Tell a Story to Me – Contest #11 – The Scariest Story Ever Told . . . @calluna

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Prompt: The Scariest Story Ever Told. . .

From @calluna’s writing contest. For more information please see the link:
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My Entry:

“Cut!” Yelled the Director.

The actors in the sex murder scene relaxed. The woman lay on the bed in a pool of fake blood, the man with a knife raised in his hand, both half naked.

All around them the heat of the lights on the set.

“What do you want to do for lunch?” Asked the Production Assistant.

“I don’t know. We could get some burgers downtown?” Answered the Cameraman.

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Alone in a midnight horror film theater watching B movies with guts and gore, Anthony laughed to himself. People knew of him because he starred in the same kind of movies.

Only the last movie haunted him a little.

He’d never had sex and murdered a woman at the same time, the epitome of the genre, sex and violence.

He looked at the text message sent from his co-star in that scene: “<3 <3 <3 much luv to ya. Going to the Oscars!!!”

How had Cleopatra got above him?

He had been the star of so many horror movies, and she had been a screamer in some of them, and then she does one romantic comedy and she’s going to the Oscars with her new leading man; that man in her new movie a complete buffoon. Just a stand up comic with a camera turned on him.

Anthony had gone to Juilliard, he studied the craft, and he had the talent. He just needed the right role in the right movie.

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It started with Anthony’s grandfather’s Grandfather Clock. He had inherited it before the Oscars and gave it a prestigious position in his living room.

People commented on it over wine and cheese at his Oscar party, and when Cleopatra’s interview on the Red Carpet aired, the mysterious clock chimed unannounced.

The vibration from the sound struck a chord in his soul, and he thought of the girl in the well with her hair brushed over her face; the jarred movements of her walking on hands out of the television set.

Only Cleopatra still dominated the Red Carpet. The people in his home watched her speak with smiling faces all happy that someone they knew from movie sets had made it to the big time.

They all gathered to watch Cleopatra star in this moment with a collective awe. Only a fly landed on Anthony’s forehead. He waved it away with annoyance wondering when his time would arrive.

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About a month later, in the middle of the night, the Grandfather Clock chimed again. It awoke Anthony like an alarm clock.

He slept on the second floor in a corner bedroom. Even when the clock struck on the hour it had never been loud enough to awake him from his slumber.

His bedside clock said 2:34 am. Shaken, he pulled the covers over his head, and did his best to fall back to sleep.

As he finally relaxed in the warmth of his bed to drift away into the feathered pillow of sleep, the scratching started.

The sound of finger nails scraping along the wood from the closed bedroom door.

When he’d gone to sleep, he had locked all the exterior doors, and set the security alarm. Anthony knew himself to be the only person in the house.

Alone, and yet the distinct screech of nails along the bedroom door. He thought again of the Japanese spook known to movie goers as the girl from the well.

The scratching stopped.

Goose bumps hardened his nipples. Should he get up to investigate? Or explain it to himself as his imagination? With no more indications of a presence he preferred the latter and fell asleep.

He felt body weight pressing down on his mattress. When he opened his eyes he could see that the bedroom door had opened. Startled he shot up in bed only to discover the girl from the well crawling toward him. Her black wet hair hiding her face and Anthony screamed!

If you read this story you might perish soon in an unpleasant manner.

Thank you,
Cyrus Emerson

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