They're Coming For You by O. Penn-Coughin

Author:O. Penn-Coughin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, halloween, ghosts, dark, scary, monsters, undead, scary stories for children, open coffin, o penncoughin
Publisher: You Come Too Publishing

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The Delicious Death of Jay Whitebread

Jay Whitebread was a writer of children’s books. His specialty was scary stories. He was very popular with parents and teachers and that whole army of kids who said they liked scary stories just as long as they weren’t too scary.

Jay Whitebread was their man.

He wrote them long and boring. It was like he had designed an amusement park full of roller coasters that just sat there. No one had nightmares and everyone went along for the ride.

On this one not-too-spooky night, Jay Whitebread was rewriting an old story about a woman who always wore a velvet ribbon around her neck. She never took it off. One night while the woman slept, her husband –– who just couldn’t stand it any longer –– removed the ribbon. The story was supposed to end with the woman’s head coming off and rolling onto the floor.

But Jay Whitebread thought that was much too violent. What would teachers say? What would parents do when their children woke up crying in the middle of the night? No, no, no. The head coming off just wouldn’t do. So he changed the ending.

Jay Whitebread kept the woman’s head attached. When the husband took off the velvet ribbon, all that happened was the wife waking up and saying, “Boo.”

No nightmares there. A few more stories like that and Jay Whitebread would soon have another soft batch ready to send off to his publisher.

Inside his big mansion on the hill, Jay Whitebread rewarded himself with a little cup of vanilla ice cream and sat in his big leather chair in front of one of his five fireplaces, looking very pleased with himself.

Suddenly there was crazy laughter coming from the chimney and a pound-pound-pounding as if something was making its way down toward the fireplace. Standing now, Jay Whitebread dropped his little cup of vanilla ice cream when he saw what it was.

Out of the fireplace and onto the floor rolled the head of the woman from Jay Whitebread’s story.

“You don’t scare nobody, Mr. Writer!” it cackled, rising off the ground. “Maybe you should write romance novels!”

The head floated closer and closer to Jay Whitebread’s terrified face. From just a few inches away, it looked into his eyes and whispered, “Hey, you’re kinda cute.”

The head then closed its eyes, opened its mouth, and kissed Jay Whitebread on the lips.

Jay Whitebread turned as white as his vanilla ice cream and dropped dead. From outside the mansion, hideous cackling –– and typing –– could be heard long into the night.

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