The Dark Road – A Short Scary Story

Short Scary Story The Dark Road

With three kids in the backseat, the Johnson family drove down a deserted road at night. Suddenly, their car sputtered and slowed. John, the father, saw a dark figure standing in the middle of the road. It wasn’t human or animal—something else entirely. Turning back wasn’t an option, so he kept going.

As they got closer, strange whispers and wails filled the air. Linda, John’s wife, clutched his arm in fear. The noises grew louder as they passed the spot where the figure had been. John glanced in the rearview mirror and saw creatures emerging from the bushes—dog-like beings with human features, closing in fast.

John remembered old stories of supernatural creatures craving meat. They had a cooler full of it for their barbecue. He quickly threw the meat out the window. The creatures pounced on it, distracted.

With the creatures occupied, John pushed the car to its limits. They finally reached their destination, shaken but safe. Locals revealed they had taken a notorious shortcut known for eerie occurrences. The Johnson family’s ordeal became another tale in the town’s collection of scary stories to tell.

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