The Album Cover is a story written by a user named bikkiecake. If you like the story, you can e-mail them at firstname.lastname@example.org and let them know.
Sarah was walking home as fast as she could. She had a biology test tomorrow and she didn’t want to fail. As she walked faster and faster her long blonde hair flipped in the wind. She was coming up to her street when she saw a beautiful old record player. She went over to it and started to check it out. It was a shiny red colour with light brown timber edges. There was a record with it. On the cover of the record was a picture of a pretty little girl. Next to the girl was ‘DO NOT PLAY!’ scratched into the black background. The record player was light enough for her to carry so she decided to take it home with her.
Her parents were out for the next couple of days, so as soon as Sarah got home she went straight to her room and started to figure out how to work the record player.
About an hour after getting home Sarah found out how to turn the record player on. As soon as she turned it on beautiful old style music started playing. Sarah completely forgot about her biology test and started dancing along.
In the middle of dancing the record player stopped. There was a high pitched screaming sound and then a pause. The pause went on for five seconds then there was another screaming sound and the music started again. Being a bit scared, Sarah turned the record player off and went to do her work.
At 10:00 that night the record player turned on. Sarah awoke from her lovely dream and listened. The music was so beautiful. It made her head sway to the rhythm. The music stopped. There was a screaming sound then a pause. Sarah’s head stopped swaying. She was as stiff as a rock. ‘Peek-a-boo. I see you. I am in your town.’ Instead of the lovely music there was a little girl singing. Her voice was so delicate but here words were terrifying. There was another scream, and the record player turned off.
The next night the same thing happened. There was the scream, the pause but the singing was different. The little girl sang, ‘Peek-a-boo. I see you. I am in your street.’ There was another scream then nothing. Sarah was terrified of what just happened. She hid under the covers and refused to make any noise.
The very next night the record player turned on. A scream, a pause and a little girl singing delicate but terrifying words. ‘Peek-a-boo. I see you. I am in your house.’ She nearly had a heart attack. Sarah froze on the spot and didn’t move at all.
Just when Sarah started to fall asleep, she heard footsteps coming up to her room. A minute later the footsteps reached her door. There was a long pause then a creaking sound. She moved her head slowly out from the covers and saw the door opening. Her face was bathed in light. There was a small black figure in the hall way. Sarah didn’t know what was happening. Her head was spinning so fast. There were a couple of footsteps and then the face of a little girl appeared. She started to sing. ‘Peek-a-boo. I see you.’ As she sung she raised her hands above her head. The glint of a knife shone in the darkness. ‘Peek-a-boo. You see me. Goodbye Sarah.’
When her parents got home they went to check in on Sarah. When they walked in they were horrified. There was Sarah laying on the bed, dead, holding the cover of the record. Sarah’s throat had been slit and there was blood all over her dressing gown. The record player was playing ‘Peek-a-boo.’ Over and over and over again. When the terrified parents looked at the cover of the record, The picture of the little girl moved.
The little girl screamed, “SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE PLAYED IT!”
They dropped the cover of the record in shock.
Sarah’s parents backed out of the room slowly, not being able to look away from their daughter’s body. As they moved further away they could hear a little girl singing. “Peek-a-boo. I see you.” Slowly faded as the last of Sarah’s spirit vanished into the record cover.
A week later a young couple were walking down the street when they came across a beautiful red record player sitting on the curve. The young woman insisted they take it. The couple took the record player to their small apartment. Little did they know, as they were walking the little girl on the record was giggling as Sarah was screaming for them to stop.
(It might be a bit long but it is my first attempt at writing my own original story. Sorry! I am sorry if this story gives you nightmares or anything.)