The Lost Tape

There is a mansion in Newcastle that really is haunted, nobody has stepped inside for over 50 years. A story has been passed around that the last time somebody was inside they didn't leave, they died in the mansion. The police looked into the case but not one of the men or women in the force volunteered to go in and the case was dropped. Years went by and then new technology was introduced to the world. The police force got hold of a remote control robot which had a camera fitted on it and had the ability to pick up items. They came back to the case at this point and the robot volunteered to enter the mansion. The officer who was in control drove it around for a while and then it come across a video camera, it made the robot pick it up and returned it back to us

The contents of the video were too disturbing that it never was released to the public, every officer who watched the video vomited multiple times after atching, a few of them went mental and had to have medical treatment. Still now the video cannot be released but the contents of the video can be written down in words, I warn you, if you are squeamish and don't like blood, please stop reading.

Their are two people in the video, Trevor and Samuel. It starts off outside of the mansion, both of the boys look happy and are smiling and waving at the camera.

S: Hello, this is Samuel!
T: And this Trevor!
S-T: And together we are the paranormal partners!
*both start laughing and giggling, camera points at mansion*
T: We're in Newcastle and this mansion is supposed to be haunted
S: Oooooh, we're really scared, there's no ghost, and we are going to prove it too you all!
*They walk open the gate and Trevor opens the door*
S: We're in, look at the state of this house!"
*camera shows inside house, lots of rubble and ash everywhere*
T: Let's go through here"
*Trevor leads them through a doorway*
S: It's the kitchen, wonder if there's any food in?
T: Maybe, but it definitely wouldn't taste any good
S: Right, next room it is, let's.."
*interruption from loud banging upstairs*
T: *laughs* let's go and check it out, probably rats eh?
S: Definitely rats, this place is probably full of the little buggers!
*get to staircase and start going up, banging still happening*
T: That can't be rats though Samuel?
S: Come on Trev, not scared now are we, of course they're rats, ghosts aren't real!
*they open door and enter room where banging is coming from*
S: *gasps* Oh damn, I jumped a mile, look at al these mannequins in here Trevor!
T: *enters room and jumps a bit* Damn, I've got to agree that did scare me.
*everything goes quiet for a minute or so*
S: Trevor, where did you go? *sam's face goes white*
*silence*
S: Trevor, this isn't time for games, come out now, the fun is over.
*more silence*
*camera pans around the room looking at mannequins*
S: TREV, THIS ISN'T F...
*interrupted by girl-like scream outside room*
S: *runs out and see's Trevor on the floor crying* Get up you girl
T: It's got me Sam, it's.. *face turns angry* GET OUT!
S: Trevor, stop it, your scaring me *starts shaking*
T: *grips hold of Samuel, throws camera down the stairs*
*blood curdling scream and a horrible ripping noise is heard*
T: Should have listened to me boy!
*body of Samuel is thrown next to camera, torn in half*
T: *walks upto camera and picks up* Now, this boy must die
*Trevor walks off towards the kitchen and returns with a knife
*the camera drops and screaming is heard for about a minute*
*Trevor's head drops onto the floor next to Samuel's body*

*END OF TAPE*

The mansion still stands there in Newcastle, still not a person has entered. The police have managed to drag the broken skeletons of the two boys using the robot. The boys were later identified as Samuel Smith and Trevor Nicholson, they were reported missing that 25 years ago but the police didn't look into the case properly.
Later this year the mansion will be demolished, and hopefully the evil spirit inside will be demolished with it.

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This story was written by Joe (Admin)

"Nowhere is safe, nowhere, don't forget that children"

The Case of Young Harry Gray

Exactly 25 years ago today a young boy named Harry Gray from Oxford was found dead at a local park. For years detectives have worked on this case just to come out with a big fat nothing. Now they have the story, they know exactly what happened to the poor boy on that frosty winter's night but the suspect may never be caught.

13:00, Oxford, Kings Road

Young Harry Gray left his house, 31 Kings Road, and took off in the direction of the library, a big smile on his face and holding a handful of books in his arms. He passed the corner and safely crossed the road like a normal everyday boy would. What he didn't notice was the figure stood just over the road, glaring at him, the figure wore full black and his face wasn't visible under the blackness of the hood. The figure stood there until Harry was out of view and then started to move in the same direction.

13:40, Oxford, Regal Street, Library

Harry Gray still held the books and still had the smile on his face as he entered the library. He approached the desk, handed over his books and then took off to find a book. He found a few of his favourites, Harry the Dragon, The Clown and The Happy Family. He read for a while and time started to progress, he only had to be home at 9:00 that night, his parents trusted him and knew he'd be safe. Harry starts to move about violently in his chair and then he finally stands up and heads for the toilet. Then it returned, the figure rose out of his hiding spot, it had been sat behind the bookcase behind Harry, watching and waiting. It quickly ran towards the books, faster than any other human being, whipped a knife out of his trousers and cut a big hole in the table. It would usually take about an hour but the figure managed to have it done in seconds. The figure produced a phone from his other trouser pocket and placed it into the hole. It then placed the book over the hole and left the library.

15:00, Oxford, Regal Street, Library

Harry finally leaves the toilet, holding his stomach and taking his seat and getting back to enjoying his book. It took him a while to notice the hole hidden underneath his book but after his arms were hurting in the position he was in and when moving the book collapsed and slipped a bit in the hole. Harry picked up the book and viewed the hole. A smile came on his face, for Harry it was like he had found a gold mine. He stuck his hand in and hit an item, he lifted it up and then he had it, the mobile phone. He clicked the home button and smiled "Finders Keepers" he joked clicking random buttons.

RING RING

Harry jumped, he didn't expect anyone to ring the phone, he viewed the screen, the caller was called Victor, what an old fashioned name. His heart was beating and then he finally got the courage to answer.

"Hello, who is this?" he asked

"Victor Virente, you've got my phone?" the caller answered in a scary, booming voice which caused Harry to gulp.

"I found it in the library, sorry sir" Harry said politely

"Good, meet me at Oxford Warrior Park in an hour and bring the phone" Victor said putting the phone down before Harry had a chance to speak again.

17:00, Oxford, Warrior Road

Harry Gray is seen walking slowly down the road, a phone tightly gripped in his hands and his face pale white. He stood outside the gates to Warrior Park for a couple minutes, staring in and looking around, little did he know that the person he was waiting for was behind him. Harry turned around like he was heading off home and jumps as he notices the hooded, scary looking figure. The figure looks deep into the eyes of Harry Gray and they both head off into the park, into the darkness like good friends.

18:00, Oxford, Oxford Warrior Park

Harry wakes him rubbing his head, he looks around thinking where he is and more importantly how he got there. He was in what looked like a graveyard, he stood up and started to follow the path too try too find a way out. Then Harry saw him and it all came back to him, he unclenched his knuckles that were strangely still attatched to the phone and started to walk towards Victor, he held out his arm, his pale white hand opened and he took the phone. Harry nodded and started to walk away but Victor grabbed him by his jacket. He pulled him close and then he loosened his hood, he slowly pulled his arm up and then the hood dropped, Horror. Harry went still, he went ghost white. Victor had bright white hair, he looked so old but his skin looked so smooth and wrinkle-free, his face, like his hands was pale white. But this wasn't what scared Harry. Victor's eyes were lifeless, like Victor was dead and had been dead for a long, long time. Harry pulled as hard as he could and it worked, he ran for his life following the path and then he tripped and then the fangs sunk in.

Victor is believed to be living still this day and he is believed to wear the same clothing he wears in this story. But, he has left Oxford, he is believed to be in another city. Waiting for another target.

Written by Joe (Admin)

"Never leave the house alone my children"

Curse of the Victorian Bonnet

 I've always been a big fan of Ancient Artifacts, ever since I left school and got a life of my own I was everywhere. You should see my house, there's Roman Helmets over here and Egyptian Runes over there. This story is set in Liverpool, and yes it is real, it is very real my friends.

It was the day of the big boot sale. Yeah, the city had a boot sale nearly enough every day but this time it was different. Today you got the best, and for a cheap price too, last year I managed to grab a fine piece of Egyptian Jewellry, and for only £200. Usually you had to buy thousands for a rare item like that. I could have sold it, but I couldn't, it was the best artifact I had collected, that is until today.

I was speeding down the motorway, excited for what I was going to find, I took a turn and pushed my feet hard down on the brakes, it was packed. I parked up quickly, jumped out and took off to check out the stalls.

Stall 1, nothing, a pile of junk, I picked up a small box and opened it up, it was full of ancient coins, I looked up and the seller was watching me like a hawk. I put the box down and carried on.


Stall 2, another pile of coins, that's when I saw it, at the top of the stall was a real Victorian Bonnet, I picked it up, made sure it was actually real, there's been plenty of times where I've been ripped off.

The seller knew my decision as soon as I cast my eyes on him "£50 and it yours" he said quickly smiling.

A great deal, this maybe the best he'd ever got "are you sure?" I asked looking shocked.

The man put his hand closer "Yes, yes. £50 and it is yours, I don't want it anymore, I can't take it" he cried.

I paid quickly before the seller got more upset, I don't get why he got upset, it was a Victorion Bonnet, who wouldn't want such treasure, it's not like it is cursed or anything

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I was home, another great year. I managed to get the bonnet for a great price and also got my hands on a old music box for a fair price of £100. I laid down them both on the table and started to make some food before going to sleep, I was halfway through cooking when I got the shock of my life, a horrible scream burst through my house, at first I thought it was the children around the neighbourhood but it was too late for them to be roaming around the streets. Anyway, the scream sounded strange, like it was old, really old.

I stepped out of the kitchen and froze in shock, I dropped the knife I was holding that missed my foot by a few centimetres. My eyes froze on the Victorian Bonnet but it wasn't only the bonnet that was there, there was something else, someone was wearing it. Not a person, itself, just a head. It was on my table, a real head and it was strangely moving.

I moved forward getting closer and closer viewing the head thinking it was some sort of silly prank, I was so close now, I put my hand out to touch the head. Bad idea, my hand was a few centimetres to connecting when the eyes opened, those dark red eyes staring at me, and then it had me, next thing I know I'm falling, falling to my death below, then it was over.

Luckily God gives you one wish upon entering Heaven, my wish was to let people know about this bonnet, he allowed me to let the world know my story, but it's still out there, in the streets of Liverpool, so if you catch sight of a strange looking bonnet, don't get to close and definitely do not touch it.

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Written by Joe (Admin of UK-Horror)
"You better watch yourselves my children"