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(00:12):
Welcome to micro Terrors, scary storiesfor kids where it's always the spooky season,
full of chills, thrills, andspine tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are
(00:35):
family friendly frights for those ages eightand up, and while our stories are
for younger ears, we are stilltalking about things that go bump in the
night, and some children may notbe able to handle what others can.
Parental consent is recommended now for tonight's micro Terror dead missed. As our
(01:07):
quest for candy dwindled to just afew scattered homes with their porch lights still
on, I decided to call it. I could tell my younger brother was
getting tired from walking around the neighborhoodfor the past two hours, and my
friend Frazier seemed to be losing interestin the whole thing anyway. That didn't
surprise me, though he barely evendressed up. Old baggy clothing and some
(01:30):
black paint around the eyes passed fora costume these days, I guess.
My younger brother Levi, however,did go all out for Halloween with his
costume. The little guy loved Halloween, but his slowing pace and occasional size
let me know he'd had about enoughof it. I put my hand on
Levi's shoulder. You're ready to headback, little man, I asked him.
(01:53):
Yeah, Levi sighed heavily. Mylegs hurt, and I'm tharving for
one of those massive Clark bars wegot from missus Crane's house. Clark bars.
Fraser scoffed, you got to hitthe snickers, little dude. Clark
bars are for old people. Isneered at Frasier. What was that even
(02:15):
supposed to mean? He had somenerve trying to put a damper on Levi's
candy craving. If Levi wanted aClark bar, then Levi I could have
a Clark bar. He wants aClark bar, Frasier, I snapped at
him. Frasier galkeed at me,confused by my aggression that what would have
normally been a very mundane comment,But what he didn't realize was that I
(02:36):
knew something about him, something thatmade my blood boil, something that cost
me a great deal of misery overthe last month and a half. It
doesn't really matter, Levi, wind, I just want some candy left,
go home soon, I said,I just want to make one last stop
where Frasier asked, dead missed pass, I whispered in a purposefully creepy way.
(03:05):
It was Halloween, after all.Levi gulped nervously, and Frasier stopped
walking along the sidewalk. Why doyou want to go there, he asked.
It's Halloween night. The ghost trainis said to cross the bridge every
Halloween night at nine o'clock sharp,I said, checking my watch, we
should get moving, but I wantto go home, Levi whined again.
(03:30):
You can eat some candy on theway. I enticed him that ghost train
story is just an urban legend,Frasier said, I smiled at Frasier.
Then you should have nothing to fear. Come on, it'll be a cool
Halloween thrill. Fraser finally gave in, and with Levi now eating from his
(03:50):
bag of candy, he was nolonger in a rush to go home.
After leaving the neighborhood, we enteredthe adjacent park. The trail we were
on started off paved and gradually devolvedinto dirt as it entered the woods,
eventually becoming nothing more than matted downvegetation. The vividly bright moon served as
our only source of light, andthe constant sounds of animals like crickets and
(04:14):
owls surrounded us in a cold night, an eerie atmosphere. For sure,
it fit the holiday perfectly and addeda darkly appropriate ambiance to what I had
planned if getting spooky out here,Levi said. I sensed that his preoccupation
with his Halloween candy had run itscourse, and he was now going to
be whining to go home. Butwe couldn't, not before we reached Dead
(04:40):
mist Pass. I don't see whywe're coming out here. Frazier again voiced
his distaste from my little excursion.Don't you want a genuine Halloween scare?
I asked him. Sure, butwith something real. The ghost train isn't
real, he insisted. But itwas real, I thought, and it
(05:01):
was going to teach my friend alesson. I checked my watch and saw
it was eight fifty five. Frasierwas only five minutes from seeing how real
it truly was. The legend ofDead mist Pass started over a hundred years
ago when an old tiny steam locomotive, one that ran on coal and the
blood in sweat of its operators,was carrying more than a dozen criminals across
(05:26):
the state. The bridge in townoriginally called Misty Pass because of the heavy
fog that would normally settle beneath.It became known as Dead mist Pass in
the years that followed because on onefaithful Halloween night, the train derailed and
plunged from the bridge into the misty, rocky terrain below. Every Halloween since,
(06:01):
the train is said to cross thebridge carrying the souls of the original
criminals, as well as any othersit picks up along the way. The
three of us made our way upa tall, uneven embankment and finally reached
the top. Below us was thejagged ground where the train was said to
have plummeted, but beneath our feetwere the old tracks. The wood was
(06:25):
soft and warped, the rails rustyand weak. We cautiously walked the tracks,
Levi and Fraser following my lead,until we were on the bridge.
The railings on either side of thesingle stretch of tracks were broken in so
many places that even the slightest misstepwould secure our certain doom. I could
tell Levi was scared. He unknowinglygrabbed onto my jacket and hadn't let go
(06:48):
since we reached the top of theembankment that placed a hand on his shoulder
and gave him a warming smile,hoping he would trust me. Okay,
this is definitely a thrill. Frasiertrembled, trying not to look down.
I don't think we need a ghosttrain to come through. Are you scared?
I asked him. He didn't answer. He just kept concentrating on not
(07:12):
looking over the railings. I checkedmy watch. It changed from eight fifty
nine to nine o'clock. I smiled, any moment. Now, what if
a train comes LEVI asked, witha nervous stutter. Trains don't run on
these tracks anymore. Fraser said,see how broken up everything is broken?
(07:35):
I said, just like my trustin you. Silence surmounted us, save
for the chirping crickets and a hootingowl nearby. Fraser turned around and faced
me. He cocked his head.What do you mean by that my Randy
Johnson signed baseball, I said,the one my dad gave me the night
(07:58):
he died. You know how muchI treasured it. What are you talking
about? Frasier nervously asked, Iknow how big of a Mariner's collector you
are. I said, you werealways jealous of that ball. Frasier was
speechless. He looked to Levi,who let go on my jacket. In
the distance, all three of usheard the haunting whistle of a train in
(08:20):
Unison. We turned and faced theway we'd come, onto the tracks.
A ghost leap fog began to form, veiling us from seeing anything coming down
the tracks. Frasier turned to me, Are you accusing me of stealing your
ball? I'm not just accusing you, I'm completely blaming you. That ball
(08:41):
means so much to me, andnow it's gone. You're the only other
Mariners Fan I know that has accessto my house and my room. Frasier
let out a harsh laugh. Sowhat you planned here? Lure me up
to dead Mist Pass and let theghost trade take me away. Eaton once
again turned his attention to my littlebrother. Come on, Levi, he
(09:03):
said, urgingly. The train whistleblasted again, this time much louder.
The tracks we stood on began torumble rhythmically, as if something heavy was
bounding in our direction. Fraser spunaround, trying to see through the fog.
His breathing picked up noticeably, andhe let out a series of small,
nervous laughs. I had him rightwhere I wanted him. A light
(09:28):
dim at first, but then growingwith intensity, glowed within the fog.
I couldn't believe it. The ghosttrain was real and it was coming.
The rumbling beneath our feet now madeit difficult to stand. Levi grabbed onto
my jacket again and screamed, justas the thick fog was sliced down the
middle, burning up in the vividglow of the train's head lamp. The
train roared at us. It wasas black as night and veiled with a
(09:52):
wispy blue whirls of ghostly mist.I grabbed Levi by the back of his
costume and pulled him down to theground with me. Even though I knew
it was a ghost train that wouldonly take criminals with it, in this
case a thief, it was stilla gut reaction to dive to safety.
The train roared over us and threwus, rattling the weak boards and rails
we took cover on like an earthquake. I heard Frasier's screams fade away into
(10:16):
nothingness. A small smirk crossed myface, knowing that the deed was done.
The thief who stole one of mymost precious possessions finally paid for it.
The harsh winds from the train beganto slow, and the hauntings whistle
from the ghost train echoed further downthe tracks. Calmness now reigned over dead
(10:37):
mist pass. Enjoy your eternal ride, I uttered to myself, speaking out
to Frasier as an afterthought. Istood to my feet, watching the ghostly
mist on the tracks fade. Butin the fading mist, I saw the
silhouette of someone. I squinted atthem as the swirling haze evaporated. Fraser
(10:58):
stood there, his back to me, frozen in fear for Frasier, I
called out, my voice, carryingacross the tracks. He turned around,
stunned in disbelief at what had justhappened. What you done? Frasier's voice
quivered. I didn't know what tosay. I truly believed the legend the
(11:18):
train was supposed to take him,to take Frasier for his selfish crime.
What have you done? He screamed, pointing next to me. I looked,
but didn't see anything. What washe talking about? But then I
realized and not twisted in my stomach, teasing a sharp, nauseating feeling.
LEVI, Where was LEVI? Youidiot. Frasier screamed at me, I
(11:43):
didn't steal your precious baseball LEVI did. He traded it to some kid at
school for his shoe box full ofPokemon cards. I was speechless. I
looked from the empty space next tome where my brother once was, and
then back up to Frasier. Theghost train has a new passenger. Fraser
(12:03):
uttered in a terrified any motive tone. A final distant blast of the trains
whistle sent a ripple of chills downmy spine. What had I done?
Thank you for listening to micro Terrors. Join us each Saturday for another scary
(12:28):
story. For more fun, visitour website at micro terrors dot com,
where we will also have spooky gamesyou can print out and play like wicked
word searches, mysterious mazes, andmore. Micro terrors dot com is also
where you can find us on yourfavorite social media and even sending your own
(12:52):
scary story for us to tell.Plus, you'll learn more about our author,
Scott Donnelly, who has other horrorsfor both young and old. I
hope you'll join me again soon.From micro Terrors Scary Stories for Kids
Welcome to micro Terrors, scary storiesfor kids where it's always the spooky season,
full of chills, thrills, andspine tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are
(00:35):
family friendly frights for those ages eightand up, and while our stories are
for younger ears, we are stilltalking about things that go bump in the
night, and some children may notbe able to handle what others can.
Parental consent is recommended now for tonight's micro Terror dead missed. As our
(01:07):
quest for candy dwindled to just afew scattered homes with their porch lights still
on, I decided to call it. I could tell my younger brother was
getting tired from walking around the neighborhoodfor the past two hours, and my
friend Frazier seemed to be losing interestin the whole thing anyway. That didn't
surprise me, though he barely evendressed up. Old baggy clothing and some
(01:30):
black paint around the eyes passed fora costume these days, I guess.
My younger brother Levi, however,did go all out for Halloween with his
costume. The little guy loved Halloween, but his slowing pace and occasional size
let me know he'd had about enoughof it. I put my hand on
Levi's shoulder. You're ready to headback, little man, I asked him.
(01:53):
Yeah, Levi sighed heavily. Mylegs hurt, and I'm tharving for
one of those massive Clark bars wegot from missus Crane's house. Clark bars.
Fraser scoffed, you got to hitthe snickers, little dude. Clark
bars are for old people. Isneered at Frasier. What was that even
(02:15):
supposed to mean? He had somenerve trying to put a damper on Levi's
candy craving. If Levi wanted aClark bar, then Levi I could have
a Clark bar. He wants aClark bar, Frasier, I snapped at
him. Frasier galkeed at me,confused by my aggression that what would have
normally been a very mundane comment,But what he didn't realize was that I
(02:36):
knew something about him, something thatmade my blood boil, something that cost
me a great deal of misery overthe last month and a half. It
doesn't really matter, Levi, wind, I just want some candy left,
go home soon, I said,I just want to make one last stop
where Frasier asked, dead missed pass, I whispered in a purposefully creepy way.
(03:05):
It was Halloween, after all.Levi gulped nervously, and Frasier stopped
walking along the sidewalk. Why doyou want to go there, he asked.
It's Halloween night. The ghost trainis said to cross the bridge every
Halloween night at nine o'clock sharp,I said, checking my watch, we
should get moving, but I wantto go home, Levi whined again.
(03:30):
You can eat some candy on theway. I enticed him that ghost train
story is just an urban legend,Frasier said, I smiled at Frasier.
Then you should have nothing to fear. Come on, it'll be a cool
Halloween thrill. Fraser finally gave in, and with Levi now eating from his
(03:50):
bag of candy, he was nolonger in a rush to go home.
After leaving the neighborhood, we enteredthe adjacent park. The trail we were
on started off paved and gradually devolvedinto dirt as it entered the woods,
eventually becoming nothing more than matted downvegetation. The vividly bright moon served as
our only source of light, andthe constant sounds of animals like crickets and
(04:14):
owls surrounded us in a cold night, an eerie atmosphere. For sure,
it fit the holiday perfectly and addeda darkly appropriate ambiance to what I had
planned if getting spooky out here,Levi said. I sensed that his preoccupation
with his Halloween candy had run itscourse, and he was now going to
be whining to go home. Butwe couldn't, not before we reached Dead
(04:40):
mist Pass. I don't see whywe're coming out here. Frazier again voiced
his distaste from my little excursion.Don't you want a genuine Halloween scare?
I asked him. Sure, butwith something real. The ghost train isn't
real, he insisted. But itwas real, I thought, and it
(05:01):
was going to teach my friend alesson. I checked my watch and saw
it was eight fifty five. Frasierwas only five minutes from seeing how real
it truly was. The legend ofDead mist Pass started over a hundred years
ago when an old tiny steam locomotive, one that ran on coal and the
blood in sweat of its operators,was carrying more than a dozen criminals across
(05:26):
the state. The bridge in townoriginally called Misty Pass because of the heavy
fog that would normally settle beneath.It became known as Dead mist Pass in
the years that followed because on onefaithful Halloween night, the train derailed and
plunged from the bridge into the misty, rocky terrain below. Every Halloween since,
(06:01):
the train is said to cross thebridge carrying the souls of the original
criminals, as well as any othersit picks up along the way. The
three of us made our way upa tall, uneven embankment and finally reached
the top. Below us was thejagged ground where the train was said to
have plummeted, but beneath our feetwere the old tracks. The wood was
(06:25):
soft and warped, the rails rustyand weak. We cautiously walked the tracks,
Levi and Fraser following my lead,until we were on the bridge.
The railings on either side of thesingle stretch of tracks were broken in so
many places that even the slightest misstepwould secure our certain doom. I could
tell Levi was scared. He unknowinglygrabbed onto my jacket and hadn't let go
(06:48):
since we reached the top of theembankment that placed a hand on his shoulder
and gave him a warming smile,hoping he would trust me. Okay,
this is definitely a thrill. Frasiertrembled, trying not to look down.
I don't think we need a ghosttrain to come through. Are you scared?
I asked him. He didn't answer. He just kept concentrating on not
(07:12):
looking over the railings. I checkedmy watch. It changed from eight fifty
nine to nine o'clock. I smiled, any moment. Now, what if
a train comes LEVI asked, witha nervous stutter. Trains don't run on
these tracks anymore. Fraser said,see how broken up everything is broken?
(07:35):
I said, just like my trustin you. Silence surmounted us, save
for the chirping crickets and a hootingowl nearby. Fraser turned around and faced
me. He cocked his head.What do you mean by that my Randy
Johnson signed baseball, I said,the one my dad gave me the night
(07:58):
he died. You know how muchI treasured it. What are you talking
about? Frasier nervously asked, Iknow how big of a Mariner's collector you
are. I said, you werealways jealous of that ball. Frasier was
speechless. He looked to Levi,who let go on my jacket. In
the distance, all three of usheard the haunting whistle of a train in
(08:20):
Unison. We turned and faced theway we'd come, onto the tracks.
A ghost leap fog began to form, veiling us from seeing anything coming down
the tracks. Frasier turned to me, Are you accusing me of stealing your
ball? I'm not just accusing you, I'm completely blaming you. That ball
(08:41):
means so much to me, andnow it's gone. You're the only other
Mariners Fan I know that has accessto my house and my room. Frasier
let out a harsh laugh. Sowhat you planned here? Lure me up
to dead Mist Pass and let theghost trade take me away. Eaton once
again turned his attention to my littlebrother. Come on, Levi, he
(09:03):
said, urgingly. The train whistleblasted again, this time much louder.
The tracks we stood on began torumble rhythmically, as if something heavy was
bounding in our direction. Fraser spunaround, trying to see through the fog.
His breathing picked up noticeably, andhe let out a series of small,
nervous laughs. I had him rightwhere I wanted him. A light
(09:28):
dim at first, but then growingwith intensity, glowed within the fog.
I couldn't believe it. The ghosttrain was real and it was coming.
The rumbling beneath our feet now madeit difficult to stand. Levi grabbed onto
my jacket again and screamed, justas the thick fog was sliced down the
middle, burning up in the vividglow of the train's head lamp. The
train roared at us. It wasas black as night and veiled with a
(09:52):
wispy blue whirls of ghostly mist.I grabbed Levi by the back of his
costume and pulled him down to theground with me. Even though I knew
it was a ghost train that wouldonly take criminals with it, in this
case a thief, it was stilla gut reaction to dive to safety.
The train roared over us and threwus, rattling the weak boards and rails
we took cover on like an earthquake. I heard Frasier's screams fade away into
(10:16):
nothingness. A small smirk crossed myface, knowing that the deed was done.
The thief who stole one of mymost precious possessions finally paid for it.
The harsh winds from the train beganto slow, and the hauntings whistle
from the ghost train echoed further downthe tracks. Calmness now reigned over dead
(10:37):
mist pass. Enjoy your eternal ride, I uttered to myself, speaking out
to Frasier as an afterthought. Istood to my feet, watching the ghostly
mist on the tracks fade. Butin the fading mist, I saw the
silhouette of someone. I squinted atthem as the swirling haze evaporated. Fraser
(10:58):
stood there, his back to me, frozen in fear for Frasier, I
called out, my voice, carryingacross the tracks. He turned around,
stunned in disbelief at what had justhappened. What you done? Frasier's voice
quivered. I didn't know what tosay. I truly believed the legend the
(11:18):
train was supposed to take him,to take Frasier for his selfish crime.
What have you done? He screamed, pointing next to me. I looked,
but didn't see anything. What washe talking about? But then I
realized and not twisted in my stomach, teasing a sharp, nauseating feeling.
LEVI, Where was LEVI? Youidiot. Frasier screamed at me, I
(11:43):
didn't steal your precious baseball LEVI did. He traded it to some kid at
school for his shoe box full ofPokemon cards. I was speechless. I
looked from the empty space next tome where my brother once was, and
then back up to Frasier. Theghost train has a new passenger. Fraser
(12:03):
uttered in a terrified any motive tone. A final distant blast of the trains
whistle sent a ripple of chills downmy spine. What had I done?
Thank you for listening to micro Terrors. Join us each Saturday for another scary
(12:28):
story. For more fun, visitour website at micro terrors dot com,
where we will also have spooky gamesyou can print out and play like wicked
word searches, mysterious mazes, andmore. Micro terrors dot com is also
where you can find us on yourfavorite social media and even sending your own
(12:52):
scary story for us to tell.Plus, you'll learn more about our author,
Scott Donnelly, who has other horrorsfor both young and old. I
hope you'll join me again soon.From micro Terrors Scary Stories for Kids
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