Horror Stories_Workshop

SCARY HORROR STORIES HALL O’WEEN’S BODY OBJECT

WHAT YOU NEED

WHAT TO DO

STORY

You pass around paper cups while telling the story below. Do it in the dark or in a semi dark room and tell your listeners they can't look in the cups. The cups are filled with "gross body parts" (food) and your listeners have to guess what it really is.

• Paper cups • Latex glove • Peeled grapes or olives • Gelatine • Peeled stewed tomatoes • Cold spaghetti • Piece of uncooked meat • Pickle or hotdog end • Wet corn silk or yarn • Papers and pencils • Ketchup Ahead of time, prepare the cups that are described below. Have everyone sit in a circle, then shut out the lights and start the story.

You have to have the room dark so that people cannot see what's inside of the cups. You can pass out paper and pencil at the beginning of the game and let them write down their guesses between each cup or you can have each player guess out loud between each cup. At the very end of the game, you can tell them what is in each cup, but wait until the end!! After the lights back on and everyone has finished writing down their guesses, collect the papers. As you check their guesses, you can show everyone what was really in the cups. Give a nice prize to the person with the most correct answers.

Once in this town there lived a man named Hal O'Ween. It was years ago, on this very night, that he was murdered. They say these are his remains.

Here is his brain, which now feels no pain. (a peeled squishy tomato)

Here are his eyes, still frozen with surprise. (two frozen peeled grapes or olives)

Here is his heart. Be careful or it can start! (a large lump of uncooked liver)

Now we have his hair, which once was so fair! (a handful of corn silk or wet fur or yarn)

Feel these drops of his blood. All the rest turned to mud. (a little ketchup thinned with warm water)

One hand all alone, just rotting flesh and bone. (a damp plastic glove filled with red gelatine or ice)

Now touch his ear. He nevermore will hear! (a dried apricot)

This is his nose. It will never smell a rose. (a pickle, a hot dog or a soft chicken bone)

These worms are all that's left to feel. For them Hal O'Ween was a lovely meal! (wet spaghetti)

HALLOWEEN PARTY – IES SÁNCHEZ LASTRA Thursday, 27th October 2011

SCARY HORROR STORIES

THE YELLOW RIBBON WHAT YOU NEED

• A yellow ribbon

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Johnny and a girl named Jenny. Jenny was a very nice girl, but she was also very quiet. More importantly, she always wore a yellow ribbon around her neck. Johnny didn't know why she wore a yellow ribbon, and he was very curious.

Every day, Johnny asked Jenny, "Why do you wear that yellow ribbon?"

Jenny would say, "I can't tell you that now, maybe later."

Johnny and Jenny grew up together, but he never saw her without that yellow ribbon.

When they were teenagers, he asked her every day, "Why do you wear that yellow

ribbon?"

And Jenny would say, "I can't tell you that now, maybe later."

When they were all grown up, Johnny and Jenny fell and love and got married. On their wedding day, Jenny wore a beautiful white dress and a yellow ribbon around her neck. Johnny asked her, "Why do you wear that yellow ribbon?"

Jenny said, "I can't tell you that now, maybe later."

Jenny and Johnny lived together for a very long time and had a very happy life. They had children together and they were always happy, but Johnny never saw his wife without her ribbon around her neck. He was still curious.

One day, when they were both very, very old, he asked Jenny, "Why do you wear that

yellow ribbon?"

Jenny sighed and said, "I guess it's time to show you. If you want to, you can untie it." Johnny's hands trembled as he reached for the ends of the yellow ribbon and sloooowly untied it. Carefully, he pulled the ends of the ribbon away from Jenny's neck… …and her head fell off!

HALLOWEEN PARTY – IES SÁNCHEZ LASTRA Thursday, 27th October 2011

SCARY HORROR STORIES

THE VIPER • • • •

WHAT YOU NEED

A A A A

mobile phone bucket rag squeegee

George worked hard everyday in a big office building. He had a beautiful office. His office had big, clear glass windows from floor to ceiling. George often had to work late into the night.

One of these late, late nights, George received a call on his office phone. A scratchy, spooky voice said, "I'm coming up," then hung up. George thought this was a little bit strange, but he had gotten calls like that before. George wasn't scared. He continued to work.

About a half hour later, the phone rang again. When George lifted the receiver, the same voice was on the end of the line. "I'm coming up," the voice said, then hung up.

Now George was a little bit upset. Who could be calling him? Was it one of his colleagues, trying to scare him? George decided to ignore the call.

After another half hour, the phone rang again. This time, George was angry. He picked up the phone and said, "Who is this!? Who are you!?" After a short pause, the scratchy, creaky voice replied, "It's the Viper. I'm coming up," and hung up again.

Now George was shaking. If this is a joke, it's gone far enough!, he thought. He tried to calm down and get back to work.

Just a few minutes later, the phone rang again. The voice said, "I'm coming up, George. I'm coming up, and I'm almost there." George wanted to leave the office, but he still wasn't finished the report he had been working on. He was very scared. Who could this "Viper" be? What does he want?, he thought.

George screamed when he heard the knocking on his office door. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Slowly, the handle to the door twisted, and the door opened. George peeked over the edge of his desk (he was hiding there), curious to see who had come for him. Standing in the doorway to his office was a little old man with white hair. He was carrying a bucket, a rag, and squeegee. After a moment's pause, the old man said, "Hello, Mr. George. I've come to vipe the vindows vith my vashcloth."

George was relieved.

HALLOWEEN PARTY – IES SÁNCHEZ LASTRA Thursday, 27th October 2011

SCARY HORROR STORIES

THE LITTLE BROWN DOG WHAT YOU NEED

• A newspaper •

Rachel was an extremely old woman who had no family. Her only companion and friend was a little brown dog, Slats, who went everywhere with her, with one exception. Slats loved the open fireplace in winter, and after the old woman went to bed he would sometimes go and lie there in front of the warm coals. Usually though, the dog slept at the very edge of the bed on a rug.

Rachel wouldn't allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little brown dog and he would lick it.

One dark night Rachel was reading her newspaper just before going to sleep. She shivered as she read that a mental patient had escaped from the nearby asylum. No one knew if the patient was dangerous or not; he was a suspect in the murders of several women who had lived alone.

Rachel turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but she was frightened, and kept thinking of the news report.

Finally, she moved her hand to where the little brown dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet tongue began to lick her hand. The woman felt safe and left her hand hanging off the bed as she turned and settled in comfortably. She opened her eyes for a moment and looked through the open door into the living room.

There in front of the fireplace, sat Slats, looking at the coals and moving his tail.

Down beside the bed, something was still licking her hand...

HALLOWEEN PARTY – IES SÁNCHEZ LASTRA Thursday, 27th October 2011

SCARY HORROR STORIES

THE LITTLE BROWN DOG WHAT YOU NEED

• A newspaper

Rachel was an extremely old woman who had no family. Her only companion and friend was a little brown dog, Slats, who went everywhere with her, with one exception. Slats loved the open fireplace in winter, and after the old woman went to bed he would sometimes go and lie there in front of the warm coals. Usually though, the dog slept at the very edge of the bed on a rug.

Rachel wouldn't allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little brown dog and he would lick it.

One dark night Rachel was reading her newspaper just before going to sleep. She shivered as she read that a mental patient had escaped from the nearby asylum. No one knew if the patient was dangerous or not; he was a suspect in the murders of several women who had lived alone.

Rachel turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but she was frightened, and kept thinking of the news report.

Finally, she moved her hand to where the little brown dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet tongue began to lick her hand. The woman felt safe and left her hand hanging off the bed as she turned and settled in comfortably. She opened her eyes for a moment and looked through the open door into the living room.

There in front of the fireplace, sat Slats, looking at the coals and moving his tail.

Down beside the bed, something was still licking her hand...

THE GHOST CAR This true story happened a few years ago. John Bradford, a Sydney University student, was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark Halloween night and in the middle of a storm. The night was very dark and no car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stopped. John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door, just to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on!

The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road and saw a curve approaching.

Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. John, paralysed with terror, watched how the hand appeared every time they came to a curve. John saw the lights of a pub down the road so, gathering strength, jumped out of the car and ran to it.

Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and asked for two shots of tequila. He then started telling everybody about the horrible experience he went through. A silence enveloped everybody when they realized he was crying and... he wasn't drunk.

About 15 minutes later, two guys walked into the same pub. They were also wet and out of breath.

Looking around and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to the other, 'Look, Bruce. There's the idiot who got in the car while we were pushing it.

HALLOWEEN PARTY – IES SÁNCHEZ LASTRA Thursday, 27th October 2011