AuthorsDen.com   Join (Free!) | Login  

     Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
   Services MarketPlace (Free to post!)
Where Authors and Readers come together!

SIGNED BOOKS    AUTHORS    eBOOKS new!     BOOKS    STORIES    ARTICLES    POETRY    BLOGS    NEWS    EVENTS    VIDEOS    GOLD    SUCCESS    TESTIMONIALS

Featured Authors:  Michael Wayne, iWilliam Wright, iA.J. Mahari, iEdie Batstone, iTony Bertot, iSteven Ulmen, iCarl David, i

  Home > Horror > Stories
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Shannon Rouchelle

· Become a Fan
· Contact me
· Books
· Poetry
· News
· Stories
· 33 Titles
· 3 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
·
Member Since: Jun, 2008

Shannon Rouchelle, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.




Featured Book
Highland Defiance (The MacLomain Series- Early Years)
by Sky Purington

Caught together in time, Mildred and Adlin must find a way to evade the mighty MacLeods and keep peace in the Highlands. But lust, rage, and potential war simmer on the e..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members


Featured Book
Venice, Empress of the Seas
by Albert Russo

Venice, the Lido, the historical regatta and the film festival..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members



   Recent stories by Shannon Rouchelle
· The Coal Celler
· The Fight for Survival
· The Boys Upstairs
· Stranded in the Desert
· Lost in the Storm
· A Gift for Mr. Krump
· A Christmas Angel
           >> View all 8


Share    Print  Save   Become a Fan


Bloody Bones Behind the Barn
By Shannon Rouchelle
Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Rated "PG" by the Author.

Share this with your friends on FaceBook

A spooky halloween story.

 

                                   Bloody Bones Behind the Barn

It was called the Berry Barn, an old crumbling ruin standing alone on a hilltop. People said it was haunted, but Billy Jess and his friends didn't believe it. In fact, they were up to the challenge of proving everyone wrong.

One day after school, Billy and his friends, Tommy, Eddie, and Mark, rode their bicycles towards the outskirts of town. It was a cold September day, the fall leaves scattering in the path. The cold wind sent shivers down their spines, as they sped through town to a deserted country road.

Billy was the ring leader, the one person they all trusted and looked up to. It was Billy's idea to ride up the hill to the Berry Barn. They hesitated uncertainly before the path. It was quiet except for the stir of the wind. The muddy trail was less traveled, with thick foliage shadowing the road. Billy swallowed hard, standing momentarily still, in deep thought. They all waited on his word.

The Berry Barn was thought of as haunted, or spooked by an unseen monster. It was rumored that many children disappeared at the hands of an inconceivable being; one so terrifying, your blood would run cold. But that was only a rumor. Billy didn't believe in monsters or ghosts. He was a bright young lad, with a good head on his shoulders. He longed for an adventure and was always up for a challenge. He looked towards his friends, their eyes wide open, waiting.

Billy mounted his bike and gave the thumbs up as he sped down the muddy road, his friends following suit. The path was dark and full of shadows. It was eerie. The crows in the trees seemed to say, 'heed our word of warning,' their caws echoing in the gloom. Billy ignored it, and pedaled on. As they journeyed forward, the trees also seemed to send a word of warning, their branches scraping along the path, like icy cold fingers. Billy acknowledged it and pedaled faster. The rain began, the storm thundering above, pelting against their shivering bodies. Billy gained speed and continued on.

Through the downpour, the Berry Barn appeared. It looked pathetic with its peeling red paint and broken windows. It was a lonely sight, standing deserted on the hill, surrounded by dense underbrush. Billy shivered in the rain, his clothes soaked to the skin. They needed to take shelter and soon. He turned towards his buddies, motioning them to follow. They nodded and pedaled after him.

Billy was the first to reach the barn. He leaned his bike against the contours of the wall, walking around the large expanse of the old building. The door was secured with a heavy rusty padlock. Billy waited for his friends, as they came around the side.

"It's locked!" he yelled into the wind.

They all stood around shivering and looking helpless. Then suddenly, the latch moved, the door creaking open right before their eyes. They all stood in silence, terrified. Billy shrugged his shoulders and walked through the entrance, his friends following cautiously behind.

They could see faint shadows, until their eyes adjusted to the gloominess of the barn. Billy turned on his flashlight, shining it around nervously, his friends at his back. They stayed close together, their breath coming in short, cold bursts. It was freezing in the barn. The only sound to be heard was the rain drumming repeatedly against the leaky roof.

"I think we should go," Mark said quietly. "This place gives me the creeps."

Billy laughed. "Chicken. Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk," he said, flailing his arms in the air.

Everyone laughed nervously. Mark seemed embarrassed. He took off by himself to the other side of the barn.

"Where are you going, chicken?" Billy asked. "Going home to mommy?"

Everyone laughed nervously again, but their jeers ended abruptly. A scraping along the barn made them all stop short. It sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. It scraped continuously against the outside wall, the wind howling through the cracks.

Billy joked. "Don't be scared, you idiots! It's just the trees."

Everyone agreed and relaxed a bit. They heard another noise, this one more prominent than the last. It was a whisper. A cold calculating whisper. The low slithering voice was beckoning.

"Bloody bones behind the barn."

Billy turned a pasty white. He looked to his friends, who appeared just as frightened. Billy composed himself once more.

"It's probably one of the Johnson twins pulling a prank," he said, in a quivering voice.

The others just nodded, not saying a word. Billy walked slowly to the opposite side of the barn, his friends at his heels. Billy held his flashlight in his shaky grasp, shining it nervously around. A high-pitched squeal made him drop it, as a bat swooped down, just missing them. The light was out. Billy fumbled with the switch, flicking it back and forth...nothing.

"Don't panic," Billy shouted. "We just need to stay together."

Then the voice cried out again, this time much closer.

"Bloody bones behind the barn."

The boys trembled, inching closer to the rear door. "It's coming from here," Billy said, opening the door carefully. They held their breath.

The rain had stopped. Spread out before them was a graveyard. Billy was the first to step forward, a lump catching in his throat. "Follow me," he motioned to the others. They proceeded with caution.

Then a chilling voice from beyond the grave cried out,

"Bloody bones behind the barn."

The boys quivered. Billy took a few more steps. A freshly-dug grave stood just beyond their reach. They inched closer. Then the voice got louder.

"Bloody bones behind the barn."

Billy moved nearer. The others were close behind.

The voice was calling, more urgently now,

"Bloody bones behind the barn."

Billy and his friends stood above the grave, shaking nervously. Then there was nothing. No sound, no beckoning. The boys laughed uneasily.

"I think we're all imagining things," Billy joked.

They all agreed.

"Just for fun, why don't we take a picture? You know, to show the others," Eddie suggested, pulling his camera from his backpack.

"Good idea," Billy agreed.

They all sat around the grave, as Eddie set the automatic timer on the camera. Then they all smiled and waited. Suddenly the ground quaked. Large bony hands poked out through the wet dirt, grabbing the boys by the ankles. They all kicked and screamed.

"Bloody bones behind the barn," the voice cackled.

The hands pulled them down under, the earth swallowing them up. The camera went off. Then all was silent.

       Web Site: www.shannonrouchelle.com

Want to review or comment on this short story?
Click here to login!


Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!






Forbidden Fruit by Billy Wells

A father buys purple fruit at a roadside stand that turns his youngest son into a ravenous ghoul...  
Featured BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members


The Snake Woman of Ipanema by Lucille lucil95783@aol.com

Every night thousands of terreiros (spirit rituals) take place throughout Brazil. Maggie Dalton takes a torturous path and risks her soul...  
Featured BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us


Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.