Im going to write a long one, so I'll post it in segments.
Here's the first one
Theme: Something Scarey
Story:
You can feel it on your neck. It wriggles as you awake, reacting to your movement as you stir from your sleep. But you don’t take notice of it at first. You push it into the back of your mind, as there are more pressing matters on your hands, but you can't seem to remember what they are. When you open your eyes, you can see nothing. Darkness has surrounded you, and you are cold. You are not in your bed, you are not even clothed. You cannot remember where you last were, or what you were last doing.
You move your hands to feel around you, and that’s when you are reminded that it is there. It squirms as you move your arms, wet and slippery against the skin of your neck. You try to scream, but it cuts the sound short by wrapping something around to your throat and squeezing. You clutch at it, but you are unable to grasp its slimy, gelatin substance well enough to loosen its grip.
You can no longer breathe, and now you can feel more of it oozing underneath, as if it has grown bolder, knowing that it can easily overpower you. You struggle to stand, but its hold on you is strong. You can feel your vision beginning to go dark, even though you can already see nothing. You try one last time to free yourself… And you do. You sit up fast, gasping for air, and scramble feverishly away from where you were.
You can no longer feel it behind you, but you know it can’t be far. You struggle to catch your breath as you finally get to your feet. You don’t so much run as you just throw yourself as far away from where the thing attacked you as you can. You don’t have the energy to go any further, you need to stop and rest and regain your strength. You stumble into a sitting position, and turn to face the spot where you woke up.
The ground is cold, a very dry cold, with a texture like smooth stone. There are no seems or crevasses that you can feel. You decide that it must be some type of cement. But that hardly helps you figure out where you are.
Slowly, your strength returns to you as you get enough of the cold air to slow your breathing. You are shivering now, half from fright, half from the intense cold that surrounds you. You know, however, that you should not stay here. You get to your feet, turn around and start walking, one arm outstretched in front of you, the other cradled around you in an attempt to hold in some of your fleeting body heat.
That’s when it speaks to you. “Hello, Meat.” It says, but you do not hear it. Its voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere. You did not hear it with your ears, but you heard it in your mind. You think, no, you hope to god that you imagined it, but you know that you did not.
“Mama always said playing with your food was bad manners, that she did, that she did.” The voice said again, reverberating in your mind. “Mama didn’t know what fun was, no she didn’t. Not at all. She was so dull. And she didn’t even taste any good anyway, no she didn’t. You though….” The voice paused, then let out a slow, low laugh.
“You’ll be lot’s of fun.”
Edit: Also, honestly, all of your topics were stupid so I just wrote something kinda creepy