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PostSubject: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Mon Oct 30, 2006 12:05 pm

On this thread, please post the opening paragraph of your scary story. We want to see how you build setting and introduce your key character.

Take a risk. Let's see what everyone comes up with.

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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Mon Oct 30, 2006 4:06 pm

The rain poured onto the winshield, making the passengers of the car feel as if they were riding in a submarine.
"I'm sorry you guys," said Robert's mother, "I really thought we would make it to your grandma's house tonight, but this rain has made the traffic unbearable."
"We're going to have to stop at a hotel and finish this drive in the morning. The roads are getting too slick and I don't want to risk an accident," Robert's father explained.
"Makes no difference to me," said Robert, "This just means one less night of grandma's boring stories and terrible cooking."
Rachel, Robert's sister, was wearing ear phones and simply nodded her head.
"That looks like a good place to stop," said Robert pointing to a Holiday Inn.
"How 'bout that place across the street," said Robert's dad, "the sign says they have free continental breakfast."
"Dad, that hotel has backwater, hole-in-the-wall, fly-by-night, bankrupt hotel chain written all over it."
"Doesn't matter," said Robert's dad, "We'll only be there for a few hours to sleep."
The car slid to a stop in the parking lot and the family trudged into the vacant lobby. They left a trail of water as they approached the front desk and rang the bell.
A strange voice eminated from the back room, "Alright I have to go...someone wants to check in...just be sure no one can hear you...do it around midnight...got to go...bye."
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Mon Oct 30, 2006 7:01 pm

It was nearly midnight in the forest, and the fog lay thick across the ground. The small twon nearby was completley invisible, cloaked in the erie sheet of mist. In the middle of the town, the church tower stood alone above the murk. There gleamed the light from which the village looked for researurance. But tonight, they knew something was very different.
Hank continued into the forest, leaving the last rails of human inhabitance behind him. Eventually, he reached the formidable clearing in the forest, which looked all too familiar. Here, the ground was completley bare, only dirt covered the forest floor. The grass and undergrowth had been shredded, ripped and tossed to the side. Slowly, painfully, Hank drew the handcuffs from his pack. Even more slowly, he placed them on his wrists and ankles, locking himself tightly within. With that, he dropped to the ground, and stared around in the mist through his gray-blue eyes. He hated and dispised himself, knowing what was inside him. But now, there was nothing to do but wait. Then, just as expected, the fog slowly cleared. And the aired with with screams.
Far away, in the little town, a ripple of terror flew through the sleeping minds of the inhabitants. Every man and every women heard the distant screams of horrifiying agony. Anger, hatred, and violence echoed from the cry into every corner of the town. Next, as if in a bad horror movie, the lights of the houses flicked out. Slowly, but steadily, the dark wave encircled the city, leaving the church light standing alone at the center. Finally, as the screams fell away, the last light flickered and died, just as it always did every full moon ...
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Mon Oct 30, 2006 7:02 pm

Along a country road stands a small mishapen cross, worn by weather and crooked with time. Farther along there is a house, what must have been a majestic victorian during its time. But now all the windows are cracked and a whole side of the house has been pulled off by a tornado. The house has grown into the land with ivy crawling up its turret and the porch littered with dirt and weeds. Throughout the yard old furniture is scattered, a broken picture frame and a cracked headboard for an old bed. everything is cracked or broken except for a wicker rocking chair that sits solemnly swaying in the wind.
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PostSubject: Untitled   Mon Oct 30, 2006 9:18 pm

Drip-drip. A cold damp brick room that is surrounded by graffiti cover walls. A layer of bone-chilling water gleams from a single octagonal skylight. There is a man tied with his hands by a red cloth to a simple wood chair. His face is tied and covered by a potato sack. As I walk little shimmering gray fish skin my legs. He is wearing a tuxedo with a black bow tie; his socks are submerged in the water. I feel his pulse; it is at a slow eerie pace close to unconsciousness. His dried bloody hands are clammy and moist with a scent of alcohol. There is a pair of glasses on his lap, shattered and bent, and a gold pocket watch, that is broken and stuck at 1 a.m. Saturday. On the back is engraved T.S. Waters, arch 17 1946. I bit by bit open the sack from the chin up. The mouth is covered in old blood and upon his cheek is a single kiss, one of fire red lipstick. I come to the eyes, and they are one, only the dry sockets left. The head is shaved with the Celtic knot branded to the head.
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Mon Oct 30, 2006 9:49 pm

There was a nice quiet suburban town at the base of a valley. Up north of the valley there was a small hill that no one ever visited. There were stories told but many stretched so much to the point of unbelief. Long ago someone had built a rickety playground. There were a couple of rusty chain swings that creaked as the shivering wind blew them back and forth. Also there were a set of cold monkey bars and other playground necesities.
Suddenly foot prints appeared in the sand where the feet of someonne sitting in the swing would be. Then there appeared a little girl, not a day older than six. She appeared almost as she had been invisible.
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Tue Oct 31, 2006 4:14 pm

There is a forgotten town, between the two mountains. It started when pioneers were travelling westward, and settled there. It was not a favorable place to live, and it was forgotten to the outside world, and the people who remained were fast to die. During those days, the villagers knew there were "others", no one had ever ventured near the others. They lived past the forest and over the stream. It was discouraged for anyone to go into the forest, but they should never, ever, go to the stream.
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Tue Oct 31, 2006 5:21 pm

There is a village. In this small village there is a box. Its made of metal, 6 feet tall, 6 feet wide. Everyday, hundreds of people pass it. Everyone sees it, but no one looks at it, takes note of it or questions it. even the smallest of the children do not question whats inside or its purpose. but everyone knows. everyday at 1:13 P.M., an elderly man etches a tally mark onto the box, alongside the hundred others.
There is a man. No name, no relatives. lives in a small house with no address. everday he checks the 3 locks on his door, and sits on a stool watching the box out of his only window. he is counting. and only he knows what he is counting.
something is going to change.
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Tue Oct 31, 2006 5:24 pm

She stood on the doorstep of her house, looking out into the twilight. Clouds brewing at the edge of the sky told her that a storm was coming. Her blue eyes searched the dirt lane that wound around a small lake in the front of the house, scanning for her husband Jim, who had left early this morning for town. He had promised her that he'd be back two hours ago, and she was getting worried. Behind her, the dying rays of the sun shone on the house that she and Jim were remodeling. Bought at a relatively cheap price from a seedy looking man who hadn't spoken more than a couple of sentences to them, it was clearly a wreck. Sunlight glinted on the faded wood of the house, its paint peeling. Here and there, the light reflected on the jagged teeth of the broken windows on the first floor. But it was theirs. Jim was so excited about it, planning each and every room. Who was she to spoil it? So she just kept her fears to herself and tried to pay the increasing bills.
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Tue Oct 31, 2006 5:39 pm

On a dark and lonely island there once lived a family of 4. The family had experienced something that nobody wants to even read in a book. Before the children were born, Greg and Mary witnessed a horrible event. This event is what caused Mary and Greg to be trapped on the island, and what caused thier pain, isolation, and suffering for the rest of their lives.
This whole predicament started when Greg and Mary were newly wed. There was a small community at the bottom of a valley, where everyone was happy, and nothing disasterous ever happened.... well that is until October 31st, 1955. On a strangely dark night, a large boat showed up to the island. The boat was full of masked and armed men who slaughtered everyone on the island..... except for the newlyweds. The men told Mary and Greg that they could live, but in exactly ten years their lives would drastically change, and horrible things would happen to them. The men left Mary and Greg on the island alone, with the fear of what would happen to them ten years later. Now, the date is October 30th, 1965.


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PostSubject: Scary Story   Tue Oct 31, 2006 5:45 pm

Five minutes until midnight, and all of the lights in the old victorian home were lit. There was a masquerade party that night, and all of the masked guests were jolly and gay. They dannced, ate, drank, and laughted, and in the midst of all the fun, no one noticed one particular guest who snuck away into the kitchen. Once there, the guest searched high and low through all of the drawers until he found the perfect blade. He crept over to the electric utility box, and precisely selected the wires. The old grandfather clock in the ballroom struck midnight, and all the lights in theg grand home slowly flickered off.
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Tue Oct 31, 2006 6:52 pm

The rain poured down hard as Harvey drove down the empty street late that night. He had lost track of time during the party and was now rushing to get home. After a few minutes he realized he was low on gas. When he got to a fork in the road, he decided to take the shortcut to save some time. The lights of the car caused the trees to cast odds shadows and made Harvey wonder why he never took this road before. As he went on, the engine of the car began to sputter. "Don't give up on me now!" he cried desperately. But after passing a few more trees, the car slowly came to a stop. All he could hear was the beating of his heart as he slowly realized he had stopped right in front of the town graveyard.
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Tue Oct 31, 2006 8:40 pm

John Grant sat in the corner of his room cold and shaking. He hungered for something that he knew instictively to be human flesh. Strange because until recently, he didn't even know what raw meat tasted like, and so far had not tasted human flesh. John knew that it was all somehow related the bizzare creature that had made off with his left arm just two weeks before. It's body was like of a starved lion, and its head like a cross between a horse and a snake. The image of the unusual beast became more and more terrifying each time John played the horrible experience in his mind. John lived in a relitively small community out in the country, and himself owned a small farm next to a swamp. He dared not venture too far from his home, but only occasionally slaughtered his own animal to try in a futile attempt to satisfy his hunger for flesh.
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PostSubject: Re: POST: Scary Stories--The Opening Paragraph   Wed Nov 01, 2006 4:27 pm

It wasn't normal for huge storms to hit Radioville, but it just happened to creep up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Lily, being only 7 at the time, hated storms. She tried to fall asleep when, suddenly, she heard a crash downstairs. She sat up in her bed and looked around. Everything seemed fine, so she grabbed her teddybear and walked down the stairs. Lightning flashed and the lights flickered out. Lily ran upstairs and hid under her covers. She shut her eyes and hoped she would fall asleep soon. She looked across the hall and saw some light illumintaing the dark hallway. Thinking her parents were awake, Lily got out of bed and walked towards the door. She put her small hand on the doorknob. It was ice cold. She saw shadows moving under the door. She started to turn the doorknob when the shadows stopped moving. The light turned off and she opened the door. Lily's eyes grew wide as she looked around. Her mother was lying on a blood-soaked bed with a knife through her chest. Her father was hanging from a rope from the ceiling. She heard someone, or something, laughing abnormally and the next thing she knew, she was lying in a hospital bed. A doctor told her what happpend and left her in her cold room alone. Lily fell asleep and would never forget what she dreamed that night.


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PostSubject: unscary intro to a VERY SCARY story...dun dun dun!   Wed Nov 01, 2006 4:39 pm

The newlyweds, Sarah and Peter, opened the door of their new home. It was a charming little house on Cape Cod, in fact, it even had a lighthouse about 15 yards away, though still on their property. It had been an old house, but remoldeled by realtors. Everything had been repainted, refloored, refurnished, etc. Except for one thing, the lighthouse. No matter how many times realtors tried to approach it, the same little boy came along a sang a song in another tongue, quickly changing the realtors' minds. But Sarah and Peter had made a pact when they bought the house; this summer, they swore to repaint the old lighthouse themselves so they could spend many nights together up there. And so, here they were, opening the front door of their new home. Sarah stepped in first, closely followed by Peter. He started to close the door until he noticed that the doormat was cruckid. As he straightened the doormat, he saw letters engraved on the floor. He quickly removed the doormat out of curiousity; it read "Le sang des proprietaires destiner ramenera tous les marins mort." Peter knew a little bit of French and he recognized a few words; 'sang' meant blood, 'destiner' meant destined, 'marins' meant sailor, and 'mort' meant dead. Peter was confused so he decided to ignore the message and cover it up again. Maybe Sarah would know what it meant, after all they did meet in their college French class.
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