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Moonlight Madness

Moonlight Madness

Moonlight Madness is a horror story about a boy who goes to visit the house where his girlfriend’s parents live. It is based on an old scary story called “Moonlight Sonata” by Alexander Woollcott.

Moonlight Madness

A few years ago, when I was still in university and I started dating a girl named Jessica. She was beautiful, intelligent and funny. She seemed to be the perfect and I couldn’t find a thing wrong with her.

During the Summer, my girlfriend invited me to visit her at her parents’ house. Her mother was a nurse and worked the night shift. She told me her father had been sick for years and was unable to work. He had become a recluse and spent most of his time locked up in the attic room. Jessica hardly ever saw him.

When I arrived at her house, I met Jessica and her mother. We ate dinner together, but her father didn’t join us. They took a plate of food upstairs and left it outside the attic door.

That night, I slept in Jessica’s bedroom and she slept downstairs in the living room. I lay in bed, reading a book for a while, then turned off the light and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I was awoken by a strange noise. I heard something moving in the room. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but I could just make out a hunched figure, sitting in the chair by the door. Its hand was moving up and down, back and forth, and I could hear a voice muttering, “241… 242… 243… 244… 245…”

I was so shocked and frightened that I couldn’t think clearly. I immediately opened the window and climbed out onto the garage roof. Then, I dropped down to the ground and started frantically knocking on the living room window. Jessica pulled back the curtains and when she saw the look on my face, she opened the window and let me in.

I told her what I had seen upstairs. At first, she didn’t take me seriously, saying it must have been my imagination. I kept insisting that my eyes hadn’t been playing tricks on me.

“Maybe it was my father,” she said. “i didn’t want to tell you before, but he has mental problems. Sometimes he gets up in the middle of the night and wanders around.”

We decided to go upstairs and find out what was going on. When I opened the door and stepped out into the hall, I stumbled over something that was lying on the floor. When I looked down, I saw something I will never be able to forget, as long as I live.

It was the body of Jessica’s mother… Just her body… Her head was gone.

On the floor beside her, there was a bloody meat cleaver.

“Oh my God!” I cried out.

When Jessica saw it, she let out an anguished scream and burst into tears.

I didn’t stop to think. I just grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out the front door. Together, we ran to the house next door and called the police.

Minutes later, a patrol car pulled up outside and two police officers got out. With their guns drawn, they went into the house and climbed the stairs. When they cautiously opened the door to Jessica’s bedroom and switched on the light, their eyes were met by an unforgettable sight.

Jessica’s father was sitting in the chair by the door. Between his knees, he held his wife’s severed head and he was still happily counting, “536… 537… 538… 539… 540…” as he plucked out the hairs, one by one.

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  • Wow crazy man does he not realize he killed decapitated his wife and was pulling out the hairs off his said wife’s severed head?

  • Lol @Madison
    The weirder the better…
    Or is it just me?
    ——–It’s probably just me lol——–
    Anyway, this was a really nice story!

  • Omg that was height of madness! Counting hairs……..? I mean that was kinda impossible to count hairs….when i was small i used to count…but if someone asks me now i say i have 10.70 crore hairs if not sure then why don’t you count? LOL.
    Anyways i have heard some lunatics have a habit of hearing the sound of tearing paper therefore they tear papers! Kinda something like that counting hairs! But i am so shocked that her mother allowed her boyfriend to stay with her in her house.

  • Hi SFK! Just wanna say that this is my first ever time to comment on one of your stories! And it was just recently (today) that I found out you were using wordpress (I made a blog in wordpress two years ago) and I felt a bit ridiculous since I’ve been reading – and loving – your stories for at least 5 to 6 years now. I’ve always loved scary stories, and I absolutely enjoyed the riddles section :) I’m eighteen now and I have no plan on changing my routine. Keep it up! And thank you!!

  • SFK why did you leave anyways? Tell me why. I’ve been reading stories on this site for 5 years. I’m 11 now. Keep it up, you’re doing great

  • OMG he was counting his wife’s hair, it least now i know my hair is more than 400 cx,good story

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