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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 monsters. In the storm,
(01:06):
the police departments searches made all themore difficult to hide things to the
severe storms plaguing our area. Thestorm came in fast, much faster than
the weather man predicted on the TVbefore the power went out. I was
never one to be afraid of storms, but there was something about this one
that set my teeth on edge.Maybe it was the crashing thunder, blinding
(01:33):
lightning, or the relentless rain.But then again, maybe it was because
of the killer that was out there. My dad was on high alert.
Strange things had been happening around ourlittle neck at the countryside. A couple
of people were missing and hadn't turnedup yet. A strange man was reported
by one of our neighbors a coupleof nights earlier, stalking around their yard
(01:55):
and peering in through their windows.Their barn door had been shimmied open and
rifled through. Nothing was taken,but there was a shadowy stranger in our
midst that was up to no good. Then last night, our closest neighbor,
Lawrence Wallace, was found de ceasedafter an apparent attack from this creeping
figure. My dad was convinced thatwe were all in danger and being hunted.
(02:21):
With the power out and the stormraging, I couldn't sleep. I
just sat on my knees at mybedroom window watching the dark. Wet trees
and wheat fields suffered tremendously in thewinds. Lightning would frequently ripped through the
sky, giving me brief visuals ofthe storm in all its glory. Debris
(02:43):
jetted across our property, trees bentuntil they threatened to snap in half,
and the thunder roared overhead like acreature from the fiery bowels of Suddenly,
a blood curdling scream tore through thestorm, even over the hing thunder and
pounding rain. It was the unmistakablesound of a woman in peril. She
(03:05):
screamed a second time which was quicklyfollowed by a single, echoing dunshot that
silenced her. I stood to myfeet, my heart racing and fear flushing
through me. There was a killerout there. We were in danger.
There was no other explanation. Mybedroom door flew open, and my dad
charged in with a flashlight in hand, the beam of it bouncing around my
(03:29):
room, hitting a mirror and gleamingback in his eyes like a wild animal
caught in a car's headlights. Wehave to go, he expressed urgently.
Someone else is in danger. Ididn't respond verbally. I just nodded.
I trusted my dad with my life. Everything I knew I learned from him.
He was there to teach me,to keep me safe. If he
(03:52):
said it was time to go,it was time to go. He clearly
knew something that I didn't, andI didn't dare question him. I grabbed
his hand and he led me downstairs, out of the house and to his
old pickup truck. Once inside,he started the engine and pulled out of
the driveway. The windshield wipers workedovertime to give him the best view of
(04:13):
the road ahead. I could hearthe thunder booming above us, lightning struck
the ground up ahead, sending asudden shock through my body, as if
I were the one that had justbeen hit. I was completely on edge
the store, the screams, thegunshot, the killer out in the store.
I finally spoke up, breaking myworried silence. Where are we going?
(04:35):
I asked. My dad was focusedon the road. We hadn't driven
very far before he pulled into thenext driveway just up the road. The
headlights of the truck illuminated our neighbor'shouse as he came to a stop.
He was where Karen Wallace lived withher now deceased husband Lawrence. Did you
hear that scream, he asked me. I nodded. It sounded like Karen,
(04:59):
my dad said, another flash oflightning, enhancing the look of determination
and fear on his face. Thatmonster came back for her after killing mister
Wallace last night. My breathing pickedup. If we don't stop him,
he's gonna kill all of us,my dad urged. He sounded blustered,
afraid. I wasn't used to seeinghim like this, but I still trusted
(05:23):
that he knew what he was doing. Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder
shook the truck as a series ofquick, bright blue flashes of lightning glinted
across the Wallace's property. I lookedahead and saw a man standing in front
of their house holding a long rifle. Dad look, I screamed, pointing
at the man. He looked,and there he saw the man with the
(05:43):
rifle. The man seemed surprised tosee us and stood unsure in the pouring
rain. That's him, I thought, that's the killer. I didn't recognize
the man. He looked so average, so unassuming. Get in the back
seat, my dad instructed. Ididn't hesitate. I unbuckled my seat belt
and climbed into the back seat ofthe truck. My dad opened the door
(06:06):
and stepped out into the rain.He slowly approached the man with bated breath.
I kept a close eye on things. I wasn't sure what I would
do if their interaction went south,but my instincts told me I would do
something. I watched my dad andthe man exchanged brief words with one another,
(06:26):
and then, to my surprise,they both walked back toward the truck.
My dad climbed back in behind thewheel, and the soaked to the
bone stranger with the rifle climbed intothe passenger seat. Once both doors were
shut, the stranger looked back atme through a bushy, unkempt beard.
He gave a half smile, anervous smile. If I read it right,
(06:47):
this is mister Cyrus. My dadsaid, he's a hunter. Mister
Cyrus nodded, that's right, hesaid, with a nervous gulp. I've
been hunting a mom and tracked ithere to this region of country land.
I couldn't believe how isolated it wasout here, and then I realized it
(07:08):
was the perfect place for a monsterto hide. I never expected to find
more more monsters, I said,in a shaky voice. Mister Cyrus nodded
a lot more, he said.They're all livering out here in some sort
of colony. What happened to missusWallace, I asked. Mister Cyrus just
(07:31):
looked at me. That woman inthere, he scoffed. She was one
of them, just like her husbandwas, just like the rest of the
colony. There are monsters there outof nowhere. My dad slammed his hand
down into mister Cyrus, getting turneddischarged. The bone shilling screening my eyes
(07:55):
widened, and I pressed my backharder than I heard. A general power
will come out of my dad.Thunder clapped above us, and lightning flashed
erratically As I watched my dad attackmister Cyrus in an animalistic rampage. My
dad changed before my eyes, hisarms bulking up and growing long brown hairs
(08:16):
that quickly spread over his entire body. His face elongated into a snarling snout.
He hissed between rows of piercing canineteeth, and then howling as he
continued to thrash mister Cyrus with hisrazor sharp claws. My Dad's eyes were
beaty and red, his hairy browdripping just low enough to underscore his dangerous
(08:39):
inhuman actions. The attack was overquickly, mister Cyrus never stood a chance.
Slowly, the coarse brown hairs allover my dad's body began to sink
back into his skin. The wolflike snout he'd grown diminished, and his
eyes returned to normal. Turning aroundin his seat, he looked at me
(09:03):
and said, I wanted to explainso much more to you before showing you
what it's like in person. Hesaid, I know that was probably a
lot to take in. He wasright. It was a lot to take
in, a lot to see inperson, but at the same time,
(09:24):
it was just like his teachings said, it would be like quick, powerful,
and messy. I'm assuming mister Cyruswas in communication with other werewolf hunters.
Soon they'll all descend upon our colony. We have to let the others
know we have to relocate immediately.I didn't want to leave, but I
(09:46):
understood why it was for our safety, our survival, and after seeing how
my dad handled the threat in person, I felt confident that the next time
trouble would arise, I'd be morethan ready to step in and do my
part. Thank you for listening tomicro Terrors. Join us each Saturday for
(10:33):
another scary story. For more fun, visit our website at micro terrors dot
com, where we will also havespooky games you can print out and play
like Wicked word searches, mysterious mazes, and more. Micro Terrors dot com
is also where you can find uson your favorite social media and even sending
(10:58):
your own scary story for us totell. Plus, you'll learn more about
our author, Scott Donnelly, whohas other horrors for 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 monsters. In the storm,
(01:06):
the police departments searches made all themore difficult to hide things to the
severe storms plaguing our area. Thestorm came in fast, much faster than
the weather man predicted on the TVbefore the power went out. I was
never one to be afraid of storms, but there was something about this one
that set my teeth on edge.Maybe it was the crashing thunder, blinding
(01:33):
lightning, or the relentless rain.But then again, maybe it was because
of the killer that was out there. My dad was on high alert.
Strange things had been happening around ourlittle neck at the countryside. A couple
of people were missing and hadn't turnedup yet. A strange man was reported
by one of our neighbors a coupleof nights earlier, stalking around their yard
(01:55):
and peering in through their windows.Their barn door had been shimmied open and
rifled through. Nothing was taken,but there was a shadowy stranger in our
midst that was up to no good. Then last night, our closest neighbor,
Lawrence Wallace, was found de ceasedafter an apparent attack from this creeping
figure. My dad was convinced thatwe were all in danger and being hunted.
(02:21):
With the power out and the stormraging, I couldn't sleep. I
just sat on my knees at mybedroom window watching the dark. Wet trees
and wheat fields suffered tremendously in thewinds. Lightning would frequently ripped through the
sky, giving me brief visuals ofthe storm in all its glory. Debris
(02:43):
jetted across our property, trees bentuntil they threatened to snap in half,
and the thunder roared overhead like acreature from the fiery bowels of Suddenly,
a blood curdling scream tore through thestorm, even over the hing thunder and
pounding rain. It was the unmistakablesound of a woman in peril. She
(03:05):
screamed a second time which was quicklyfollowed by a single, echoing dunshot that
silenced her. I stood to myfeet, my heart racing and fear flushing
through me. There was a killerout there. We were in danger.
There was no other explanation. Mybedroom door flew open, and my dad
charged in with a flashlight in hand, the beam of it bouncing around my
(03:29):
room, hitting a mirror and gleamingback in his eyes like a wild animal
caught in a car's headlights. Wehave to go, he expressed urgently.
Someone else is in danger. Ididn't respond verbally. I just nodded.
I trusted my dad with my life. Everything I knew I learned from him.
He was there to teach me,to keep me safe. If he
(03:52):
said it was time to go,it was time to go. He clearly
knew something that I didn't, andI didn't dare question him. I grabbed
his hand and he led me downstairs, out of the house and to his
old pickup truck. Once inside,he started the engine and pulled out of
the driveway. The windshield wipers workedovertime to give him the best view of
(04:13):
the road ahead. I could hearthe thunder booming above us, lightning struck
the ground up ahead, sending asudden shock through my body, as if
I were the one that had justbeen hit. I was completely on edge
the store, the screams, thegunshot, the killer out in the store.
I finally spoke up, breaking myworried silence. Where are we going?
(04:35):
I asked. My dad was focusedon the road. We hadn't driven
very far before he pulled into thenext driveway just up the road. The
headlights of the truck illuminated our neighbor'shouse as he came to a stop.
He was where Karen Wallace lived withher now deceased husband Lawrence. Did you
hear that scream, he asked me. I nodded. It sounded like Karen,
(04:59):
my dad said, another flash oflightning, enhancing the look of determination
and fear on his face. Thatmonster came back for her after killing mister
Wallace last night. My breathing pickedup. If we don't stop him,
he's gonna kill all of us,my dad urged. He sounded blustered,
afraid. I wasn't used to seeinghim like this, but I still trusted
(05:23):
that he knew what he was doing. Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder
shook the truck as a series ofquick, bright blue flashes of lightning glinted
across the Wallace's property. I lookedahead and saw a man standing in front
of their house holding a long rifle. Dad look, I screamed, pointing
at the man. He looked,and there he saw the man with the
(05:43):
rifle. The man seemed surprised tosee us and stood unsure in the pouring
rain. That's him, I thought, that's the killer. I didn't recognize
the man. He looked so average, so unassuming. Get in the back
seat, my dad instructed. Ididn't hesitate. I unbuckled my seat belt
and climbed into the back seat ofthe truck. My dad opened the door
(06:06):
and stepped out into the rain.He slowly approached the man with bated breath.
I kept a close eye on things. I wasn't sure what I would
do if their interaction went south,but my instincts told me I would do
something. I watched my dad andthe man exchanged brief words with one another,
(06:26):
and then, to my surprise,they both walked back toward the truck.
My dad climbed back in behind thewheel, and the soaked to the
bone stranger with the rifle climbed intothe passenger seat. Once both doors were
shut, the stranger looked back atme through a bushy, unkempt beard.
He gave a half smile, anervous smile. If I read it right,
(06:47):
this is mister Cyrus. My dadsaid, he's a hunter. Mister
Cyrus nodded, that's right, hesaid, with a nervous gulp. I've
been hunting a mom and tracked ithere to this region of country land.
I couldn't believe how isolated it wasout here, and then I realized it
(07:08):
was the perfect place for a monsterto hide. I never expected to find
more more monsters, I said,in a shaky voice. Mister Cyrus nodded
a lot more, he said.They're all livering out here in some sort
of colony. What happened to missusWallace, I asked. Mister Cyrus just
(07:31):
looked at me. That woman inthere, he scoffed. She was one
of them, just like her husbandwas, just like the rest of the
colony. There are monsters there outof nowhere. My dad slammed his hand
down into mister Cyrus, getting turneddischarged. The bone shilling screening my eyes
(07:55):
widened, and I pressed my backharder than I heard. A general power
will come out of my dad.Thunder clapped above us, and lightning flashed
erratically As I watched my dad attackmister Cyrus in an animalistic rampage. My
dad changed before my eyes, hisarms bulking up and growing long brown hairs
(08:16):
that quickly spread over his entire body. His face elongated into a snarling snout.
He hissed between rows of piercing canineteeth, and then howling as he
continued to thrash mister Cyrus with hisrazor sharp claws. My Dad's eyes were
beaty and red, his hairy browdripping just low enough to underscore his dangerous
(08:39):
inhuman actions. The attack was overquickly, mister Cyrus never stood a chance.
Slowly, the coarse brown hairs allover my dad's body began to sink
back into his skin. The wolflike snout he'd grown diminished, and his
eyes returned to normal. Turning aroundin his seat, he looked at me
(09:03):
and said, I wanted to explainso much more to you before showing you
what it's like in person. Hesaid, I know that was probably a
lot to take in. He wasright. It was a lot to take
in, a lot to see inperson, but at the same time,
(09:24):
it was just like his teachings said, it would be like quick, powerful,
and messy. I'm assuming mister Cyruswas in communication with other werewolf hunters.
Soon they'll all descend upon our colony. We have to let the others
know we have to relocate immediately.I didn't want to leave, but I
(09:46):
understood why it was for our safety, our survival, and after seeing how
my dad handled the threat in person, I felt confident that the next time
trouble would arise, I'd be morethan ready to step in and do my
part. Thank you for listening tomicro Terrors. Join us each Saturday for
(10:33):
another scary story. For more fun, visit our website at micro terrors dot
com, where we will also havespooky games you can print out and play
like Wicked word searches, mysterious mazes, and more. Micro Terrors dot com
is also where you can find uson your favorite social media and even sending
(10:58):
your own scary story for us totell. Plus, you'll learn more about
our author, Scott Donnelly, whohas other horrors for both young and old.
I hope you'll join me again soon. From micro Terrors Scary Stories for Kids
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