The Sleepover Story - Animated Scary Story

Jorge yawnedhe was obviously bored he'd agreed tocome round mine for a sleepover becauseI was new at school and he wanted to seewhat kind of house I lived in get asense of what I was like but I couldtell he was already regretting thedecision I thought you said you had aps4 George's eye is flicked around thebedroom as if he was hoping the consolewould magically appear from somewherewe'd been upstairs since dinnerit explored my room we chatted for a bitthen what some random shows on Netflixthings were going okay at first but asthe last light bled out of the day andthe sky outside darkened I could tellGeorge was losing interest that was whenI suggested we do something a bitdifferent nah I don't have one I said
sorry he's still up for having a go atthis game thoughwhat telling each other stories isn'tthat little kid stuff George glanced atthe watch on his wrist I followed hisgaze George's watch was the first thingI noticed about him he sits in front ofme in English and I spotted the watchafter a ray of sunlight glinted off itsface and caught my eye it's a reallynice watch most of the kids my EFdigital watches those blocky ones thatlight up when you press a button on theside but George's watch was differentmore adult it was one of the reasons I'dpicked George to invite overhey can I try your watch on Georgelooked up at me and frowned what yourwatch can I try it on it's really niceGeorge stared at me for a second longersorry I don't let anyone try my watch onmy dad says I'm not allowed he glancedaround the room once more he's I goingfrom the door to the dark windowhe sighed okay let's play this dumb gamethen what do I have to do ignoring theboard look on his face I smiled it'sreally easy we just take turns tellingeach other a scary story like a scarieststory you can possibly think of thenwhoever's is the scariest wins the gameGeorge rolled his eyes I don't know anyscary stories besides I think I mightget some sleep soon I'm pretty tiredcome on just one each you must know atleast one scary storyeveryone does plus I know loads of goodonesnow watch George's face for a reactionunless you're one of those kids thatfrightens easily that is then I guessyou might not like the game it was arisk but George bid I'm not scared ofanythingI've watched horror films with my bigbrother that are rated 18 we even foundone on YouTube that's been bad and Istill watched itI didn't say anything I just looked backat George and smiled after a few secondshe let out another sigh fine let's playa stupid game then but after you're donefailing to scare me that's it I'm goingto bedGeorge went first his story wasn't badin fairness it was when he said hisuncle told him a couple of years backnothing I hadn't heard beforebasically there are two kids one of themgets hit by a car and dies after thefuneral the mother gives the survivingkids some money to go get liver from thestore something to cook up for dinnerbecause he's sick in their head thoughthe kid pockets the money digs up hisbrother and removes his liver insteadthen later that night the dead brotherrises from his grave to come and get thekid in his sleep it's a decent enoughstory but I've heard it a hundred timesalreadyI didn't let on though I made all theright faces jumped at the right partsGeorge got quite into it he gestured hisarms and his watch glinted in the lightfrom my bedside lamp his blond hairspilled across his forehead he was sointo the story didn't seem to notice ourfruit was over he sat back and grinnedI thought you were gonna start crying atone point he said you might as well giveup now anyway I'm not scared of anythingI looked across the room at him thehouse was quiet Mountain had been for afew hours when we'd first come upstairsthere was still noise coming from belowthe faint sound of the TV and the loungethe rattle of plates being put away inthe kitchen and now there was onlysilence beyond the bedroom window treebranches rustled in the wind theoccasional car passed by on the roadoutside and that was it I grinned atGeorge so you're not scared of anythingat all no nothing not even stories that
are true George let out a bark oflaughter ha nice try just hurry up andget it over with will you I'm alreadybored ok finemy story is about a family I began afamily that looks normal enough on theoutside but isn't really normal at allGeorge rolled his eyes again he wasstarting to annoy me quite a lot by nowbut I didn't let on I just carried onwith the story as if I hadn't noticedthis family moves around a lot theynever stay in one place for too longthey can't you seethe family's good at disguisingthemselves they're good at hiding theirsecret but they still can't go takingrisks if they stayed in one place formore than a weekthey might get found out someone mightdiscover what they really areso what are they then George asked Iwanted to tell George not to interruptto just sit still and listen to thestory but I bit down the urge instead Ijust grinned at him the family aremonsters I said they're all monstersthey travel from town to town and theyleave a trail of dead kids wherever theygo I paused expecting George tointerrupt me again but he didn't he onlystared back at me with a dull blankexpression the family has a veryspecific way of doing things I continuedwhen they move into a new area they finda house that's been left unoccupied nota completely empty house just onewhether people that normally live thereoff on holiday or something one that'llbe empty for a week or two the familydoesn't need long a couple of weekssuits them just fine so they break intothis house and then they go aboutsetting the trap it's their own kid theyuse they send him off to make friends inthe neighborhood round the nearby parksmaybe after the local school under afake name tell him to get to know theother kids the family is hungry by thispoint really badly hungry but they don'tdo anything just yet they've learned tobe patient I paused and took a breaththis was the story I'd told before but Ifound I liked it more and more with eachretelling the trick was not to rushthough you had to savor it I'd openedthe bedroom window when we first cameupstairs and our draught of cold airblue in it ruffled the curtains behindGeorge tree branches shook in the gardenoutside the leaves whispering to eachotherGeorge watched me not saying anything Ihad his attention the kids parents don'thave to wait longI continued they never do they'vetrained the kid well you see he's notjust a victim in all this he may only beyoung but he knows how the game worksonce the family has been in the area fora little while a few days maybe a weekat most the kid makes his choice hepicks a new friend to invite back totheir house the parents give him anincentive - he's still too young toshare the tastes they have they tell himthat something he'll only acquire whenhe gets older but he still getssomething out of it what what does heget out of it George's eyes were fixedon mine as his knees began to fitted hegets the other kids stuffI replied whoever he picks he gets tokeep all their belongings after hisparents are finished with them somewherein the house below us a door slammedGeorge's eyes flicked away from minetowards the bedroom door then back againI smiled at himso George kept his eyes on me as hetried to formulate the question so whatexactly what exactly do the parents dowith the kids they take oh they eat them
I replied they eat their insides they
tear the kids open while they're stillscreaming and they pull out their gutsand intestines by the handful moveeverything down until there's nothingleft but a husk I grinned somewherebelow us a floorboard creak the soundwas faint and muffled and I don't thinkGeorge hurted can you imagine whatsomeone looks like when they've hadeverything inside them removed theyhardly even look like a person at allit's like the stuff a snake leavesbehind when it sheds its skin the glowfrom the bedside lamp made George's skinlook pale his lips were slightly partedas he stared at mebut how do they get away with it heasked don't the parents of the kids theyget taken come looking for them the nextday when their kids don't show up backhome I grinned back at George I'd beenhoping he'd ask this oh the family'slong gone by that point I said theyvanish like shadows in the night theonly thing they take with them is theremains of the dead kid and when theirparents come looking for them the nextday all they find is a locked house thatbelongs to somebody elseanother floorboard creak it was loud atthis time we both heard it the sound hadcome from the corridor outside thebedroom George's eyes darted in thedirection of the door what was that ohthere was nothingprobably just the house settlingthere's nothing to be scared of George Ihide the watch on his wrist and imaginewhat it would look like on mine from thecorridor outside came the soft sound ofapproaching footsteps

"The Sleepover Story"