Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26864059-20150807055035

Hey, this is my first post ever on this website! I just wanted to know if someone could give me some advice for my story, or tell me if this story is too cliched. If I mess up with formatting or how I posted this, please let me know as well!

I decided to start writing stories because I have really terrible nightmares, and when I tell them to my friends they always tell me I should write them down. This was the only scary story website place I new of, so...here we are! I really have no idea if this is good or not; I just know it terrified me because I dreamt it, so I don't know if it would be scary to other people. Thanks for your time!

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It was after midnight on a Sunday, and I still hadn’t finished writing my paper that was due tomorrow. I was so tired that I considered not doing it at all and just accepting the F that would get added to my English grade, but it was near the end of the school year and I couldn’t afford any more messing around.

I trudged downstairs to get my laptop, blinking sleepily in the darkness. I was home alone this weekend, so the familiar glow and hum of the TV and my tired father in the armchair across from it was nowhere to be seen. I walked around the corner and sank into the old armchair, grabbed my laptop, and turned it on. The screen flashed its welcome at me, and the bright light in the darkness temporarily blinded me. When I could finally see again, I entered my username and password into the spaces provided. The Windows icon greeted me happily, and the loading circle was turning when suddenly, it stopped. The screen turned blue.

''Your Windows account has been deleted. ''

I frowned at the screen. I had signed into my account just last night. I closed the laptop, opened it again, and found that all of the other accounts on the start screen weren’t there anymore. All but the one with my name on it. I clicked on it, and entered my information again. Windows icon, loading circle, and then:

Your Windows account has been deleted.

After another unsuccessful attempt, I was getting frustrated. I restarted the computer. The screen turned black, and then flashed to the Windows startup screen again. As I began to enter my username, suddenly the screen went black.

Then, a video appeared.

It filled the whole screen, and I could see the time bar at the bottom. I tried escaping, and even skipping ahead on the video, but nothing happened. It just showed darkness for about thirty seconds.

Then, I heard a staticky breath through the speakers. A chill ran down my spine.

“We have a little show for you tonight.” 

The screen flashed white, hurting my eyes again. When my vision cleared, I could see that an image had appeared. It was a room, in black and white. It looked like a home office. A computer chair was facing away from the camera. A man walked quickly past the camera, so fast that it was a dark blur. Then he stood next to the chair, with his arm propped lazily on it. He was dressed as a gangster, in a pinstriped suit and fedora. His face was covered with a ski mask.

“Ey, you gonna join us or what?” 

Silence for a few seconds.

Then, a clown face popped up on the screen. I jumped in my chair, and glanced nervously around my dark living room. What was this? How was my computer playing this video?

The clown laughed shrilly. He walked backwards so that the camera showed his whole body. I could see now that it wasn’t a real clown, but a man in a t-shirt and sweats with a terrible clown mask on. Some of the paint had rubbed off in places, and its huge plastic smile muffled the man’s words.

“We startin’ now?” 

He walked forward, adjusted the camera, and placed his hands on the office chair.

“Ladies an’ gentlemen, have we gotta show for you tonight!” 

He laughed again, and spun the chair around. In the chair was a young woman, wearing a pencil skirt and blouse. Her wrists and ankles were tied together so she couldn’t move, and her mouth was gagged. She thrashed around in the chair, trying to scream but no sounds came out. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she was staring at something offscreen, a little left to the camera. The gangster man grabbed her face and turned it towards him.

''“Put on a good show for us, alright? Ya don’t wanna disappoint our viewers.” ''

The clown walked offscreen to where the woman’s eyes were glued. He walked back into view, and she began crying. When he turned to face the camera again, I could see he was holding a chainsaw.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” 

The sound of the chainsaw blared through my speakers, mixed with the clown’s laughter. As he brought the whirring blade to her face, I slammed my laptop shut, and threw it on the ground across from me.

My heart was racing. The sound kept coming through the speakers. I guess they had taken the gag out of the woman’s mouth, because now I could hear her screaming, gurgling….going silent.

I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t breathe. What was my computer doing? Was this some kind of virus? The sound kept going, and I grabbed my laptop again and flung it open.

The screen went dark. The sound stopped.

And then, a new video started. Thirty seconds of silence, a white flash, and then a new room.

It was in black and white again, and showed a boy’s bedroom. The walls were covered in posters, and you could see the edge of a bed in the corner of the screen. Suddenly, the camera shifted, and turned towards the bed. The clown appeared again, walking across the screen so I couldn’t see the bed for a moment. When he was gone, I could clearly see a boy on the bed, in the same situation as the woman from the last video. Hands tied, ankles tied, mouth gagged. Thrashing around, with no sound coming out. The clown and gangster appeared on screen, walking to either side of the boy.

''“Welcome back, viewers… I hope you enjoyed our last video. This time, we’re doin’ things old school.” ''

The clown grabbed something offscreen, and threw it to the gangster. He caught it, and I could see that it was an axe. The gangster ran the tip of his finger slowly across the blade, and smiled. He brought his hand above the boy’s face, and let blood drip from his finger onto the boy’s forehead, running down until it dripped off the tip of his nose. Tears ran down the boy’s face, and he had given up trying to escape. He sat silently. The clown clenched his fists.

''“Oh come on now, ya gotta do somethin’ interesting for the viewers. We gotta get a reaction. You think you can give us somethin’?”''

The boy’s shoulders shook from sobbing so hard. The gangster glanced at the clown.

''“He ain’t cooperatin’. I’ll have to get a reaction myself.”''

He swung the axe so fast that it was a blur, and cut the ropes tying his hands together. He grabbed the boy’s right hand, and slammed it onto his bedside table.

“You’re gonna give the viewers a show, whether ya wanna or not.” 

The axe swung again, and sunk into the table. He had cut off one of the boy’s fingers. I jumped and screamed, but I couldn’t stop watching.

The boy started yelling loud enough that I could hear him through the gag, and his eyes were screwed shut in agony. He fell limply against the gangster’s side, and the man pulled him roughly back up again. He swung the axe, and this time I managed to close the laptop with my shaking hands.

I didn’t know what to do. It was nighttime, I was alone, and my computer was messed up somehow. Surely these videos weren’t real… This must be a joke. My heart was racing and I felt lightheaded, when suddenly I had an idea. My old, piece of crap home computer was in the next room. I ran to it, sat in the rickety chair, and turned it on.

The welcome screen appeared, and I could cry from relief. And then, the screen glitched.

A ]video appeared. This one was only a few seconds long, and the screen stayed dark. I watched the sound turn itself all the way up to 100. A computer voice blasted through my old speakers.

“Why don’t you want to watch what I made for you?” 

I screamed, and tried to press the power off button, but nothing happened. The speakers were screeching now, and turning them down did nothing. I started to get up and run back into the living room--

A pair of hands pushed my shoulders down, and flung me back into the chair. It rocked over, almost tipping me out. Another pair of hands grabbed my face, and pushed cloth into my mouth. I tried to scream, but nothing came out.

The camera light on my computer flashed on.

The video screen popped up.

In black and white, I could see my terrified eyes reflected back at me. My mouth was gagged. I could see a clown mask in the background. A whirring noise started behind me.

“Welcome to the show, viewers. We have a new guest tonight.” 