horror stories for kids

anonymous asked:

I will build you a fucking shrine if you write peter coming out as a bi to tony and tony being like, "hell yeah me too"!!!!!! (I'll probably cry happy tears too)

Okay. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.


He could do this. He could do this. It was all going to be fine. He could do this. 


Fuck. How the hell was anyone supposed to do this?


He checked his watch for the fifteenth time that minute. Tony was currently 12 seconds late. But he was always late, so this was fine. It didn’t mean anything. He was just caught up again. Which was normal. 


Unless he’s found out and now hates me and is going to take the suit away and yell at me and never speak to me ever ever again-


“God, Peter, pull yourself together,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair and then clasping it into a fist in his lap. It was all going to be okay. It was. He just needed to keep breathing.


Fuck. Why was he even here? Why had he called Tony in the first place? Take an hour of your day please, Mr Stark, I need to tell you something that I’ve only just found out myself and is probably something you don’t care about at all anyway-

This was stupid. He should have just waited until it could come up in casual conversation, not….whatever this was. Pulling Tony out of his busy day in order to tell him this stupid thing was…well, it was stupid! 

God, his hands were shaking.


What if Tony reacted badly? What if he got angry? What if…

what if he never wanted anything to do with Peter again?


It happened. He knew it happened. He’d heard all the horror stories. Kids, kicked out of homes by parents who had loved them unconditionally before. Put on the streets because they loved the wrong people.

Not that Tony would ever do that. Peter was scared, but he wasn’t stupid. For starters, Peter didn’t even live with Tony anyway. 
Well. He hung out with Tony in his workshop after school more often than not, and occasionally slept there if Aunt May was doing the nightshift, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t deal without it. He’d been fine before Tony came along.

But that wouldn’t even happen. He was making this out to be bigger than it was. Tony was cool. Tony would be fine. And even if he didn’t like it, he knew that New York still needed Peter on side, so he probably wouldn’t take the suit back, or kick him out. 

Probably.


Suddenly, there was a four-beat knock on the door, and Peter practically flew off the couch in his living room from the surprise.

Okay. Okay. Showtime. 

It was going to be fine.

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by reddit user alackofcoasters

As a teacher, I get to see and hear a lot of horror stories, maybe not the kind that you are used to. Kids being abused by teachers or parents, students who get hooked on hard drugs and lose scholarships, even teenagers getting raped in the classroom. Bad things happen to good kids. It breaks my heart. All in all, it’s all pretty horrific, some of the things they warn you about in school when you’re getting your teaching credential.

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anonymous asked:

What are other books/series that you'd recommend that are in the same vein as Animorphs?

Honestly, your ask inspired me to get off my butt and finally compile a list of the books that I reference with my character names in Eleutherophobia, because in a lot of ways that’s my list of recommendations right there: I deliberately chose children’s and/or sci-fi stories that deal really well with death, war, dark humor, class divides, and/or social trauma for most of my character names.  I also tend to use allusions that either comment on Animorphs or on the source work in the way that the names come up.

That said, here are The Ten Greatest Animorphs-Adjacent Works of Literature According to Sol’s Totally Arbitrary Standards: 

1. A Ring of Endless Light, Madeline L’Engle

  • This is a really good teen story that, in painfully accurate detail, captures exactly what it’s like to be too young to really understand death while forced to confront it anyway.  I read it at about the same age as the protagonist, not that long after having suffered the first major loss in my own life (a friend, also 14, killed by cancer).  It accomplished exactly what a really good novel should by putting words to the experiences that I couldn’t describe properly either then or now.  This isn’t a light read—its main plot is about terminal illness, and the story is bookended by two different unexpected deaths—but it is a powerful one. 

2. The One and Only Ivan, K.A. Applegate 

  • This prose novel (think an epic poem, sort of like The Iliad, only better) obviously has everything in it that makes K.A. Applegate one of the greatest children’s authors alive: heartbreaking tragedy, disturbing commentary on the human condition, unforgettably individuated narration, pop culture references, and poop jokes.  Although I’m mostly joking when I refer to Marco in my tags as “the one and only” (since this book is narrated by a gorilla), Ivan does remind me of Marco with his sometimes-toxic determination to see the best of every possible situation when grief and anger allow him no other outlet for his feelings and the terrifying lengths to which he will go in order to protect his found family.

3. My Teacher Flunked the Planet, Bruce Coville

  • Although the entire My Teacher is an Alien series is really well-written and powerful, this book is definitely my favorite because in many ways it’s sort of an anti-Animorphs.  Whereas Animorphs (at least in my opinion) is a story about the battle for personal freedom and privacy, with huge emphasis on one’s inner identity remaining the same even as one’s physical shape changes, My Teacher Flunked the Planet is about how maybe the answer to all our problems doesn’t come from violent struggle for personal freedoms, but from peaceful acceptance of common ground among all humans.  There’s a lot of intuitive appeal in reading about the protagonists of a war epic all shouting “Free or dead!” before going off to battle (#13) but this series actually deconstructs that message as blind and excessive, especially when options like “all you need is love” or “no man is an island” are still on the table.

4. Moon Called, Patricia Briggs

  • I think this book is the only piece of adult fiction on this whole list, and that’s no accident: the Mercy Thompson series is all about the process of adulthood and how that happens to interact with the presence of the supernatural in one’s life.  The last time I tried to make a list of my favorite fictional characters of all time, it ended up being about 75% Mercy Thompson series, 24% Animorphs, and the other 1% was Eugenides Attolis (who I’ll get back to in my rec for The Theif).  These books are about a VW mechanic, her security-administrator next door neighbor, her surgeon roommate, her retail-working best friend and his defense-lawyer boyfriend, and their cybersecurity frenemy.  The fact that half those characters are supernatural creatures only serves to inconvenience Mercy as she contemplates how she’s going to pay next month’s rent when a demon destroyed her trailer, whether to get married for the first time at age 38 when doing so would make her co-alpha of a werewolf pack, what to do about the vampires that keep asking for her mechanic services without paying, and how to be a good neighbor to the area ghosts that only she can see.  

5. The Thief, Megan Whalen Turner

  • This book (and its sequel A Conspiracy of Kings) are the ones that I return to every time I struggle with first-person writing and no Animorphs are at hand.  Turner does maybe the best of any author I’ve seen of having character-driven plots and plot-driven characters.  This book is the story of five individuals (with five slightly different agendas) traveling through an alternate version of ancient Greece and Turkey with a deceptively simple goal: they all want to work together to steal a magical stone from the gods.  However, the narrator especially is more complicated than he seems, which everyone else fails to realize at their own detriment. 

6. Homecoming, Cynthia Voight

  • Critics have compared this book to a modern, realistic reimagining of The Boxcar Children, which always made a lot of sense to me.  It’s the story of four children who must find their own way from relative to relative in an effort to find a permanent home, struggling every single day with the question of what they will eat and how they will find a safe place to sleep that night.  The main character herself is one of those unforgettable heroines that is easy to love even as she makes mistake after mistake as a 13-year-old who is forced to navigate the world of adult decisions, shouldering the burden of finding a home for her family because even though she doesn’t know what she’s doing, it’s not like she can ask an adult for help.  Too bad the Animorphs didn’t have Dicey Tillerman on the team, because this girl shepherds her family through an Odysseus-worthy journey on stubbornness alone.

7. High Wizardry, Diane Duane

  • The Young Wizards series has a lot of good books in it, but this one will forever be my favorite because it shows that weird, awkward, science- and sci-fi-loving girls can save the world just by being themselves.  Dairine Callahan was the first geek girl who ever taught me it’s not only okay to be a geek girl, but that there’s power in empiricism when properly applied.  In contrast to a lot of scientifically “smart” characters from sci-fi (who often use long words or good grades as a shorthand for conveying their expertise), Dairine applies the scientific method, programming theory, and a love of Star Wars to her problem-solving skills in a way that easily conveys that she—and Diane Duane, for that matter—love science for what it is: an adventurous way of taking apart the universe to find out how it works.  This is sci-fi at its best. 

8. Dr. Franklin’s Island, Gwyneth Jones

  • If you love Animorphs’ body horror, personal tragedy, and portrayal of teens struggling to cope with unimaginable circumstances, then this the book for you!  I’m only being about 80% facetious, because this story has all that and a huge dose of teen angst besides.  It’s a loose retelling of H.G. Wells’s classic The Island of Doctor Moreau, but really goes beyond that story by showing how the identity struggles of adolescence interact with the identity struggles of being kidnapped by a mad scientist and forcibly transformed into a different animal.  It’s a survival story with a huge dose of nightmare fuel (seriously: this book is not for the faint of heart, the weak of stomach, or anyone who skips the descriptions of skin melting and bones realigning in Animorphs) but it’s also one about how three kids with a ton of personal differences and no particular reason to like each other become fast friends over the process of surviving hell by relying on each other.  

9. Sideways Stories from Wayside School, Louis Sachar

  • Louis Sachar is the only author I’ve ever seen who can match K.A. Applegate for nihilistic humor and absurdist horror layered on top of an awesome story that’s actually fun for kids to read.  Where he beats K.A. Applegate out is in terms of his ability to generate dream-like surrealism in these short stories, each one of which starts out hilariously bizarre and gradually devolves into becoming nightmare-inducingly bizarre.  Generally, each one ends with an unsettling abruptness that never quite relieves the tension evoked by the horror of the previous pages, leaving the reader wondering what the hell just happened, and whether one just wet one’s pants from laughing too hard or from sheer existential terror.  The fact that so much of this effect is achieved through meta-humor and wordplay is, in my opinion, just a testament to Sachar’s huge skill as a writer. 

10. Magyk, Angie Sage

  • As I mentioned, the Septimus Heap series is probably the second most powerful portrayal of the effect of war on children that I’ve ever encountered; the fact that the books are so funny on top of their subtle horror is a huge bonus as well.  There are a lot of excellent moments throughout the series where the one protagonist’s history as a child soldier (throughout this novel he’s simply known as “Boy 412″) will interact with his stepsister’s (and co-protagonist’s) comparatively privileged upbringing.  Probably my favorite is the moment when the two main characters end up working together to kill a man in self-defense, and the girl raised as a princess makes the horrified comment that she never thought she’d actually have to kill someone, to which her stepbrother calmly responds that that’s a privilege he never had; the ensuing conversation strongly implies that his psyche has been permanently damaged by the fact that he was raised to kill pretty much from infancy, but all in a way that is both child-friendly and respectful of real trauma.  

If your main goal is ceaseless carnage and you don’t accomplish that as many times as you’d like to, you end up looking pretty useless. In The Walking Dead, Negan is supposed to be the ultimate villain. He doesn’t have the pesky personal ties that the Governor had, and he rocks better post-apocalyptic facial hair than any of the Hunters, so he kicks more ass than any of them. His first act upon entering the series is beating two of the most beloved male characters in the show to death with a baseball bat. If he doesn’t spend the rest of his tenure on the show curb-stomping the remaining cast, it will be a letdown.

And oh, it is. Over the course of a long, laborious season, Negan is basically reduced to a cursing Scooby-Doo villain, almost getting away with it if it weren’t for those meddling kids. American Horror Story, an anthology show that does a new plot in every season, fills its narrative with villains that it only planned a few solid episodes’ worth of anything for. After a few scary introductory scenes, they mostly float around like ice cubes in a punch bowl of haphazard storytelling.

The villains in Penny Dreadful, aka Frankenstein vs. Dracula vs. My Feelings, were a little more capable than the ones seen in most horror shows, but also a little more lazy. As it turns out, there’s a very fine line between “This villain is a slow, methodical mastermind” and “This villain is going to wait around until the heroes literally knock on his goddamn door,” and Penny Dreadful tripped headfirst over it, convulsing in the middle until the season was over.

5 Problems All Horror TV Shows Eventually Have

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🎬 On This Day | 3 years ago, on May 25th, 2014, The Normal Heart premiered on HBO. The Normal Heart (originally a play by Larry Kramer) tells “the story of the onset of the HIV-AIDS crisis in New York City in the early 1980s, taking an unflinching look at the nation’s sexual politics as gay activists and their allies in the medical community fight to expose the truth about the burgeoning epidemic to a city and nation in denial” (IMDB). Finn plays the character Albert.

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Your thoughts… are material. 
Warning, lmao - The plot is very-very raw and I will probably rewrite it or add something new ://

The trapped soul was born from the old horror story for kids. Children believed that if you look at your mirror in midnight without light, an evil spirit will appear, cut you and steal your soul from the wound on your chest, hiding and torturing it in the eternal darkness forever.
They was so scared but stupid at the same time - they tried to summon the Trapped Soul so many times and once the legend actually worked. Someone answered the call.
One kid died from the blood loss in front of this mirror, and it was dumped, left alone.

Reaper, a rich guy who loves to buy old stuff, bought this mirror. Shop assistant insisted to take an old hammer too, for free. She knew the legend and she was happy to sell this cursed mirror to someone, just to avoid troubles.
Reaper had problems with paranoia, anxiety.
He placed the mirror in the basement, his storage of old stuff and totaly forgot about it, about the hammer, too.
But once? Late at night, Reaper heard noises from the basement. He went to look. It was midnight.
He never found anything suspicious, he was about to go to sleep again, but suddenly something catched his attention. He turned around and saw how the cursed mirror was glowing red, and then the Trapped Soul appeared in front of him. Once it was summoned, it will never fade away.

- Reaper was the one who gave the Trapped Soul a name. Geno.
- No one, except for Reaper can see him in the mirror, no matter if it’s night or day. Reaper is the only one person Geno wants to show himself to.
- Geno, surely, can hear Reaper speak, but Reaper can’t hear him. Geno talks in gestures/ they use the ouija board.
- They become good friends after a while, at first Reaper thought he’s going crazy from being alone all the time but then he made himself believe.
Apparently, his family died. No one left, and he found his life meaning in buying stuff no one needs. He thinks he’s stuff no one needs; he want’s to be bought, too?
- After 2 or 3 years, maybe, Reaper started developing feelings for a reflection.
Once Geno said he wants to be saved, he wants to thank Reaper for stucking with him for so long, to see the world. This is where the actual story starts.

You can shatter the cursed mirror and kill the Trapped Soul with the Holy Hammer only.

Disturbing Black Eyed Girl Experience

I am an atheist and I have always been skeptical of the paranormal. Aside from being the most disturbing thing I have experienced, this encounter has turned my model of reality upside down.

I was on the bus with my friend Veronica at around midnight. One of us mentioned that I was headed to waterfront. She made a joke about how we shouldn’t talk about where I was going on the bus because I would get stalked. I laughed and joked about that a little too, but I felt slightly uneasy. This is where I believe the experience began. I remember there was barely anyone on the bus, I saw 4 men chatting in front of us (not that it’s important but for accuracy’s sake 2 men were talking to each other and a short distance away another 2 men were chatting). At the time that I am writing this, a few hours after it happened, I don’t remember seeing anyone else in the bus.

I got off the bus and Veronica walked me to the sky train station. I remember paying for my ticket and calling her as soon as I paid to jokingly complain about the fact that they had raised transit fare by 5 cents. We chatted for a bit. I went down the stairs to the platform for the sky train to waterfront and a girl was sitting about 15 feet away from me. I immediately recognized her from the bus, though thinking back I can’t recall actually seeing her on the bus. I don’t know how she got from the bus stop to the sky train station without me seeing her on the way, but I didn’t think to question that at this point in the story.

From what I can remember, she looked about 9-15 (keep in mind it was past midnight and she was alone), she was small and slim, and her hair was cut into a perfect, grey bob. It looked more like a shiny, hard grey helmet than hair. If it wasnt a helmet it must have been a wig. I don’t remember anything about her facial features or clothing despite the fact that I only saw her a couple hours ago and (at one point in the story) stared at her intently for 15 minutes. I do remember she had an alternative sense of style, and I think she was wearing either a leather or denim jacket. I stayed 15 feet away from the bench she was sitting on. Something about her was disconcerting and made me mildly uncomfortable.

When the sky train came, instead of walking through the doors of the sky train compartment straight in front of her, she walked the 15 feet to get into the same compartment as me. I remember feeling a little weird about it. I didn’t look at her while I was on the sky train at all.

This is where it gets fucking weird. After the sky train pulled into waterfront station, I got off it to get onto the sea bus. When the sky train arrived, the sea bus was leaving in 20 seconds, so I ran to catch it. Only one other person was running to catch it with me. When I sat down, the fucking girl with grey hair was sitting a few rows across from me, staring straight at me. I immediately recognized her. I don’t know how the fuck she got to the sea bus from the sky train station within 20 seconds before me, without me seeing her. As soon as I saw her I went from relieved that I made it onto the sea bus to being on the verge of tears.

This is the part that makes me cry when think about it. Her eyes were completely black. Her facial expression was inhumanly blank like a robot and she was staring straight at me. I’m not exaggerating when I say it wasn’t human. It was so fucking wrong and unnatural. I have never seen or experienced anything like that in my life. All of a sudden it’s face stretched into the most horrifying evil smile. It was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen. I cry every time I think about it. I was holding back tears at this point. How the fuck did it get from the sky train to the sea bus without me seeing it?

The sea bus takes 15 minutes to get to the other side of the water, so I watched it for 15 minutes. I could not have hallucinated it being there for 15 minutes straight. It was physically impossible for it to get from the same sky train as me to the sea bus without me noticing it at all. I may have hallucinated the eyes and the smile (but I don’t think its possible that I hallucinated them for 15 minutes straight), but I could not have imagined her sitting there on the sea bus for 15 minutes.

When the sea bus pulled in I waited to get off it last and didn’t see her on my walk home, though I was beyond terrified for the entire walk.

The more I try to remember its physical appearance the more hazy it gets. All I really remember is the helmet-like grey hair, pale skin, black eyes, and the blank stare morphing into the most disturbing smile I’ve ever seen. I remember it was dressed in alternative clothes similar to mine and what’s creepier is that my hair is grey too, almost like it was mimicking my appearance. It totally lacked the thing that makes humans human, it even lacked the thing that makes animals seem alive. It was unnatural. I don’t know how to explain it any better than that.

This is really scary to me because if this was real, what else is real? And why was it following me? What did it want?

Edit: this experience has greatly worsened my insomnia, I’m terrified that it will kill me in my sleep. If anyone reading this has experienced anything paranormal, an encouraging comment would be greatly appreciated as this incendent has also worsened my anxiety


by mannequin_vxxn

Submission: Kagami Uchiha, babysitter extraordinaire

Because your Kagami headcanons made me laugh out loud, and fit perfectly with what I’m writing about him in the Naruto-is-Nawaki’s-reincarnation-verse, here’s a present for you! A cute little fic, about Kagami’s first (but definitely not last) time as a babysitter.

(I managed to write a non-angsty fic! Yay me!)

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Kagami sighs as he contemplates the situation he managed to get himself into. He had told Mito-sensei that he was bad with kids, but the woman hadn’t left him any choice, and here he is, in her house, babysitting her sick grandson.

On paper, it doesn’t sound too hard, but he’s heard the stories from the rest of the Hokage’s guard team.

Saru refuses any babysitting missions, arguing that he has his hands full with Mito’s granddaughter already (and Kagami can’t blame him. A thirteen years old shouldn’t be as scary as she is when she yells at him whenever the war and his recklessness lands him in the hospital).

Koharu is busy with her own kids, and those horror stories are enough to make him wary of every miniature human out there (then again, Koharu’s kids. No wonder they’re little monsters, with a kunoichi like her donating half of their genepool.) and Homura, the coward, takes refuge in the archives every time Mito-sensei so much as hints that she may need a babysitter.

Torifu is great with kids, but even he had come back from an afternoon looking after both Tsunade-chan and Nawaki-chan with a haunted face and an oath of “never again”.

Danzo hasn’t been allowed in the vicinity of their sensei’s grandson ever since he had managed to scare the boy just by looking at him. Tsunade-chan had been vicious when she had attacked him for making her baby brother cry.

Kagami has met the kid in passing, but never had a reason for prolonged exposure until now.

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Nawaki looks absolutely miserable, curled up in his blankets, hugging a pillow to his chest. He’s also very, very bored, and Kagami is quick to understand why his teammate looked so harried the last time he had had babysitting duty.  The boy won’t stop asking questions, topics ranging from ninja life to the reason behind the colour of the sky, and Kagami is getting a bit overwhelmed.

“How about I tell you a story?” He tries instead, in dire need of something to distract the boy.

The child looks at him skeptically.

“I’m not a baby!” Nawaki protests, then sneezes, ruining the grown-up air he had been trying to adopt.

“You’re never too old for stories.” Kagami declares, frantically searching his brain for a bedtime story he could tell the kid.

(Why had he suggested that? Kagami has never had a bedtime story himself, not growing up in the clan wars like he did. The closest he got were genjutsu lessons where his guardian would sometimes add small stories from myths and folklore as suggestions for illusion materials!)

(Genjutsu? That was an idea… Mito-sensei will kill him if he even thinks of putting Nawaki-chan under a genjutsu, but using it to illustrate a story…)

“Do you want to hear about that time Mito-sensei and I pranked Hashirama-sama so bad, he was hiding under his desk for two hours?” He asks.

Nawaki perks up at that, looking interested despite himself.

“Well” Kagami starts. “Your grandfather was quite scared of ghosts, you see, which your grandmother found absolutely hilarious. So of course, she decided that I, as a young and impressionable genin in need of a target to practice my genjutsu on, would be the perfect accomplice…”

As he speaks, the walls around them come to life, showing a chibi-Mito dragging a chibi-Kagami to the Hokage Tower.

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When Mito comes home later that night, she finds her grandson and her student asleep, the former in his bed and the later sitting on the floor against it, bathed in the dim light of the genjutsu still running along the walls, and she chuckles at the sight. The chibi-version of herself is currently busy throwing a huge suiton jutsu at her panicked team who had just finished cleaning what she remembers to have been a particularly nasty part of the sewers, and had been in dire need of a cleaning themselves.

With a fond smiles, she drapes a spare blanket over her  favourite student.

Well, at least now she knows who to ask first when Nawaki-chan needs a babysitter.

Bad with children her ass.

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After that day, Kagami becomes Nawaki’s favourite person after his grandmother, sister and granduncle. 

He also, much to his dismay, becomes the go-to babysitter for what seems to be half of Konoha after Nawaki brags about his Kagami-nii’s awesome bedtime stories.

Mito is too busy laughing at him to help.