Fearless and Frightened is a scary story about two girls. One of them is brave and the other is afraid. It is based on a story written by “Sapphire Lioness” in 2005. I think it was probably influenced, in part, by another urban legend, called The Furry Collar.
There were two girls named Sandra and Marie. They were best friends, but they were very different. Sandra was totally fearless, while Marie was always frightened. She was the kind of girl who almost jumped out of her skin if someone just tapped her on the shoulder.
One weekend, Sandra invited Marie over to her house for a sleepover. Sandra had a huge collection of horror movies but Marie was too scared to watch any of them. Instead, they decided to tell each other ghost stories.
Sandra was an expert on urban legends and knew hundreds of frightening stories. She really wanted to give Marie a scare, so she began telling her gory tales of babysitters being hacked to death, children being eaten alive and all sorts of terrible happenings.
After a while, Sandra needed to go to the bathroom, so she excused herself and Marie was left on her own in the bedroom. The minutes passed by and all Marie could think of were the disturbing stories she had just heard. Sandra seemed to be taking a long time and Marie got worried. She listened, waiting to hear the toilet flush, but everything was silent.
She waited and waited, but Sandra still hadn’t come back. Eventually, she realized that Sandra must be playing a joke on her. She noticed Sandra’s mobile phone lying on the bed beside her. All of a sudden, it started ringing and Marie almost jumped off the bed.
The phone kept ringing, so Marie decided to answer it.
“Hello?” she said nervously.
All she could hear on the other end of the line was heavy breathing and then a click.
Marie began to panic. She climbed into Sandra’s bed and pulled the covers over her head. As she lay there, trembling with fear, she heard the shuffling of feet outside in the hallway. She assumed it was Sandra coming back, but the sound of shuffling passed by the door and did not pause. Marie was too frightened to call out Sandra’s name so she waited. Eventually she heard the feet again, but this time they seemed very far away.
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the house.
Marie was shaking like a leaf. She didn’t know what to think. She wasn’t sure if Sandra was just messing with her head or if there really was someone else in the house.
Finally, she mustered up enough courage to get out of bed. She knew she had to go looking for her friend. She quietly opened the bedroom door and peeked out into the hallway. It was pitch black and all the lights in the house were off. The only light was coming from the bedroom.
Marie began to inch down the hallway, feeling her way along the wall. She was praying that it was just some giant hoax Sandra was playing on her.
Finally, she turned a corner and, in the dim light, she could make out a figure sitting at the end of the hall. It was Sandra. Marie let out a sigh of relief. The fear was gone. She knew it was just Sandra messing with her head.
She found the nearest light switch and flicked it on. To her horror, she saw Sandra sitting slumped against the wall. Her face was covered in blood, her eyes had been gouged out and her stomach was ripped open. Marie let out a terrified scream as she read the words painted in Sandra’s own blood over her mutilated corpse. “She became her own Urban Legend”.