This is the place to share scary stories whether they be your own experiences, or one you’ve heard over the years (If it’s the latter, please if you can, cite the source). We’ve got Kittens all over the world, so I think we can make ourselves quite a collection here.
As some of you may know, I love going out and rooting about in various abandoned buildings, graveyards, and spooky places in the woods looking for a good scare. As such, I’ve got quite a few I’m more than willing to share.
The Siren of Cemetery Sinkhole
This one, I’d have to say, is the one I’m most ashamed of, so we’re starting right off with this one. Best to rip off this Band-Aid quickly.
Somewhere along Highway 1, you’ll stop and pull over next to a graveyard. Not a fancy one like you’ll see in towns and cities, this graveyard is full on ‘Goosebumps’ style. The gravestones were all thin slabs of rock or wood, and many of them were small children. Dysentery, TB, all stuff we really don’t have to worry about nowadays. They were all a little over a hundred years old or so, I’d reckon.
I hadn’t done my research. That should’ve been the first sign that this wasn’t going to end well.
My friends and I arrived a little before sundown, which in hindsight was stupid. How many times had we seen horror movies and laughed at how the heroes would go out to fight the monster at night, rather than when it was light outside and safe? Yet here we were.
Mistake number 2. Clichés were cliché for a reason: They worked.
Finding a hole in the chain link fence on the southwest side of the graveyard, we crawled through. We walked several dozen yards in the brush before we found it.
A sinkhole, perfectly round and a hundred or so feet deep. At the bottom was a tunnel leading right out into the ocean.
We rappelled down, and once we got there we turned on our flashlights and tossed around a few glow sticks for light. For the next hour we played several games of Red Rover, and when the tide started coming in, we ran into the tunnel and back again when the waves started crashing through. We all knew that if we so much as tripped, the heavy undertow would drag our dumb asses out to sea where we’d drown or be smashed against the rocky shore.
Hey, stupid teenagers, remember?
What happened next, I dunno why it freaked me out so much. Maybe it’s because I normally go out so often looking for this type of shit that when it happens when I’m not looking for it, it freaks me out.
That’s when the singing started.
Singing, coming from that tiny, 6x4 tunnel leading out into the sea.
It was the single most haunting thing I’ve ever heard, and I knew I wasn’t hallucinating because the others had tensed up and were eying the tunnel too.
Those of you who’ve read ‘Sentinels’ on Pens, you know that analogy I made, about something being humanoid enough that the sight of it was off putting? Fuck off putting, man.
This was wrong. Wrongwrongwrong. It sounded so beautiful, yet the crooning notes hid a hint of menace, faint enough that if you were stupid enough, you could ignore. I remember wondering if this was what a fly felt like, landing on the sticky, sweet leaves of a Venus flytrap.
And all at once, it stopped.
Then, an awkward pause settled on the group, the kind where you didn’t want to look at each other’s faces in case your fears were confirmed. And all at once, everyone rushed to the rope to get the hell out. I remember looking at my friend Rachel and the two of us making this face:
And free climbing the hell out of the rocks up. We were the first two up, and we grabbed the rope and hauled it up, trying to get the others to hurry, hurry, hurry. We tore through the brush, and didn’t bother looking for the hole in the fence, climbing the damn thing instead. We broke the tree line, and I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“It isn’t supposed to do that,” Rachel said. I looked up. The sky was a nasty reddish colour. Not the pink-ish that it takes when the sun is going down, because the sun was going down an hour ago, dammit. We all dove into the van and drove all the way to this B&B where we picked at out food and didn’t sleep at all.
We all tried to explain it. Homeless guy messing with us? Impossible, because of how small the tunnel was. Whales, singing? It was grey whale season, but really?
Whatever man. I hate the ocean, anyway.
I Guess They Like Magic Tricks
I am telling the 2nd half of this story as it was told to me.
About a year before the whole sinkhole deal, I was 15 and my older buddies decided to drag me along for a little adventure. We were gonna go explore some old abandoned building out in the woods.
Why were these things always in the woods?
Now this was around the time I started getting really into my magic tricks, and I’d been working on some levitation. Slight of hand, invisible string taped behind one ear and a tiny ball of wax on the other end, which I could stick to coins, cards, glasses, and whatever anyone had on hand at the time. Sorry if I’m shattering illusions here folks, but that’s how it’s done. Me, I carried a playing card with me at all times for practice. My friends found it annoying as hell back then. Nowadays, now that I make money off of it, they don’t find as annoying anymore.
I’d been working on this one trick, one that is today my pièce de résistance. I could already make the cards stand up ‘by themselves’, float, and twirl midair. Now, I wanted to send it off twirling and make it come back to me, or send it twirling around my body and back into my hand, or something cool like that.
So here we were, six kids breaking into an abandoned building, one twirling and spazzing with a playing card.
“Okay gang, let’s split up and look for clues!” Scooby Doo quotes, because we’re classy miscreants. Two groups. We had no idea what to look for, but it was exciting.
Flt!
“Ow! Dammit, Starr! Quit flinging that card around.”
They continued on, one group on the upper floor, one staying on the bottom.
Flt!
“Starr, this isn’t the time!”
Flt!
“Quit it, before I rip up that damn card!”
That’s when the three of them turned around. Nothing there, except for a single playing card.
Ace of Diamonds. The one I used for my tricks was King of Spades.
Not only that. I was on the first floor, with the other group.
So c'mon, Kittens! Feel free to share your own spooky stuff!
