Blind Mans Bluff

Blind Man’s Bluff is a very disturbing and creepy story written by a user named HellitsElle.

Blind Man's Bluff

Not long ago, there was a family of five who lived in a small house in a rural town, not far from where I live. It was winter and the family had been snowed in. The mother and father were determined to entertain their three small children, so they decided to play a game of Blind Man’s Bluff.

Now, if you have ever played Blind Man’s Bluff, you will know the rules of the game. One person has a blindfold tied around their eyes and they are spun around by the others in the group while they count to 50. When the person has been spun fifty times, the others run and hide and the seeker has to find them.

On this particular night, the father was blindfolded and, after they spun him around, the mother and her three small children ran off to hide. Their house was quite large and they all went to hide in different rooms. All the lights in the house were out because of a power cut so in most of the rooms it was pitch black.

The youngest boy ran to his bedroom and scrambled under his bed. The mother and the young girl decided to hide in the bathroom. The girl climbed into a cupboard and her mother lay down in the bathtub. The oldest boy hid in the attic. They all huddled in their hiding places, waiting for the father to come and find them.

The youngest boy watched as his bedroom door creaked open. In the moonlight that streamed in through the window, he could barely make out a tall figure standing in the doorway. The boy placed his hand over his mouth so that his father wouldn’t hear him breathing.

The tall, dark figure moved into the room, closing the door behind him. Darkness enveloped the room and the boy listened as footsteps slowly approached his bed. He tried to silently squirm further under the bed, to make it harder for his father to find him.

The footsteps came to a stop at the edge of the bed and the boy heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the darkness.

In a low whisper, the voice said, “Come out, come out wherever you are. I won’t hurt you.”

The boy was paralyzed by fear. For a moment, he lay absolutely still, afraid to breathe. Suddenly, he felt a hot breath on his face and almost screamed. A hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed him by the hair. He felt himself being pulled out from under the bed and he struggled to resist, but it was useless.

A hand pressed hard over his mouth as he tried to scream. He couldn’t make a sound. The last thing he felt was a sharp pain in his stomach.

The mother and the daughter were still hiding in the bathroom. Now and then, they would whisper to each other and giggle quietly, waiting to be found. They supposed that the father would check all of the bedrooms first before checking the bathroom.

Just then, they heard footsteps coming down the corridor and both mother and daughter fell silent. The door swung slowly open and a tall, dark figure walked in. The mother could just make out a pair of eyes before the door was closed. A pair of strong hands grabbed the woman and dragged her out of the bathtub. Before she had a chance to say a word, a sharp blade slid across her throat.

When she heard the horrible gurgling sound, The young girl screamed. Suddenly, she felt strong hands pulling her out of the cupboard. Her scream died in her throat when the knife plunged into her chest.

Three hours passed by and it finally stopped snowing outside. The back door of the family’s house lay wide open, allowing a cold breeze to sweep in. The oldest boy still sat in the attic, waiting anxiously. He supposed that his father had probably found the rest of his family by now. He wondered what was taking him so long to check the attic.

Growing impatient, he opened the trapdoor in the attic floor and climbed down the ladder to the hallway. He went to check through the rooms of the house. He found the lights were working now so he switched them on as he went.

He came to his little brother’s room first. As he switched on the light, he fell to his knees and began to sob. His brother lay in a pool of blood on the floor beside the bed. His guts had spilled out of his body and his eyes stared blankly.

The oldest boy crawled out of the room and was violently sick in the corridor. Shaking with fear, he called out for his mother and father, but got no response. He could see the door of the bathroom standing open. He walked towards it as though he were in a daze, his hands running along the walls.

Peeking through the gap in the door, he could barely contain his screams. Both his mother and his sister lay dead on the bathroom floor. Their bodies were covered in blood. He turned around quickly and shut the door, tears rolling down his cheeks as he gagged again.

He moved down the stairs to the living room where they had started their game. There, he found a baseball bat and picked it up for protection. He pushed the living room door open, flipped the light switch and cried out in horror.

His father was hanging from the ceiling. His tie had been wrapped tightly around his throat, strangling him and acting as a noose. On the living room wall behind him, there was a message written in blood.

It read: “I know you like playing games and this will not be my last.”

The boy was sixteen at the time. After the police turned up and took his statement, he became the prime suspect. They had no others. The boy was the only survivor and there had been no reports of other attacks like this in the area. None of the neighbors had seen or heard anything suspicious.

It wasn’t until many years later that the boy’s name was cleared. He was locked up in an insane asylum at the time. In a town just eighteen miles from his home, an entire family had been murdered during a power cut. On the wall in their living room was a message written in blood.

It read: “I know you like playing games and this will not be my last.”

Police never found the killer, and to this day no one knows why he kills the families like this, or why he writes his peculiar messages.

HellitsElle (ellemurr@live.co.uk)

Comments

  1. TypicalBeans says

    I thought the oldest boy would die and the girl was an idiot… she shouldn’t have screamed. and how did she know the mother was killed anyways?

  2. HorrorFanGirl says

    dang I had some graphic thoughts from that story In my head, but I guess that shows how good your english Is/how good you are at writing stories, I’ll e-mail you and hopefully we can do a story colab? 10/10 seekers

  3. Icyblu4211 says

    Cool and original. But nowadays, serial killer stories are starting to become cliche and unoriginal. When you break it down, serial killers are just people like you and me, with jobs, and maybe even a family. That’s why stories like Slenderman are becoming more popular. There are explanations, one of them being scientific, and the being is neither ghost, surreal, ethereal, nor is it human. But good story. A great way to end the age of serial killer stories.

  4. Katrina Rose Vendale says

    @MissMusic that was an awesome story!! Do you mind if I tell this story at my party? It’ll scare the hell outta them because they think I’m scary sometimes… xD

  5. MissMusic says

    One day, a girl named Johanna threw a sleepover for all her best friends Liz, Rachel, and Emmy. She welcomed them all with a smile and they soon began to have fun. They gossiped, talked about boys, and played Wii Sports on Johanna’s Wii. They decided to pop in a horror movie, so they all crammed on the small couch together. After the movie was over, everyone had fallen asleep except Emmy and Johanna.
    “Jo, I’m kind of scared.” Emmy admitted. She was trembling a bit, under warm blanket. She was hugging her knees to her chest, and her big brown eyes were full of fear.
    “I am too. Let’s go get a drink,” Johanna said and got up from her seat. She seemed strangely calm for someone who was scared. Emmy followed her to the kitchen, where Johanna brought out two wine glasses. She poured some wine into them and handed one of them to Emmy.
    Emmy took a sip and made a sour face. “Eww, what’s in that stuff?” She asked, putting her glass down. Johanna just laughed.
    “Ugh, I’m so tired. I’m going to bed. Have a good night,” Johanna said and strode off. Emmy emptied her glass and walked back to the living room where they were all sleeping. She climbed in her sleeping bag, which was warm with a liquid.
    Emmy turned on the lights and screamed in horror. Everyone was dead, their throats slashed.
    Emmy woke up, panting. Sweat trickled down her forehead. She was glad it was a dream. Johanna stood in front of her. “Oh my gosh, I had—” She stopped when she saw a glint of a blade. A sinister smile played on Johanna’s lips.
    “Goodnight, Emmy.” Johanna whispered and struck the blade deep into Emmy’s chest.
    (This story has no title. Hope SFK can post it!)

  6. CrypticDolly13 says

    awwww it was plagerized???? well who ever the real author is that was a fantastic story!

  7. Aurelia says

    By the way, this is not just a criticism against this poster, but all of the people on this site who have plagiarised an Author’s story. You know who you are! And you see how quickly a stolen story is spotted and the poster caught, so I don’t know why you all keep doing it. O_o. Please, please just sit down and come up with your own ideas. Or at least give credit to the real Author, with a little note that you admired their story so much that you just had to share it with everyone.

  8. Aurelia says

    Spun around 50 times? I don’t know about anyone else, but I would be throwing up and too dizzy to even move after being spun that much! And stealing some else’s story is NEVER okay. It doesn’t matter if you rewrote it, because you didn’t come up with the original plot and are just taking credit for an another’s hard work. Either you’re too lazy to come up with your own plot, have no talent, or just wanted all the reviews and praise that the original Author should have received. I’m sorry, but there is no excuse. Being an Author myself and having had my stories stolen on the internet dozens of time over the last 16 years, I can tell you that it can really upset the original creator to have their hard work and imagination stolen by another person and take the feedback that ought to have gone to them. We have a very supportive site here on Scary For Kids and everyone would be more than happy to help you with some ideas and writing your own story. Just ask for some help. :)

  9. xXPhantomFangWolfXx says

    Oh, it’s just a peaceful, normal family game DURING A BLACKOUT NO NEVERMIND EVERY SINGLE MEMBER OF SAID SWEET FAMILY HAS BEEN MURDERED BRUTALLY TOO BAD SO SAD

  10. Xx Death Bolt xX says

    Good story, really enjoyed it.
    For those of you who say she copied, it doesn’t really matter, atleast she took the time to rewrite it on this site because she felt that it was good enough to be on this site… Welldone :)

  11. platypus18zinc says

    Okay here’s a poem I wrote called He. Or it could be called She. Idk, well here it goes.

    She stopped to look in the shed,
    What she saw was clearly dead.
    She retrieved a stick
    And began to pick
    At the thing smothered in red.

    She heard a slight noise behind,
    It sounded like objects were to grind.
    She turned around,
    Without making a sound,
    It hurt but she didn’t mind.

    She had chosen to look behind her,
    There need not be a reminder
    That you should always look up,
    And now she was stuck,
    She knew that for sure.

    It felt like something was biting
    Nothing would help, not even fighting.
    There was a creature on her back
    Why would he attack?
    Perhaps to him it was delighting.

    She minded the pain now,
    she was about to have a cow.
    She thouht for sure
    That there was no cure,
    This wound was too pure.

    How could he know
    That it was her in the snow,
    That would appear
    To want to be here
    Now he wouldn’t let her go.

    He was half her size,
    It was a surprise
    That she did not fight back
    When he did attack.
    Or should they compromise?

    She is in extreme pain
    She might even go insane
    She tried to yell for help,
    But nobody heard her yelp.
    She just closed her eyes in shame.

    Her mind suddenly went blank
    And all of her thoughts sank.
    Because the creature would not loosen his grip,
    This was such a horrible trip,
    It was like falling into a dunk tank.

    She didn’t even get to see his face
    Because he did not leave a trace
    Of who he may be.
    He did not let her see,
    Much to her disgrace.

    He tore her in two,
    You couldn’t even tell who.
    He even bet
    People would forget,
    He almost did too.

    He jumped off her head
    to make sure she was dead.
    She was not breathing
    Her heart was not beating
    And now she was the thing in red.

    He climbed back up on top,
    He looked down at what he chopped.
    This was his new bait,
    Now he’d have to wait.
    The next victim better stop.

    (Tell me if you like it!!! P.S.HE is not a human man and SHE is a little girl)

  12. Cannibalisim is yum says

    SFK tell people to stop doing the first thing its annoying and its like youtube

  13. Really? Scary? Call me Rose! says

    It’s 5:30am 0.0 i never realised tht just killed ur family XD thts ur fake family sitting there…….

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