How to Write a Scary Story (part 1)

How to write a scary story, is all I wondered ever since I watched that scary movie, or read that scary book. Well, it has been quite a time, around 10 years, not bad considering my age is 12. I tried my hands quite a few times trying to build a perfect scary story, but you cant imagine and write at the age of 2. So all I did was watched and enjoyed. Usually kids my age are scared but it was quite the opposite.

My mom turned on that scary cartoon whenever I refused to eat. Turned on that scary jingle to help me sleep. Woke up with me at around 3 AM when I wanted to pee, but again went off to sleep.

I think, she knew since the beginning that I was different. Not since the very beginning, but from the point I enjoyed the view of Rony dying of Rat poison in front of me. I would have loved to keep its body as a stuffed toy but it started to smell. I also tried a perfume to get rid of the smell but it seemed Rony tasted good. At least to the worms that were slowly decomposing its body.

My mom had told the servant to clean the place where Rony had died but he himself was scared of Rats, so I had to clean it myself. Luckily Rony was a Rat so it was easy to pick for a four year old. That day clarified two things, one that rat poison actually kill rats and second to my mom that I was different.

But this was only one of the many incidents which helped me believe I was Different. Soon after Rony left us, my papa slept and never woke up. Mom cried a bit but then all we worried about was how to gather money to burn my father. We were denied entry to the cremation ground due to the job of my mother.

I don’t exactly know what my mom did. But whenever a stranger entered our house, my mom and that stranger went into a room and that night, we would have the best meal to eat. Sometimes mom came out of her room with bruises and scars after the stranger left. We also had desserts in our meal on those specific days and papa would have a good amount of that red drink which he used to drink.

Sometimes women also came to my mom and sometimes old men double the age of my papa. When mom went inside of her room, i rewatched that favorite movie of mine about that old lady who used to eat insects on high volume to avoid the sound that came from inside of the room.

So as we had to get rid of papa, his sleeping body was burned in our backyard with only me, mom and a priest. I wonder where all the strangers that came to my house with mom were now. I guess they were angry with papa as papa got into a fight with one of the stranger that came to our house.

Now that papa was gone, i had even less people to talk to, so my mom got me into a school.

School was a good place. Krish was a good friend. I scored good grades without studying much. As I said, I was different. My favorite place was the old canteen in school. That area was forbidden as it was rumored that it had burnt down during a function and the small kid of the canteen owner had died there. Whenever I went there I felt warm. It felt like home.

Now as I was learning grammar, I learnt how to write, with proper spelling. I won a prize for the essay I wrote on the topic ‘my best friend’. I wrote about Rony and everyone found it quite touching. It was quite an easy topic for me as I had kept Rony’s tail with me before dumping his body, so a piece of him always stays with me.

As I was growing, I delved deeper into my favorite genre. I discovered Scary was not always about ghosts. Humans are scarier. So I tried getting closer to Humans. My friends circle widened. I was waiting to witness something scary enough to help me write a good scary story of my own. But life was normal till I reached class 6.

Hey vocal family this is me trying my hands on a dark yet a satire story. Do comment for part 2. This is a 4 parts story and keeps on getting creepy and dark. Hope that vocal approves this