The Shack

                     The Shack funny stories

bingabonga Everything I write is fake by the way!
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3 teens go into one of the most rumored, and talked-about place. Little did they know, they wouldn't come back. Find out what happens.

The Shack

The large, wooden door creaked open as we got the lock open. We waited silently, and nervously, waiting to see what would happen.

"Pfft, guys, I told you there was nothing. This was probably put here to scare kids like--"

Cole got cut off mid-sentence, as he got dragged away by sharp, bloody, curled up fingernails, into the dark depths beyond the wooden door.

I walked into my classroom, not expecting my friends to be gathered around my desk.

"Hey, guys! What are you doing?" I asked them curiously as I hopped on over towards my desk.

"Oh, hey Blair! We were waiting for you so I could tell you guys about something I want to do with you guys." My friend Cole said.

"Alright, go ahead then." I responded.

"So, we all know about the forbidden shack located in the forest right near us, right? Well, I want to go investigate it when school ends. I'm pretty su-"

"THE shack? You mean the one where people have said that a couple of people who wanted to investigate it more, never came back? The one where-"

"Blah blah blah, yes I know." Cole said as he cut me off, just like I cut him off.

"Anyways, I'm pretty sure it's all just rumors people made up to scare us.

So, why don't we prove to people it's not true, and go over to the shack, open it up, and find out what's really the big deal with the old thing." Cole exclaimed.

"Uhm, I don't think that's a good idea. Especially since it gets dark SUPER fast now. When school ends, we wouldn't even be able to see without a flashlight." My other friend Charles said.

"No duh, that's why I brought a flashlight with me!" Cole responded.

"Are we all settled for right after school? I told my mom about it already, and asked her to tell yours. Don't worry, though. I said we were just going out for ice cream." He continued.

"Erm, sure.. Let's meet up at the back of the school. I know a shortcut towards the woods." I told them both.

As soon as school ended, I ran over to the back of the school to meet up with my friends. They waved as I skipped over to them. I was still pretty scared, but I'm realizing now how stupid I am.

"Monsters aren't real, and whoever's out there would be dead by now without any water and food, right? That's just logic!" I thought.

"Alright follow me guys. Wait, no no. COLE can go first, since this was HIS idea. I'll guide you with directions."

"Alright, wimp. You're just a scaredy cat. Honestly, guys. Loosen up a bit. We're not in elementary school anymore. All those spooky stuff that we thought were real were just fake" He said.

"You're right. Let's just get a move on. I don't want to miss out on dinner. My moms making spaghetti!" Charles exclaimed excitedly as his stomach rumbled.

I guided us towards the woods, and let Cole take over the navigation from there.

We turned on the flashlight since it was getting dark really fast, and walked slowly over to where our destination would be. Except, we couldn't find it at all.

"Cole, do you even know where you're going?" Charles asked.

"Well, yeah! For some reason it isn't here--- oh." Cole said as his face dropped.

"Sorry, guys. I was mixing some of my lefts with my rights, and took some wrong turns. We just have to wander for a little bit until we find it.

I'm pretty sure we're close though, so don't worry." Cole told us reassuringly.

We kept on walking for a little over 5 minutes, until I saw something over in the distance. I ran over to get a little bit more of a closeup, then tripped over a tiny branch.

I scraped my knee on a sharp gray rock, and blood started dripping down everywhere.

"You idiot. How does that even happen?" Charles questioned me.

"Well, you tell me. It's not like there are leaves covering everything up!" I said harshly.

"Chill out, it's not even that big of a deal. We didn't come here to fight, we came here to investigate." Cole said as he stepped in between us.

I got up, took out a napkin from my backpack, and held it on my knee for a while until it stopped bleeding.

"Alright guys, I'm good. I'm not a baby like Charles. He probably would've cried and over exaggerated his pain." I said blatantly.

"Hey, you shut up. I'm more manly than you'll ever be you piece of--"

"STOP. Let's just get a move on. You guys always make a big deal out of nothing." Cole said as he interrupted Charles.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I'm just getting cranky since I haven't eaten anything all afternoon. Lunch sucked, so I skipped it." Charles told me.

"It's fine. I guess I overreacted as well. Let's head over there. I think I see something!" I said excitedly, and worryingly.

We all ran over there, but then decided to walk halfway through, so we wouldn't trip, or alert something or someone that we're there.

"Oh, this is the shack!" Cole said excitedly.

The shack was filled with with graffiti everywhere. Satanic symbols, crosses, swastikas were printed everywhere on the outside.

The door was spray painted with something that looked like a satanic ritual setup in red, and the number 666 was put everywhere possible.

Most importantly, there was a lock put on the door, and there was no key next to it.

"I say we open the door and shine our light in it. We've gone too far to not know what's inside of this old, wooden, beaten up thing." Charles said.

"I second that." Cole said.

"Alright, how do you suppose we do that without a key, you bimbos." I asked them.

"Well, it's simple! One of us needs to grab a rock, and bust open the lock." Cole said.

"NOSIES." I said loudly, and put my finger on my nose

"NOSIES." Charles said loudly as well as soon as he realized what I'd said.

"NOSI-" Cole exclaimed, but midway through he gave up, and realized his defeat.

"Well, you're lucky I'm not a wuss! Watch this." Cole said as he picked up a heavy rock, and climbed up the stairs to the shack.

Cole started wacking the lock repeatedly, as hard as he could, but it wouldn't budge.

"Uhm, guys, it won't budge." Cole said as he looked at us.

"Whack it harder! Like a hammer!" I yelled.

The wind blew at us, making us all shiver. I gritted my teeth, and put my hands into my armpits to try and warm them up.

The vicious wind blew my brown hair into my emerald green eyes, and I quickly tried to wipe my hair off of my face.

"Quickly, it's getting cold. I'm not going to catch a fever for this stupid thing!" I told them.

"I agree, I'm going to head home soon if this door doesn't bust open. Like you said, it's probably just one big rumor that people still believe. This is stupid.

There's probably nothing in there as well, maybe just a pair of dirty old socks." Cole yelled out.

I sighed loudly. "If there is really nothing in this stupid shack, and we came all the way here for nothing, then I'm going to be so mad at you, Cole!"

I was NOT in the mood at all anymore. I'm hungry, tired, cold, scared, and plus, I didn't even want to be here in the first place. I was not having it.

"Guys, calm down! It's going to bust open any second now. Have you guys seen my muscles? I'm like the strongest kid in town with these babies. Everyone should be scared of these bad boys.

" Cole said as he flexed and admired his muscles.

"Pfft, what muscles? You're literally a twig. You weigh what? 90 pounds? Even my younger brother weighs more than you, dude." Charles said as he burst out a laugh.

I started laughing as well. "Charles has a point there. Both your arms combined couldn't even make out the size of just one of my arms." I exclaimed.

"Hey, hey! I may seem skinny, but trust me! I'm made of all, pure muscle. You guys are just jealous you guys aren't as muscular as me." Cole said as he flexed some more.

"Jealous of what? Those 2 tiny noodles attached to your body?" Charles said.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. Quit the laughing! I'd like to see your muscles. Anyways, lets just work on getting this stupid lock to budge open." Cole said annoyingly.

He worked on budging it, and started slamming the rock on the lock as hard as he could. The rock started scraping his hands with its sharp, small edges and cut through some of his skin.

I could see tiny droplets of lightly colored blood dripping through the cracks between his now raw fingers.



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