Scary Story Time: July 2012

Quick disclaimer: I’m a really big fan of horror movies and scary stories. Recently I’ve been finding a lot of interesting little scary stories written anonymously by people on the internet, so I decided to start sharing some of the ones I like. You should know, before you read on, that I did not write any of these stories, unless otherwise noted. You should also know that I won’t always be posting stories that I enjoy 100%. There could be a ten-page story that I post because I like one sentence of it. In that case, I assume I’ll explain why I posted horse-shit and what merit I see in it. Sometimes, I’ll post “scary” stories that I hate, think are stupid, or maybe even funny. But more than that, you should really know that some of these stories may be somewhat graphic, so just steel yourself for anything, especially poor spelling and grammar (I don’t edit these stories). No matter what, though, I hope you enjoy them too, and if you know any stories or sources, please share them with me. Also, if you have any requests, just ask, I have a huge archive of this stuff! Hey guys, it's the third and final Friday the 13th of the year 2012. Obviously we all know that this is the year the world ends, and having a trio of unlucky days is no coincidence. I'm here to honor the occaision with a scary story.

For those of you who listened to the WBKE LIVE show Bobby and I did (click here to watch), you heard my explanation of Mount Everest. You heard about the horrific conditions, about the dead zone, and about the human bodies that litter the mountain's peak. I happen to have a scary story for you, based on that idea. So why don't we just jump right in?

The Everest Corpses - True Story

When I read this, I couldn’t help but flashback to a story my uncle once told my cousins and I late one night at a family reunion. He was kind of notorious among the extended family; one of those reasons was that he went on an Everest expedition when he was younger. As kids, we adored him, even if our families tended to isolate him for reasons they wouldn’t say. In retrospect, I realize he was drunk that night, but I think that was the only reason he told us what he did when the other adults weren’t paying attention. My cousin asked him about the Everest expedition, and he told us that he’d lied. They’d climbed it, alright, but they never made it to the top as he had claimed. There were six of them, and they were climbing a standard route on the south face. A little after they crossed into the death zone and they saw their first corpse lodged in a ravine, the bravado of the men in the group dimmed. Their mood grew even worse when an unexpected snow squall came in and they had to camp for the night prematurely. My uncle visibly paled as he talked about setting up a tent within line of sight of a frozen body that clung to an opposing ridge. He kept peering at its distant contorted face until the snow blocked it out, his thoughts transfixed by how that face seemed twisted in eternal pain and horror. Whoever it was had died begging his friends to somehow save him from the impossible position to which he’d fallen. Sleep was difficult that night, but the rigors of the climb helped. He awoke at some point, his ears filled with the razor whistle of frozen wind from the storm outside. A hissed whisper kept him from getting up - the other two men in the tent were already awake, lying motionless and listening. Something was scratching around in the crunchy snow outside… but outside, the oxygen levels were too low for anything to survive. A quiet but continual cracking sound followed the scratches, as if something covered in ice was painfully clawing around. The sounds only lasted for a few minutes, but my uncle lost something of himself that night as he trembled there quietly while the icy horror wheezed “help me… help me…” outside in the dark. In the morning, their worst fears were confirmed. The high winds had torn open the other tent, and one of the men had been dragged out. On the dark and storm-torn slope, he was unable to find his way back, and had fallen and died on the same ridge as the other unreachable body. My uncle and his friends knew there was nothing they could have done - if they had gone out there they would have just died, too - but the incident ended the expedition. My uncle quieted as he described packing up in the sight of that nightmarish frozen corpse. It was hard to tell, but, the more he peered at it, the less the expression on its face seemed horrified and pained… and the more it seemed that its unnaturally wide mouth was actually a horrible grin. My uncle resolved to check the other tent’s damage to see if it really was from the wind when they got to base camp, but in all the commotion about the death of their friend, he never got the chance. That decayed and mocking leer has haunted him ever since.

The End.

Nothing about this story is technically supernatural, it's all plausible. Fuck, there's nothing more fascinating than that mountain, to me. It's the perfect setting for a horror story.

Now usually I'd end Scary Story Time with a picture of a goofy animal to help bring everybody's spirits from the depths of hell, and shake the fear out, but I have a better idea this month.

Along with my huge file of scary stories, I have another document which may not be as big, but is filled with some of the worst horror stories I've found on my searches of the internet.

So I'm going to cap the string of Friday the 13th's and end this month's SST with one of those. Here is one of the worst stories I've ever read. Good luck reading it:

Apartment 366

I just moved into my new apartment and there are some things... creepy things. Like blood on the floor or steak knives. One time I went up to go take a piss and I find MY steak knife in floating mid air! I ran from it but it still stabbed me! One day, to see if this would help, I talked to my superintendent about it. He said "Well, you see, a Serial Killer Rapist lived in that apartment." Then I say "Well then, how did he die?" Then he says "A S.W.A.T team killed him." He goes on "But the creepiest thing of all is that they never found his body." After I found out about this, I will move ASAP. If it's not to late...

The End.

That story is one of the worst pieces of shit I've ever read. I really hope a child wrote it. Now, that was ostensibly to help comfort you after the horrifying Everest Story, but I actually have one more thing to share with you:

Happy Friday the 13th, everybody! More Scary Story Time next month!