Scary For Kids


The Diner is a scary story about three boys who go on a road trip. They stop for a bite to eat at an old restaurant in a remote area and end up offending a creepy old woman.

The Diner

Last Summer, I went on a trip with my best friends, Pasha and Cyril. We rented a cabin in the woods and planned to stay there for a week, enjoying the countryside. I am a keen amateur photographer and I was looking forward to the chance to take some photos of whatever plants and wildlife we found out there in the wilderness.

We started out early in the morning on the day of our trip. After packing our supplies into the boot of the car, we set out on the road. It was going to be a long journey and while I was driving, Pasha and Cyril decided to take a nap in the back seat.

Three hours later, we were almost our destination. The road was terrible, filled with bumps and potholes. The car was shaking so much that it woke my friends up. They said they were hungry and, before long, we spotted a small diner by the side the road. We decided to stop and have a snack.

When we pulled up outside, we noticed that the diner much more dilapidated and run-down than we had realized. Some of the letters were missing from the sign and the windows were dirty and covered in insects. There was a guard dog on a chain sitting outside the front door. When we got closer, we realized it wasn’t a dog at all, but a wild wolf. I pulled out my camera and took a picture of it.

When we went inside, we saw that the diner was almost completely empty. The only other customer, besides us, was a creepy old woman. Her face was lined and wrinkled and she looked like a homeless person. Her clothes were ragged and dirty. Flies were buzzing around her head and every time she coughed, she hacked up a big wad of mucus and spit it out on the floor.

The diner was filthy. The tables were stained with grease and the walls were crawling with bugs. All three of us were hungry so we sat down and ordered some burgers, fries.

While we waited, I couldn’t take my eyes off the old woman. The most disturbing thing about her was that her right eye was missing. There was just an hollow, empty hole where her eye should have been. When she noticed we were looking at her, the woman became very irritated. She turned to face our table and began to laugh sarcastically.

The waitress brought over our food and we started eating. The old lady saw we were still staring at her and she growled at us. Then, she reached into her pocket, pulled out a glass eye and held it up to her mouth. Her lips spread into a malevolent grin as she stuck out her tongue and began to lick it. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen. She was cackling like a hyena.

Cyril grabbed my camera and said, “Hey old lady! Smile!”. Then he took a picture of her. The old woman suddenly stopped laughing and her face twisted into a scowl. She stood up and shuffled towards our table. We were surprised and a little frightened by this turn of events.

She held up her glass eye and hurled it at us. It bounced all over the table, click! Click! Click! as if it had a mind of its own. We watched in horror as the glass eye plopped into our drinks and rolled over our burgers and fries. She let out a string of obscene curses, calling us everything under the sun, then shuffled back to her table and sat down.

We were left sitting there in stunned silence, shocked by her behavior. We couldn’t eat the food after her eye had been all over it so, we just got up, threw some money on the table and left.

As we walked out the door, the wolf who had been sitting quietly suddenly leaped up and started growling at us and gnashing its teeth. It was tugging against the chain and hopping back and forth, looking like it wanted to tear us apart.

I looked up at the sky and saw that it was dark and there was a storm approaching. The wolf let out a long howl and I remembered what my grandmother had always told me when I was a child: “Wolves always howl at those who are about to die.”

We quickly got back into our car and drove on. Within a few minutes, we had driven into the storm. Thunder and lightning started and it began to rain heavily. I switched on the window wipers and tried to tune in a station on the radio. I wanted to put on some music to cheer us up and raise our spirits, but we were up in the mountains and the reception was poor.

All I could find was a station playing old blues music. The clouds above grew darker and darker. I had to switch on the headlights. We drove in silence, listening to old blues guitarists singing creepy songs with lyrics like “In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine, I would shiver the whole night through…” and “There’s a hellhound on my trail.”

Looking over my shoulder, I saw my friends had fallen asleep in the back seat. When I turned around again to look at the road, I had to suddenly slam on the brakes. The car skidded to a halt on the wet road and Pasha and Cyril were thrown forward, hitting their heads on the front seats.

“What are you doing?” they shouted angrily.

“Look!” I replied in a trembling voice.

We couldn’t believe our eyes. Standing in the road in front of us, was the old lady from the diner. How could that crazy old bat get there so quickly? There was no way on earth…

I got out of the car and cautiously approached the old woman. She just stared right through me.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “We apologize for what happened at the diner…”

Before I could finish, the old lady swung at me and slapped me across the face. The force of the blow was so strong that it knocked me off my feet. Pasha and Cyril jumped out of the car. Pasha lifted me up and dragged me back to the car while Cyril started shouting at the old woman. She just stood there and laughed in his face.

Cyril ran towards her and probably would have hit her, but the old woman suddenly opened her mouth. From somehwere down in the depths of her body, there came a low buzzing sound. Then, a swarm of bees flew out of her mouth.

They attacked Cyril, swarming all over his face, stinging his mouth his nose and his eyes. Cyril was screaming and trying to beat them off with his hands. We couldn’t believe our eyes. Pasha stood next to me, not daring to move.

Finally, Cyril collapsed on the ground and began writhing in pain. large boils appeared on his face and his head swelled up like a ripe melon. The old woman threw her head back and began cackling loudly.
Pasha and I jumped back into the car and locked all the doors from the inside. We were in a panic. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe. I searched for the keys and Pasha began rooting around in his backpack, looking for his cell phone so he could call the police.

When I looked up, the old lady was standing in front of the car, grinning at me. In her hand were the keys to the car and she laughed as she jingled them at me. Pasha and I stared at her, open-mouthed, as she walked around to the passenger window. With a balled fist, she banged against the glass and it shattered.

She grabbed Pasha by the neck and began choking him. Then, she opened her mouth and let out a gust of nasty, fetid breath. I watched in horror and, right in front of my eyes, his face began to melt like ice in hot weather. I screamed.

He put his hand to his face and when he pulled it away, the skin stuck to his hand and stretched like rubber.

“My face!” he cried.

At that moment I lost all hope that we would get out of this mess alive. Pasha’s face turned to liquid right in front of me. Blood and skin dripped off his skull like hot wax and his eyeballs dropped out of their sockets.

He reached out for me with hands that were dripping with bloodand mucus. In a hoarse, barely audible voice, he moaned, “Help me!”

I recoiled in horror and turned my head, unable to look at the disgusting sight.

Then, the old woman reached out and touched my arm. I froze, unable to move. A searing pain shot through my whole body and my entire arm went black and withered away until it looked like the arm of a dessicated corpse.

I kept screaming and screaming until I couldn’t scream anymore and everythign went black…

We woke up the next morning, lying in a clearing in the woods. We were completely naked and our skin was covered from head to toe in terrible scratches. Our bodies ached as if we had been beaten and tortured all night.

When we made our way back to the road, we found our car. The windows were all smashed and the exterior looked like it had been beaten with a hammer and scratched with a knife. The interior was charred and blackened as if it had been set on fire.

Without a word, we crawled into the vehicle and drove down the road. The cvar chugged along as if it was going to give out at any moment. We eventually came to the diner and we crawled inside, begging for someone to help us and call the police.

At a table in the corner, staring at us and laughing out loud, sat the old lady.

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  • Not too bad of a story. At least I didn’t see the ending coming. That’s always a plus for me. I did get the shivers two times while I was reading it. Overall, 7 out 10 for me.

    SFK keep the great work!

  • the bees remind me of possession and the old woman of drag me to hell… not at all a scary one…

  • I’m sorry but it really bothered me when you put “Where Did You Sleep” by Nirvana lyrics down, especially since the song is no where near being creepy.

    Scaryforkids says: It’s actually a song called “In the Pines” by Lead Belly (an old blues guitarist). Nirvana were doing a cover version. The original song is creepy and it’s a reference to the end of the story when they will wake up in the woods. And Hellhound on my Trail is by Robert Johnson. It’s a reference to the fact that the old woman following them.

  • At least they were all alive and really brave to go back to the place where all the mess started…anyways creepy story!! she held the glass eye in her mouth lol..!!!

  • I don’t know why but the old lady reminds me of the old lady in the movie Drag Me To Hell. The old lady in the movie tried to kill the girl while she was in her car but after a fight the girl stapled her forehead with a big stapler.

  • @Username_Invalid that’s kinda what I thought! But anyways that was a creepy story!

  • Omg ths was too much……she shouldn’t have punished them so much…… I wonder how basha’s face melted and then became normal….. If I were in there place I would never ever go back to the diner to call someone for help….I know the old lady must be there….I just loved this story….sfk please keep posting…..

  • Hey man at least they’re alive and you see why you shouldn’t stare? Haha.

  • The bees coming out of her mouth reminded me of Miss Peregrine’s home for Peculiar Children

  • I was like ” Woah, she got bees out of her mouth “. I thought the men would go home and get the pictures developed and then see that the old was not in the picture. There would be only the background. Anyways, nice story.

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