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The Screwdriver Story

The Screwdriver story is a creepy little tale about a young girl who develops a fear of the bathroom in her old, dilapidated house.

Screwdriver

When I was a little girl, my father’s job meant that our family had to move around a lot. I don’t remember most of the small towns we lived in, since we were only there for a few weeks, but one small town was burned into my memory forever. My parents rented an old, dilapidated house there for a few months.

The house was in a bad state of repair and only one bathroom had running water. Unfortunately, the bathroom was on the top floor of the house, right next to the attic. I always hated that bathroom. it gave me the creeps. There was a little door in the wall of the bathroom that gave access to the attic. The room was always freezing cold, even though it was the middle of summer.

One night, I was taking a bath before bedtime. I happened to glance up at the little door in the wall of the bathroom. The door had always been locked and there was no key, so we had never gone into the attic. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to investigate. I stepped out of the bath and looked through the keyhole.

I couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black inside the attic. I put my ear to the door and listened. There was a faint scratching sound.

When I put my eye up to the keyhole again, I saw something moving in the darkness. I jumped back in surprise and the next moment, the sharp end of a screwdriver poked through the keyhole, thrusting back and forth, stabbing at thin air as if in a frenzy. Then it disappeared back through the keyhole.

It almost poked my eye out.

I screamed in horror and ran out of the bathroom, stark naked and dripping wet. Went I got downstairs, I cried out for my parents.

“Mom! Dad! Come quick! There’s someone in the attic!”, I yelled.

My parents calmed me down and I told them what had happened. They didn’t believe me, but just to be sure, my dad agreed to check out the attic. He grabbed a hammer and a flashlight and bounded up the stairs, followed closely by myself and my mother.

The little door in the bathroom was locked and there was no key, so my father pried the hinges off the door using his hammer. When he shone the flashlight inside, the attic was completely empty.

My parents dismissed it as just my childish imagination and a few weeks later, we left the house and moved to a different town. Still, I never could forget the horrific incident that had happened in that old house, and it was a long time before I could ever feel safe while taking a bath.

Years later, I was in the area and decided to visit the old house where I had spent a brief part of my childhood. I reconnected with an old friend on Facebook. I had known him as a child and arranged to meet him again. We went for a walk around the town and shared our memories of the old place.

When we were passing by the old house, I told him that I had lived there with my parents for a few months.

“Yeah, the Screwdriver House”, he chuckled.

My blood ran cold. I had never told anyone else about what had happened to me in the bathroom, all those years ago.

“W-w-why do you call it that?”, I stammered.

“That’s what everyone calls it”, he replied casually. “You didn’t hear the stories?”

“No. Tell me”, I said in a weak voice. My stomach felt as if it was tied in knots.

“Shortly after it was built, a family moved in. A husband, his wife and their four beautiful daughters”, he said. “His wife died and I guess you could say he went a little screwy. Nobody knows why, but the man murdered all four of his daughters with a screwdriver and stacked their bloody corpses in the attic.”

46 Comments

  • I love it that SFK readers have wild and colorful imaginations. Like we tend to digest each word that each story turns up like a movie in our heads. I think that’s the reason why running naked in a story is such a big deal. 9/10 naked ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

  • Was a nice story.. i have heard of screwdriver killers…
    And @ isabella omg you were seventeen? I mean seriously were you mad? I am sorry but that was so silly… scared of spiders..lol

  • After reading this story, i remember one incident that happened to me. One day I was half-way through bathing when I saw a spider. A big one. I ran downstairs naked and I was so embarrassed as my aunt, her son and my mom were downstairs. I was 17 years old.

  • Once upon an evil time there lived Mary (bloody mary) She just had a baby boy named Heath… Heath had watched his mother being cruel to there neighbors, animals, andeven tourists. He laughed evertime she was mean. Well one day asshe put him to bed, she Walked to the bathroom to take a bath. Mary got undressed and turned the hot water on to let it fill. As she waited she took her braids out and got in the bath… She heard a shuffle across the floor in the hallway. Mary tgought it was Heath and calmed down. She lay back’and closed her eyes. Suddenly hands shoved her in the bathtub and drowned her. Heath watched the man secretly. The man pulled Mary out and set her on the floor where he then gouged out her eyes and stabbed her 12 times. Heath cried and he sneaked up to the man and grabbed the knife and slit the mans throat harshley. Blood spilled everywhere and Heath began to like the feeling of killing the man.Every year on the day his mother died, two people were killed from Heath… And his mind will not ever rest

  • Now tht was… Pretty scary but she ran naked and there was a male in the house eww Shiver me timbers LOL

  • So whats the point if she run down stairs naked . shes onLy a “LittLE girL” by the way good good story . .

  • Nah, I’d never get a bath again… Why the hell would you look in there anyway? What would you expect to see in pitch blackness? That kid was a idiot.

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