Little Pig is a scary story written by MegIz.
Jenny was actually a good student. She got good grades, was on the field hockey team and tutored every weekend at the library. She was sixteen.
Her best friends, Molly, Rachel and Rebecca were coming over to her house after school on Friday for a sleepover. They wanted to actually have a good time, so Jenny planned the sleepover on the weekend when her parents were both out.
The school day went by normally. Jenny’s house was a 30 minute walk away from school, so they all decided to meet up in the field and walk together. It was in the country, with long fields, a lake and not too many other farms in the neighborhood. Jenny lived on an old farmhouse, though they didn’t have any pets. The barn was far back in the field, and was sort of breaking down. Jenny still loved swinging on the rope into the hay. So did her friends. It was immature, yeah, but so what?
You should know a bit about her friends. Molly was very beautiful, and she was a cheerleader. She had wavy dark brown hair and sparkling green eyes with thick lashes. She was fun loving and sweet. Rachel was quieter, but super nice. She didn’t have many friends, but those that she had were very close with her. She had straight blond hair and pale blue eyes. She was tall and thin. Rebecca, or Becca, was a very good writer and poet, and very outgoing. She has light brown hair and hazel eyes.
Anyway, so the four were walking home, cutting through fields and bridges. The sky was darkening quickly, and the horizon was hazy with rain in the distance. Luckily, before the rain was really starting to come down, they got inside.
The house was really, really big. It had eight bedrooms, three bathrooms, and four floors, including the basement, which was furnished. It was in the middle of nowhere, the closest neighbor was the school, half an hour away. The friends got snacks, hung out and goofed around. It was awesome and fun.
They were in Jenny’s bedroom, which was in the attic (but was super cool) when the phone rang. Jenny picked it up from her bedside table.
Jenny hung up. They didn’t take notice of this call. The phone rang again and Jenny picked up.
“Stop calling, you creep.”
She was about to hang up when somebody spoke.
“I’m in the barn.”
“Who is this?”
“I’m in the barn.”
Jenny slammed the phone down. She was creeped out. She told her friends and they giggled nervously. They started to wonder if maybe they should go out, when the phone rang. Out of reflex, Jenny picked up. She realized her mistake and froze, silent. A voice came through.
“One little Piggy in the barn.” Then it hung up. Jenny gulped and slowly put the phone down. “We’re getting out of here,” she said quietly. She was extremely scared, even if Pranksters did this all the time.
“Yeah,” Becca agreed. The others nodded. “And don’t pick up the phone.”
Jenny switched the phone so it would go automatically to message, and she wouldn’t pick up accidentally. They started to go downstairs, but Rachel stopped. “What if he’s…. Down there…” she whispered. They silently climbed back up.
“We’ll get out through the window, get onto the roof, and climb out onto the balcony.”
This seemed smart, since the window and the balcony were on the opposite side of the house, so they couldn’t be seen from the barn. They climbed out. The rain had stopped, but it was dark.
Jenny went first, then Becca, Molly and Rachel. Suddenly, Molly slipped. Nobody had time to grab her, and she fell four floors down, into the hedges.
They all scampered to the side of the barn and saw Molly. She wobbled to her feet, and slumped against the wall. She was breathing, but her face was bloodied. Jenny nodded to the balcony, where they could climb down. They all did it. Jenny raced over to where Molly had fallen, but she wasn’t there. There was blood, but no Molly. Jenny heard the message machine through an opened window.
“One little piggy slipped down the roof. Two little piggies watching you. One is dead.” There was laughter, and it hung up. Jenny and the others automatically started running They cut through a field, sprinting the whole way. Jenny heard a thump but ignored it. She was terrified. She stopped at the end of the field, and looked back. Rachel was there, panting. They couldn’t see Becca. They called, but nobody
“We’re calling the cops,” Jenny said breathlessly. She pulled out her cell and it rang, just as she opened it. A voice said, “One little piggy tripped and fell. Nobody helped her, and so I helped myself. Three little piggies, oink oink oink.”
Jenny gasped and nearly fainted. Rachel caught her and dragged her towards the lake. “We’ll hide,” she whispered. There was nowhere big enough to hide two teens. Rachel climbed into a small carvern between the rocks and Jenny climbed a tree.
A few minutes passed. Jenny’s cellphone buzzed. She didn’t pick up. She felt tears in her eyes, but she didn’t pick up. The buzzing stopped. The message came on. “One little piggy hid in stone. She was waiting all alone. I stopped her loneliness and fear. And you know what? It is you I can hear…” A long silence. “And the last little piggy can’t run all the way home.”
(MegIz says: Here’s another story. Please comment if you like)