Question

Can someone please help me write a scary story? Any story as long as it's not copyright it just needs to be made up. It must contain three paragraphs with at least 4-5 sentences for each paragraph, also including a title. Try to use a lot of detail, please.
I will give Brainliest to whoever answers first and will get 50 points
Please Thank you :)

Answer 1

Answer:

a night in early November

Explanation:

In a small village, there was a poor family in the corner of the block, once they moved in they never came out until nighttime November-

when it was nighttime they would be playing outside their front yard with no lights and their parents cooking a barbeque with no fire. One time, a foolish kid from the block was walking late at night, one of the kids from the house outside asked, "Do you want to play with us?" and the boy who was walking replied with a foolish answer. he said sure, without knowing the consequences the pale little boy and his pale siblings invited him over for the barbeque. once he went inside he was never to be found again.

still fixing it but what do you think of it so far?

Answer 2

Answer:

Squawk

The boy stood, shivering, outside of the old red barn, wrapping his sweatshirt more firmly around his shoulders and peering into the windows. Half of them were broken, and the wind whistled through some and out the others, making the hay inside the barn pick up and move around. A jet-black raven squawked loudly, the jarring sound seeming to come from every direction at once, and the boy jumped, deciding once and for all to go into the barn and hide from all the wind and the cold and the rain that was beginning to come down harder than before. Although the boy didn't notice it, the raven was following him carefully as he crept into the barn.

It was still cold and still windy in the barn, though better than outside, the boy thought. The raven perched itself carefully on the highest rafter of the barn, and again it screeched, the noise reverberating throughout the entire barn and making the boy fall to his knees on the barn floor. Something about that screech just wasn't right - it made distant memories of pain and terror snap into the boy's mind in an instant. The raven squawked again, and the boy yelled, covering his ears and closing his eyes, trying to shut out the hideous sound.

Unfortunately, it was no use - the bird screamed again, and again, and again, and again. The wind whistled, and the bird screeched, and the whole world felt not right. The boy's head swam, the world seemed to lurch forward, and he fell into a deep sleep, never to wake again. The raven squawked again in a self-satisfied way, then flew out of the barn and back into the raging wind outside. He had done his job.

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Welp, that was pretty rushed but hopefully it's at least a good start! Let me know if you need any more help. :)