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"That's not fair! I hate the basement! I won't do it and you can't make me!" Screamed Julie. She stood a whole four feet and ten inches, arms folded, in the middle of the living room staring at Karen, her babysitter.


"Julie please, calm down. Your mother told me to have you clean out the basement and I'm not taking the blame for you one more time. Stop being such a brat."


"I am not a brat!" Julie hated it when Karen called her a brat.


"Okay. I'm sorry." Karen apologized. "After you clean out the basement I'll make popcorn and we can watch a movie, Okay?"


"Fine. But there better be a lot of popcorn."


"Sure. Now go get to work because I have to make an important phone call." As Julie headed for the basement she heard Karen on the phone with her boyfriend peter. "Yeah I'm stuck babysitting again..." Julie stopped by the kitchen to grab a flashlight before she got to work.


There it was. The basement door. "Who knows what scary things are waiting for me down there?" Julie thought to herself. Being only ten years old she hadn't quite conquered her fear of the dark yet. She clicked on her flashlight and opened the door. A rush of cool air met her in the face. To her surprise she found a light switch but only a few of the bulbs worked. Slowly, she descended down the stairs. They creaked and squeaked with every step she took. Once at the bottom, she looked around. Dusty boxes cluttered the walls, spiderwebs clung to everything, and there was only one small window that shed no light because it was already dark outside.


"I guess I better start somewhere." She announced to nobody. Julie stacked two old crates on top of each other and climbed up to retrieve a box on top of what seemed like a cardboard castle. She reached up trying grab it when she lost her footing and fell to the ground knocking over several boxes on the way down. She hit her head on the ground and didn't move for a few seconds . When she got up she decided she wasn't going to try that again so she decided to clean up around the floor. As she was getting up, something caught her eye. Way over in the corner there was a blue bin. The lid was taped with about ten layers of duct tape. On the front is said" Julie's Toys"


Julie was very excited. She loved getting new toys, as did every ten year old. How come she had never seen this box before? She ripped off the tape and opened the lid. Toys of every kind filled the box. There were stuffed animals, dollhouses, plastic jewelry, and wait. What was that? Did something move? Julie dug down deeper to the bottom of the bin. "My Play With Me Stacy doll!" Stacy had long blonde hair, a pink T-shirt, yellow shorts, and a never-ending smile. "But how can you be here? Mrs. Whiskers chewed your head off."


She pulled the cord on the doll's back. "I don't know. Hee hee hee." Julie looked closer at Stacy. On the neck she saw where her cat had chewed her head but somebody had glued it back on.


"Let's go upstairs. I want you to meet Karen!" Julie told her new doll as she raced back up the stairs.


Mrs. Whiskers was sleeping in front of the fireplace. Karen was still on the phone. "Maybe you could come over later Peter." She saw Julie. "I gotta go. Julie's here." She hung up the phone. "Hey kiddo. You all done with the basement?


"No not yet. I fell really hard but then I found Stacy. See?" She held out her doll for Karen to hold.


Karen looked the doll over and pulled the cord. "Hi I'm Stacy!" Played from the doll's back.


"Cool Julie, but I've never really liked dolls. They give me the creeps." Karen shuddered. "So you fell in the basement? Maybe you should take a break. I'll make popcorn and you pick out a movie" Julie set Stacy down on the sofa and went to the movie cupboard. Once she had picked a movie she turned around and saw Stacy face down on the carpet.


"How did you get there Stacy?" She picked her up and put the movie in.


"I got the popcorn ready." Karen entered with a big round bowl. Julie and Karen ate the whole bowl and had a great time watching the movie together.


"Okay Julie, Its bedtime." Karen announced. "I already let you stay up too late."


"I'm bringing Stacy with me. She can sleep in my room."


"Don't let her keep you up too long. Do you want me to tuck you in?" Karen asked.


"No, I'm okay. Where are you going to sleep?


"I'll be right here on the sofa. Goodnight Julie."


"Goodnight Karen." Once in her own room Julie put Stacy on a shelf in between the stuffed bunny and the bear across from her bed. She brushed her teeth and got her pajamas on. "Goodnight Stacy." Julie said as she drifted off to sleep.


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Julie bolted upright at the sound of Karen's shriek at about twelve o'clock. She ran for the kitchen where she heard Karen screaming.


"Karen! What happened? OH MY GOSH!" Julie stared at the tile on the kitchen floor where Mrs. Whiskers body lay in a puddle of crimson blood. Her head severed off, three feet from the body. "Oh Mrs. Whiskers! Who did this?" Julie started crying at the loss of her cat.


"Julie, she could have jumped on the counter and knocked over a knife. I don't think anybody would have a reason to kill her. Let's leave her here and clean up in the morning. You just go back to sleep"


"Okay. Thanks Karen. I'm going to miss her and maybe someday I can get another cat and"


"Go to bed. You're rambling."


Julie was so tired she couldn't even think. As she crawled into bed she took one last look at Stacy who was on the shelf next to the giraffe. "Was that really where I had put her? Thought Julie as she immediately fell asleep.


She woke up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. Stacy wasn't on her shelf so she went to find Karen. Maybe Karen was playing with Stacy. Julie heard muffled noises coming from the living room and she was beginning to feel very scared. In the center of the room was Karen tied up in a chair with lots of ropes. As Julie stepped toward her Karen tried to scream for her to get away but she was gagged so she couldn't talk.


"Thaaacccyyy eeevvvooolll!! Thaaacccyyy eeevvvooolll!!" Karen tried to communicate.


Julie didn't know what she was saying but she knew something dangerous was in her house. Then she saw her. Stacy. She was on the sofa with a bloody knife in her hand. "You! You murdered Mrs. Whiskers!" Then she understood. Karen was trying to say Stacy Evil! Stacy jumped up and started chasing her with the knife. Julie knew what Stacy was cappable of doing. So she ran. She ran to her room and slammed the door. Surly Stacy can't open a door. Can she? Julie jumped up on her bed and got against the wall. She didn't know what to do.


Just then her door swung open and there was Stacy standing in the threshhold. Then very slowly in the sweetest, scariest voice Stacy said, "Play with me Julie."


"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" Julie screamed! Stacy was about to enter her bedroom was a huge axe came down on Stacy's little plastic head again and again and again. "AHHHHHHHHH!!!"


Then a boy about Karen's age appeared in her doorway. "Peter!" It was Peter, Karen's boyfriend! Julie ran into his arms and hugged him. "Stacy was going to kill me! You saved me!"


"No problem kiddo! Now lets go untie Karen!" Peter carried Julie into the living room where Karen was stilled tied up and gagged. Julie took the gag out of her mouth while Peter undid the ropes.


Karen jumped out of her chair and hugged Peter first then Julie. "Julie are you okay? She didn't hurt you did she?"


"No, I'm okay, a little terrified of dolls now but I'm okay." Julie answered.


"What about you Peter? Are you okay? You got rid of her for good right" Karen asked Peter.


"There is no way she will ever be coming back." Peter answered "Now I'm guessing you two don't want to stay here alone after all that right? Not with the dead cat in the kitchen?"


"Can we go to your house Peter?" Julie asked him.


"Sure! Why not? I'll drive you two back here in the morning before Julie's parents get home. What do you say Karen?"


"Thank you peter. I wouldn't mind leaving this house either." Karen agreed.


So they went to Peter's house and Julie went right to sleep on the couch. When she woke up she was in a room that she didn't recognize at all. She heard somebody say "Look! She's awake!"


Just then her mom and dad rushed in looking frantic and saying things like "Honey, are you okay?" and "Oh I'm so glad you're awake"


Julie was very confused. "Where am I? Where's Karen and Peter? What about Stacy? Is She gone? Did somebody get rid of Mrs. Whiskers? What am I doing here?"


Her mother tried to calm her down. "Julie Honey, You're in the hospital. Karen is in the waiting room. I don't know who Stacy is. Mrs. Whiskers is at home, probably sleeping by the fire like she always does."


Julie still wanted a question answered. "WHY AM I HERE?"


Her father came over to her. "Julie, you were in the basement and you fell. You hit your head and got a bad concussion. Karen found you and brought you here. You have been in a coma for two days."


Julie had never felt more relieved. None of it had ever happened. She never found Stacy, Stacy never killed Mrs. Whiskers, She never tied Karen up. It was all in her mind. She had been here all along. She was so relieved.


"Can I get you anything Sweetie?" Her mother asked.


"Actually mom, I am pretty hungry. Do you think I could have something to eat?"


"Of course. We'll be right back." Her mom and dad left the room.


Julie examined her room. It was nice. There were books, flowers, get well cards, and toys. One toy stood out to her more than the others. It was on a shelf across from the bed.


It had blonde hair, a pink shirt, yellow shorts, a never ending smile, and this time it was holding a bloody knife. It was Stacy and in that same evil voice she said, "Play with me Julie."


"AHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Do you like my short horror story?
That has got to be the most professional short horror story Ive ever read. Very detailed and good quotes. I love the way she woke up with a concussion and Stacy came back. very nice beginning and the body paragraphs are fabulous. The end is absolutely chilling!!!!!!! Good job. xoxo, peppy_girl84!!!! P.S - But to improve you should mention that Peter, the boyfriend entered the house.
Reply:pretty bad and as been used before
Reply:thats a good story. i almost peed my pants :)


my gf doesn't like dolls either. :)


i bet if you wrote more scary stories, u could publish it in a book!


i really liked it. if i was to rate it, i would definitely give it a 1000/5 :)
Reply:sounds like a copy of chuckie, but yeah, it's pretty good.


you can make an account on ficwad.com and post it.


idk, but yeah, there are some errors that you could fix, but it's ok.
Reply:omg thats scaryy


wat happens next??


does she get killed?


wat about stacy??


wow dats a gud storyy
Reply:It was good. It reminded me of an episode of The Twilight Zone but with practice you could be a great writer!
Reply:LOVED IT!!!!!! omg i would read the rest! if there was another book
Reply:ok claire well it was really good but it did have errors. and one more thing if it never happend, then y was there a doll with a knife? what kind of person would give a child a doll with a BLOODY KNIFE in its hand?ok toodles!!! L8R G8R.


%26lt;3 Me! U know me!


P.S. u didn't scare me! So HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Reply:il ike it, but it was a little typical as far as short horror stories go. it was still good, tho.
Reply:YOU CALL THAT SHORT!!!


sorry i didnt read it its just way to long.
Reply:pretty good
Reply:A few rough spots, but a great job! If you don't take creative writing courses, and pursue a career in writing, the world will lose a potentially great author. Stick to it. Best of Luck!
Reply:that was pretty cliched you need to show how ppl do things in your writing not just say they did them......... you can just say someone screamed ya know insted of saying ahhhhhh everyone knows what a scream sounds like
Reply:Just soak it in bleach overnight, it should be fine in the morning.
Reply:i thought it was good but it wasnt really scary but then again really no stories or movies that are supposed to scary scare me so dont think its not scary becaause i say so it was very good i think you should pubishe more go to the wesite below to publish it it is really good i loved it so much my grandfather is a book publisher if you want me too i could get him to publish it her is my email. Email me if you want me to get my grandfather to publish it xxbroken_heart9xx@yahoo.com
Reply:you call that SHORT



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