The camera

A boy name John bought his father a new camera for his birthday. When he bought the camera, a man warned him "I warn you young boy, 16 people mysteriously disappeared after taking pictures of themselves with this camera.” But, John ignored what the man was saying as he thought that the man was only trying to make him scared.  

When he got home, he gave the camera to his father. The first picture that John’s father took was, a picture of his friend. The next day, John’s father’s friend was missing. John begin to believe what the man warned him about the camera.

The next day, when John came back from school, he wanted to throw the camera away. But, when he went into his father’s room, the camera was not there. He looked out the window and saw his little sister, Coriander, taking pictures. John ran down stairs and asked “Coriander, did you take pictures of anything?”

“Yes. Why?” Asked Coriander.

Sweat was coming down John’s face. “What did you take pictures of?” Asked John. Worriedly.

“I took pictures of the sun! Cool right?” Said Coriander cheerfully. Suddenly, it begin to become very, very dark…    

Creepy photograph

A young boy was playing in the park. On the bench, he saw a photograph of pretty girl wearing a coat, jeans, a hat and holding two fingers up. The young boy took the photograph. He wanted to meet the girl. So, he asked his school friends, if they knew the pretty girl in the photograph. They all shook their heads. The young boy brought the photograph home.  At home, the young boy asked his parents, “mom, dad, do you know this pretty girl in the photograph?” His father and mother looked at the photograph. The both shook their heads. The young boy went up into his room, to go to sleep. He puts the photograph, next to his bed.

In the middle of the night, there was a tapping sound on the young boy’s window. The young boy got dressed, took the photograph with him, and went outside to investigate. The young boy clutched the photograph in his hands. He wanted to cross the road but, since he didn’t look left and right, he got run over by a car. The man in the car, brought the young boy and the photograph with him to the hospital. But, it was too late. The boy had died. The man looked at the photo graph of the pretty girl. Now, the pretty girl, was holding up three fingers.  

Red car

A man named Gabriel had just came back from work. When he arrived home, he saw that his wife Eleanor, was not at home. Gabriel just thought that maybe, Eleanor just went out to buy some stuff and had forgotten to tell him. For that, she was forgiven. Gabriel went to bed.

The next morning, when Gabriel woke up, he saw that Eleanor was not in bed. Gabriel was worried. He took a bath and went outside to get into his white car. Over his white car was tree. When Gabriel went outside, he saw that his car was red. He tried to recall what he did to his car. ‘Did I repaint my car? Did I send it to service? Did I paint my car? No.’ Gabriel thought to himself. Just then, he looked up on the tree. What he saw made him very sad and terrified. He saw that Eleanor, his wife, was hung on the tree and her blood had made the car red in colour.

My parents trip.

My parents were on the way to a hotel in Melaka. On the way there, my parents came across a construction place. There were construction workers, trucks and everything else. It was noisy. When they got out of the construction place, they drove smoothly until one point, they reached a dead end. A man came by and told my parents to reverse and follow the way that he told them. When he finished, my father drove to the way where the man had told them. They passed by the construction place but, there were no construction workers, no trucks and no nothing! And it was only in a matter about five minutes. My mother put her finger on her lips and they drove off.

Note: This really happened! I know because my father told me... 

First day of school

It was my first day at school. I was nervous about making new friends. When I arrived at school, I tried to find my class. My class was room 104. Suddenly, the bell rang. After a few minutes, the hallway was deserted. The school was like a maze.

After a while, I found myself in a row of classes. I realized two things. One, some of the class were empty. Two, on the doors there were numbers. “100, 101, 102, 103…” I mumbled to myself until I reached room 104. I walked into the class and apologized awkwardly. The teacher didn’t say anything. I went to the nearest seat and sat down. The teacher had already wrote her name on the blackboard. It was Miss Taylor. Our first class was mathematics.

The school bell rang. I looked at my watched. It was already 3 o’clock in the noon and I had only attended to one class. While I was walking out from the corridor, I heard somebody calling my name. It was a teacher and he was walking towards me.

“You! Yes you!” He said. “Where have you been?” He continued.

“Uh… In class of course.” I said nervously.

“You think you’re so funny huh? Well you’re not.” He said and stomped away. I was confused.

When I arrived home, I on my computer and searched for the school online. I recognized one of the classes. It was room 104. What I saw gave me the fright of my life. I saw Miss Taylor and the other students, been murdered and their bodies were left there. I told my parents about it and they wanted proof. I showed them my computer and they believed me. They sent me to a different school. I had forgotten all about the old school.

After a few years, I received a letter in the mailbox. It was a class reunion but, a chill went down my spine because it was written by Miss Taylor….

Digital camera

Peter had a cousin Yuki. Yuki’s mother had died but, everybody told her that her mother was on a holiday. So, Yuki stayed with her aunt because, her father had a divorce with Yuki’s mother.

One day, Yuki’s aunt had to send Yuki to Peter’s house because, she had to go to London for one week. As soon as Yuki’s aunt arrived at Peter’s house, Yuki’s aunt told Peter some things about Yuki. “Peter, I have a one thing that you must know about Yuki. One, she can never be left alone otherwise, she will cry and scream.” Said Yuki’s aunt. “Okay aunt Zuhaira.” Said Peter.

At Peter’s house, Peter tried to play with Yuki but, Yuki didn’t want to play and she wasn’t talkative. Peter got an idea. He went into his room and took his digital camera. He showed it to Yuki. Yuki started to smile. The both of them took pictures.

In the night, Yuki slept with Peter. In the middle of the night, Yuki woke up. “Why? What’s wrong Yuki?” Asked Peter. “The dark woman. I saw her.” Said Yuki. “No, no. It must have been your imagination.” Said Peter. It took a long time for Peter to get Yuki back to sleep.

After one week…

Aunt Zuhaira came to Peter’s house to pick up Yuki. “Peter, may I keep the digital camera?” Asked Yuki. “Sure.” Said Peter. “Yay! Thank you Peter.” Said Yuki.

After one month, Yuki died. Nobody knew what happened to her. She was wasn’t ill. Her funeral was held after 2 days. Peter took the digital camera because, that was the only thing that he could use to remember Yuki. Peter browsed through all the random pictures. At the last picture, Peter was terrified. He took the memory card and threw it away.

This was the last picture: