned round and stamped on it with his foot. Another one then appeared and another and another. “Dad, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know.” More and more bugs appeared from the crack, crawling round the kitchen floor. I took a few steps backwards, suddenly feeling scared. My dad stepped back with me as the bugs began following each other. Soon they were joining onto each other, making some sort of picture.
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The bugs spelt out one word “DEATH!”
After that night, my dad and I never saw the bugs again and we certainly did not tell my mum or sister. They just think Toby died of old age, they don’t know the real reason!
Well tell me what you think!


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