This is a blogfest about our greatest childhood monster, in honor of Christine Rains book release, Fearless! Check out
her book and blog by clicking on the pic above. Congrats, Christine! I decided to use part of my book to describe what fears me. Does this scare you as well? Do you have a childhood fear you want to share? Here is mine:
Over and
over again, was the sound of a Jack in the box toy accompanied by a strange
laughter that sent shivers down her spine. She felt dizzy and choked on some vomit, dazed
and confused it took a moment before she recognized her own bed. She wondered where
her uncle was and why it was so hard to think.
The sound of rustling papers and the ticking sound of a toy being wound
up came from inside the closet. Slowly her focus returned and the moonlight cut
through the darkness casting a wicked looking shadow just inside the closet door.
Not being able to breathe, a sudden numbness trapped her senses. In her head a
familiar voice whispered, “Stay still, and don’t let it see that you’re awake.”
This was a dream, it had to be a dream and as she approached the closet and
slowly opened the door, a stench filled the room and panic set in raising every
hair on her body. Through the darkness and inside the shadows lingered a half
human shape of what must have been a man. Slowly with claw like fingers it
cranked up one of her old toys, and his yellow eyes glowed with evil as he
laughed again before singing along in an odd inhuman voice.
“Round and
round the cobbler's bench
The monkey
chased the weasel,
The monkey
thought 'twas all in fun
Pop! Goes
the weasel.”
Just then
the music stopped, and a small clown jumped out of the jack in the box causing Liv
to startle. Standing there like a puppet frozen in time, she watched as the toy
master turned his glowing eyes towards her. Not a single inch of her body
listened as she stood there begging to run. Out of the shadows and closer he
came until he stood there in front of her. Pieces of long black hair clung to
patches of skin that hung from his head and face. Towering over her he put his
large claws on Livs shoulders and drew her near. His foul breath lapped at the
air as he said, “So nice to finally meet you Princess.” He made a crooked bow
and then continued to speak with a strange drawl as if half drunk, or as if the
words felt strange on his tongue.
“My you are
a pretty little thing, not what I expected at all.” He took one of his
knifelike fingers and traced it slowly over Livs breast.
“I can feel
your heart beating like a scared little rabbit underneath that pink skin of
yours.” Tilting his head he leaned over and smelled the small of Livs neck, and
she shivered as his long tongue swept over her skin tasting it like a piece of
candy.
“You can
make this easy on yourself and just give me the box you found and a small drop
of your blood.” He backed away and studied her closely, and then tilting his
head to the side he said,
“You do not
know what you are, do you?”
Check out other scary stories and let me know what you think of mine.
So I am getting the creepy crawlers!There are a lot of scary monters out there.
14 comments:
What is Princess? What is she?
Clowns and my little sister scared the crap out of me most times but so did the dark. I used to sleep with the pillow and covers over my head and I held my breath alot. I didn't sleep all that well as a child or a teen. There must've been something in my closet and under my bed.
Hugs,
Shelly
That is creepy! Jack in the Boxes were always creepy.
This is brilliant! I neve did like those Jack in the Boxes. They always creeped me out.
Whoa, serious goosebumps over here! Jack in the Boxes are very scary things!
ooh, this was creepy! I don't like Jack in the Box, either!
Odd, we both had a closet in uncle in our scary tale...?! :D
Clowns were never my favorites! Painted on smiles reminded me too much of politicians! Great post.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCARY CLOWN MONSTER THING LICKING THE PRINCESS CHICK!!!!!!!!!!
Gah, I'd like to write something more intelligent, but I'm twitching from the imagery, over here. ::shivers!::
Some Dark Romantic
Jack in the boxes still remain creepy for some reason. Especially the old metal ones. Maybe it's the music and the clicking noises. Great story! Very frightening. Thank you so much for sharing it with us and for helping promote my novella.
I never cared for jack in the boxes. Reminds of of that Twilight Episode where that creepy kid ( I think he was the boy from Lost In Space) turned people he didn;t like into jack in the boxes and set them in a corn field.
My own childhood monster wait for you at my blog now ... if you dare! :-) Roland
What a great story. I was never scared of clowns, but one of my daughters was. She hated them the one time we took her to the circus and never wanted to go back. She also hated the cute clown puppets I had put on a shelf in her room.
That;s some seriously creepy stuff. I was never all that scared of Jack-in-the-boxes.
Until now that is!
Yeech, I wasn't a fan of Jack-in-the-Box either. Clowns... nah, definitely *not* fun. Thanks for sharing!
Creepy! Definitely a scary story.
My monster: http://thewarriormuse.blogspot.com/2012/08/childhood-monster-blog-fest.html
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