Contest [Halloween Special] The Halloween Horror Story

[Adab 2,898]

Good-luck to all participants,

because I'm not taking part.. :ph34r:

 

pls don't ask me the reason, pleash

Edited November 11, 2018 by adab_online

[TankiNoob2000 231]

Here's my entry

 

The Man on the porch

 

I just finished giving out candy for Halloween. I ended up turning on my Xbox to play Madden 18. As I grabbed the controller, the doorbell rang. I rushed over there as fast as I could and found a man standing there with all black.

 

Strange, I thought to myself. Why would adults go trick or treating? I decided to play it cool and open my door the bucket of candy in my hand. I expected him to say trick or treat but for some reason at all he didn't say it I stood there for a moment of silence across from him. Eventually, I said "trick or treat" for him and gave him some candy.

 

I closed the door and continued playing my game until I heard my doorbell ring at 10:30 PM. I got real annoyed and checked to see who it was. I was shocked to see the same man standing on my porch waiting for me to open the door. "What is he still doing here?" I asked myself. I opened the door again and told him "I alredy gave you candy. It's half past 10." I shut the door and continued playing Madden.

 

It was midnight now and I decided to call quits. I still had thoughts of whether the man was still there. I brushed my teeth and went to bed. I got only a couple minutes of sleep until I heard my doorbell ring again. I cursed something under my breath along the lnes "My gosh. I already told him to leave now what does he want?" I stomped downstairs and told the man in n angry tone "Alright now you're angering me. Get off my porch and go back to wher you came from." I slammed the door so hard y neighbor next door nudged me.I went back to bed and got a decent amount of sleep. I woke up at 3:55 to a loud banging noise on my door

 

I told myself "Oh come on!" I looked out my window and I saw the man trying to kick down my door. The

first option for me was to call the cops. I called 911 and told the operator "I see a man outside my window trying to kick my door down. Can you send the cops?" The operator replied " The cops are on the way." The man kicked down my door and I said to myself "Oh crap." I told the operator that the man broke in and she told me to hide and stay on the line. I hid in my closet and prayed that the cops would come.

 

The man was getting closer to my room and I told the operator "I am going to die!" She told me not to panic but then, the man found me in closet. I tackled the man down and held him long enough for the police to come. The cops eventually came and arrested the man. I thanked them for coming when I needed it most. The cops congratulated me for taking the risk and attacking the man. The cops took the man away and I was able to sleep well.

 

I woke up happy from what happened and told myself that I would never give out Halloween candy again.

The incident would come back to haunt me one day when Halloween strikes back.

 

 

The end

Edited November 12, 2018 by TankiNoob2000

[TankiNoob2000 231]

The mobile forum was preventing me from doing my best work Arrrgh! That's why my story was edited.

Edited November 11, 2018 by TankiNoob2000

[NEONGAMING 0]

                         PROJECT-X

 

She was now feeling sleepy.

I can go, maybe.

Chloe's 7 now, she shouldn't be the one wanting to hear lullabies.Especially not from her dad!

But nonetheless I am her dad and I have to take care of her :P

I looked around, it was quite and dark; around 11 am.I had told her that I would come back till 2:30 am

She was a girl that used to believe in ghosts and all that poop. She was interested in that ****ty Ouija board thing. She told me to bring one for her! I don' t know if they are really work.

I'll just get her a fake one!

She was asleep then. It was time for me to leave. 

Terry told me to meet him by 11:30 in his lab.

I was on time

There are no lights entering inside nor are the inside lights getting to escape.

As i went i saw two bats crash into each other and i guess now there in love :D

I need to go inside now...

'Project-X is partially complete'Terry said.

'Partially? What do you mean?'I asked in shock

He began to shake,'I-It esc-c-caped!!'

'WHAT??!!'i was frozen to the bone.

Suddenly he turned pale and then with a trembling hand he pointed behind me.

He didn't have to say a word i knew what to do.Run.Run as fast as i can.

I heard a groan behind me.I knew it.Project-X was behind me

It was a terrorizing ball of shadowy energy. It had a chilling aura

I ran!Ran to my full extent.

I need to get help

Terry,my colleague stood there in surprise as death awaited him.

It floated towards it and.....I closed my eyes.My eyes began to water.

Not today

Not now 

I got in my car and ran

Project-X could change forms so i need to be careful

I think i should get home.Its 2:50 already

I reach home at 3 am

I go inside.Chloe's door is locked

No no no no no!!

I go back to take a run and charge at the door.

it breaks open and i fall inside.

Chloe's sitting on her bed with her teady,she looks calm as if she knows what happened and has the solution.

She said'Dad,there is a monster in the cupboard' and she had a grim face i could see a very small,evil-ish smile creep up. How can she smile at this moment!

I go towards the cupboard.

I open it

What i saw? well i saw Chloe in the position of a ball.

She is crying silently.Sweating,Horrified

She whispered' there is a monster on the bed!'and her eyes widened' dad,dont look behind'

I didnt know what to do.I looked back with the corner of my eye

NO

I turn and she has a knife

she raises her hand and.............

THE END

Edited November 12, 2018 by NEONGAMING

[C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.O.R 3,845]

 

Kinda... anticlimactic 

[Maharaja 204]

A very hurrying post...Other part, next Halloween. Stay tuned.

 

 

Age of Annihilation

Ogre Corp. was a multinational anti-hazard institute headquartered in Lahore, Pakistan. Its chairman, Mr. Abd-us-Salam, was an energetic & ambitious man of forty. His company’s aim was to look for any hazards which might threaten the sovereignty of their nation and which were unreached by the country’s disaster cell or were deliberately masked by it for security concerns. He believed in mutual collaboration and commitment to protection of civilians of Pakistan, his country.

 

To gather information from the entire country, he had set up thousands of base stations in major and minor, cities and towns. On 8^th October, 2005, scientists in a base station near Sialkot, noticed a very abrupt gravitational anomaly taking place near Chawinda, a small town to its South-east. The graphs that depicted seismic waves were record-high but to their awe, no earthquake was recorded in that town. Had their devices stopped working or their measurements were faulty, they had no idea. They were overwhelmed by the amount of bafflement they had to face while probing this anomaly. Research teams were dispatched to Chawinda in order to investigate the matter in extreme detail. In the meantime, Mr. Salam was also informed.

 

The teams reached Chawinda on short notice. They reached the exact location of the anomaly. To their surprise, they saw nothing but vast fields of rice and wheat. They were puzzled. They knew nothing but the fact that they could be hit by a magnitude 7 earthquake anytime. They spread out in groups and began looking for signs of possible out-pour of seismic waves. They found nothing. One of the groups led by Professor Morrison, a geology import from the States, found a patch of hardened soil, which was nowhere else to be found. The vegetation there was quite minimal. It was not much of a hectic work to find it as the patch was only half a mile far from the exact location of the anomaly. He hypothesized that the soil had started to release some sort of chemicals which seared the vegetation there. When asked about the mishap, the local community was found to be unaware. They thought that cattle had trampled the soil and made it hard. This clearly was not the case. They collected samples of soil and returned to their stations. That way they could be able to analyze the constituents of the soil. Although this had nothing to do with the anomaly, yet there was no other way to probe. They examined it minutely.

 

They found that the soil contained elements which were found in all types of soils near-by but their chemical nature had been morphed. They were all radioactive. They were amazed to see the results. After a week of experimentation and analysis, they concluded that soil samples were rich in radiations but were of no use since the scientists could not draw any valuable information from the samples. The key to solving the mystery, whatever it was, was lying beneath the soil. Thus, Mr. Salam ordered to excavate anything possible there. They knew that the soil was itself not radioactive but was made radioactive by some sort of radiations coming from a source which was underneath the soil.

 

On the eve of 31^st October, they brought with them, huge drilling machines to site of the excavation. They drilled into the soil. They went deep and deep until they hit something that sounded just like a metal. The machines could not drill further. The metal was in fact, a rock. The rock had alien scriptures on it. Even the interpreter was unable to decode the meanings of the writings. The rock was huge and heavy and it was stuck pretty heavily. It was impossible to pull the rock out. Again, Professor Morrison noticed strange regularities in defining characteristics of the rock. That rock had perfectly distanced lines which converged at a single point.  The point at which the lines converged was guarded by some sort of ‘alien lock’. This lock was in shape of pyramid with its top protruding towards Professor Morrison. It was strange to look at it. This alien lock was rotating every second with its speed increasing continuously and some sort of alarming sound echoing. This prompted the local villagers to draw themselves out of their houses and within no time there was a huge crowd surrounding the rock. The teams ordered the civilians to move out of the patch. They were eager to know as to what was happening.

 

Professor Morrison said to himself, “Maybe I should not touch it!”

 

Unwillingly, he pressed the lock. Within mere seconds, the entire rock blew and a giant explosion took place. The civilians and scientists all burnt to death. No man was alive except him, Mr. Morrison. Somehow, he had survived the explosion. Turns out, he was masked by the alien rock and shielded by it. He lost his human identity. He became more of a cremated human with powers to unimaginable extent. By a single sway of his hand, he could turn pure vegetation into dead matter. He had lost his conscious. As the minutes passed by, he gradually started changing into a greenish alien with his teeth protruding out of his mouth and legs gradually changing into webbed feet. He was not alone. With a single strike of his hand towards the south-west, he conjured thousands of his sentries. They started moving towards their destination. Lying among them were hundreds of innocent corpses.

 

Back at the base station in Sialkot, engineers found no communication with their research teams. They were worried. Mr. Salam was depressed. He ordered an inquiry into the matter. The President and the Prime Minister were also informed duly. They, in hesitation, barred Mr. Salam to give orders until further notice. The entire Ogre Corp. was infiltrated by the national intelligence agencies. Mr. Salam was hand-cuffed and presented for interrogation, something which irked him pretty badly.

 

Meanwhile, Morrison-turned-alien along with his army of sentries was advancing towards the provincial capital of Punjab, Lahore, and the very same city where the headquarters of Ogre Corp. were located. Emergency situation was declared in the whole country and army and paramilitary staff were positioned on high alert. One of the wing commanders noticed the alien reaction to bright sunlight. Exposure to bright light scorched their faces. The helicopters started firing at them, forcing them to move to light which ultimately scorched them. They were badly devastated. Seeing no hope of cease-fire, the aliens hit upon a plan. They merged together with their core and crux being the infamous Mr. Morrison. He was the heart and soul of the giant alien which was now powerful enough to sustain wounds caused by direct exposure to sunlight.

 

The alien seemed to advance towards the helicopters now. He hit a helicopter with his bare appendage and the helicopter crashed, killing all on board at the spot. The creature wiggled its tail and lashed its club on another helicopter which was continuously shooting at it and this copter was also destroyed. The alien breathed fire from his mouth and roared like a dragon would roar, gaining its dominance in the arena. The whole situation looked grim. More troops reached the scene. The whole country was under deadlock. Traffic had come to a standstill. People afraid, children scared, the old dismayed and the woman numb. The entire population was facing a being which they had never experienced before.

 

Soon the alien came under heavy fire and shelling. The creature was overloaded with monstrosity and revenge. It crushed everything in its path and obliterated every piece of meat it touched. There was only one solution to end this madness that Morrison had started which was to take it away from population and then nuke it. This solution was made in an eager attempt to destroy this alien. Thus preparations were made. But it was not easy to tackle this alien. It was intelligent enough to hack into Pakistan Telecommunications and divert calling routes to unknown numbers. Thus failing the only option left. There was no chance at even halting its monstrous voyage. Moreover, by absorbing dosage of thermal energy emitted by shelling and rapid rounds of firing, it was able to manipulate this energy and use it for its good by planting seeds to conjure more sentries.

 

Meanwhile, Abd-us-Salam was negotiating with the intelligence officers who had been questioning him for more than two hours. While he was being transferred to an alternate room, he broke out of the custody of the guards and unlocked his hand-cuffs. He reached a computer there and was able He sent an email to his employee and asked him to break in Ogre Corp’s headquarters to boot up servers in order to allow some country-wide communication. This part was easy as he was the only employee who knew the secret passage ways into the control room. He booted the servers. Salam managed to get into Ogre Corp’s mainframe and from his company’s portfolio, he telecasted himself and sent a message. The message read:

 

“By reading and comprehending visuals of the deadly catastrophe that struck Chawinda, I would like to allow myself to explain the possible key to this evil. The object seems to absorb every bit of thermal energy and in return is planting seedlings after a short time of which, they turn into his sentries. If we nuke this thing, we are not only providing it sufficient amount of energy to reproduce itself thrice but also we are allowing it to know as to what we are capable of. We do not want aliens to know of our technology. The atomic bomb is a marvel. And marvels need not be stolen. This thing has a core and if we are able to hit right at its core, then I am pretty sure that we can at least knock him off his feet. Then we can use neutron guns to devastate that very thing out of its existence. For grace of this country and for the well-being of the generations yet to come, this is the only possible solution, I assume.”

 

This message found itself inside the heart of every person who was watching it on TV. Thus they knew what was right. The president however disagreed. He summoned a priority meeting with military advisers and asked them for possible outcomes of nuclear attack. The C-in-C was ready to nuke. He did not believe in Salam after knowing that his men touched the alien ship and now the entire nation had to suffer. He had a tough decision to make. In a fit of fury, he ordered the PAF to nuke the alien. A 4^th generation F-16 carrying Pakistan’s pride the “Ghauri missile”, an ICBM, launched it, carrying 150 kilotons of destructive power. The alien was in perfect place to detonate a nuclear weapon as no population was within a mile radius. Within 4 minutes of launch, the ‘thing’ was hit. Inside half a kilometer radius, everything was destroyed by the fireball.

 

The entire nation was shook. But they had patience. They knew that this was a test of their patience.

After at least 10 minutes of strike, the mushroom cloud had settled. The helicopters flew in the place. The pilot was briefing the officers of the situation. He was on call and said:

 

“Sir, we are now enroute to ground zero…we have a visual of the ground zero. Sir, the alien has ….has not been destroyed, sir. It is hu….” Disconnected!

 

The alien was back at its feet. The helicopters crashed. The entire military was paralyzed for a moment.

“What have we done!” said the C-in-C.

 

Meanwhile, agent Imran entered the room of the President. Loud and clear, he said: “Mr. President, I assume we have a solution.”

 

The entire fleet of Ogre Corp. was united as ever before. Their mission was one and they were willing to lay down their lives for their country. They were the heroes of their nation and before them, lay a very puzzling mystery they had to resolve to ensure protection of their citizens, the sole purpose of Ogre Corp.

 

-----------------------------------------------------To be continued-----------------------------------------------------

 

 

[Creeperlamb 0]

Here is my entry:

 

Beach of Spirits

 

The locals have a legend. On Halloween, the spirits of the dead attempt to mingle with the living. As one gets closer to the ocean shore, the border of the Land of the Living, the spirits get more restless and persistent to join the living. If they are successful, they can go anywhere and do anything, but will leave the moment November 1st begins. It is advised to stay away from the recently deceased, as it provides a gateway for the spirits. But I have too much to worry about already. I don’t want to burden myself with local myths when I’m in the middle of a war.

 

I’m lying on my stomach in a blasted-out artillery crater on the beach. I have just regained consciousness from a grenade explosion that knocked me out. I can hear fighting far inland, but the beach is deserted. Night is about to fall and I begin to think about the myths.

 

The beach is littered with corpses of both friend and enemy alike.

 

I turn to the right and look at the body of Sam Drot, who was my best friend. Memories of his death flood my mind: the ambush, Sam getting shot, his body jerking before collapsing in the sand, my rage that sent me on a killing spree, and finally, the grenade explosion.

 

I slowly get up and load my gun. Was it just me, or was there someone up there on the beach? It is probably a soldier from the ongoing battle, but he seems kind of far off…

 

Something taps me on the shoulder.

 

I spin around, weapon ready, and see Sam standing upright, with his hand raised in greeting. But the most disturbing thing is that his body was already partially rotted. It was not like that before. He looks like a zombie. My mouth drops open in shock.

 

“Ho-How are you still alive?” I ask incredulously.

 

“Stay calm,” Sam replies. “The local people were right about their legends. I am dead, but I can interact with the living. Listen, the enemy can return too. If they see you, they will attack and kill you. Hey, it isn’t your fault I’m dead,” he adds, seeing the tears on my face.

 

“I could’ve saved you,” I reply bitterly.

 

“No, you avenged me, which as more than enough. What you have done makes me proud to be your friend. You have a life that I want you to live to the fullest. I will cover you. Go, and win the battle for me.” He gives me a ghostly smile and picks up a fallen gun. “Live your life. I will always be with you.”

 

I turn to see corpses pulling themselves off the ground and picking up weapons. Sam opens fire and I start running. A rotting corpse aims a gun at me, but I kick his head cleanly off. I shoot down two more corpses and head inland. As I run, thoughts on his sacrifice give me energy. I will not let it be in vain. It finally dawns on me that friends, living or dead, will always be there, through memories, achievements left behind, or sometimes as undead, animate corpses.

Edited November 12, 2018 by Creeperlamb

[Flexoo 6,980]

Last minutes to enter, everyone. Anything posted after the midnight will not be considered for the contest. Topic will be closed tomorrow as soon as I will get to it. Good luck to all participants.

[Maharaja 204]

When the winners will be announced?

[TankiNoob2000 231]

When the winners will be announced?

Hello! The winners will be announced December 7th which is less than a month away before the next issue ;). Good luck!

Edited November 13, 2018 by TankiNoob2000

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Contest's closed! Good luck everyone.