The Perfect Story : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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…He pushed the princess on his handsome white horse and rode off into the sunset. The End.

“I’m done!” I called out tearfully.

She came over. Gave the story a quick read. My heart was beating so fast it might explode.

Would it be enough?

She looked at me. She frowned. My heart sank. That wasn’t a good sign.

“No good,” she said finally. I flinched at her voice. It was like a thousand sharp knives penetrating my soul. The devil’s screeching in my ear.

“I mean, look at it! Absolutely disgusting! Any five-year-old can write this better than you can!”

She rebooted the computer, deleting the previous file.

All my hard work, painstakingly writing the perfect story exactly as she wanted it, gone in a simple click on the red X.

I stared at the cursor at the start of the first page. Blinking in and out of existence. Mocking me.

“I can’t do this anymore!”

The words burst out of my mouth and instantly I wished I could take it all back. She walked around to face me. Her eyes narrowed.

“Please,” I sobbed. “Leave me and my family alone in peace…”

Her perfectly-manicured fingernails typed a single command into her phone in response, then held it up for me to see. Through the grainy image I could make out my wife. She was tied up like I was, but there was a handkerchief in her mouth and her hands were fastened behind my chair.

She rocked violently in her chair, struggling against her bonds. Her eyes flicked towards the camera. Her face pleaded with us in desperation.

A man melted out of the shadows at her signal, dressed entirely in black but wearing the face of a beast. He had something long and thin and flat in his hands. It looked like a live snake.

Without hesitation he looped that something around my wife’s neck. And pulled with all his strength.

My wife’s eyes bulged; her face turned red as she gasped for air.

The chair fell over.

My scream didn’t sound like my own.

She switched off her phone. Her lips curled upwards into a smile as cold and thin as ice.

“I give you one last chance. Do it again. Perfectly. Because you will be next.”

She turned and walked back into the darkness, out of sight. But I know she is still there. Watching.

Biting back a sob, I tried to calm my shaking hands. Then once again I started to type.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful queen…