Short Horror Stories

Echoes of the Festival

In a sleepy town named Hollowbrook, a much-anticipated event, the Autumn Equinox Festival, was held every year. For many, it was an event to remember; but for a group of five teenagers, it would become the most chilling night of their lives.

Rachel, Jake, Mia, Owen, and Sophie arrived at the festival ground, the air thick with the scent of caramel apples and the distant laughter of children. Multicolored lanterns adorned the trees, and the bonfire at the center of the square illuminated the night.

"Guys, this is going to be epic!" Owen exclaimed, taking in the sights.

Sophie, however, felt uneasy. She glanced over her shoulder, feeling an odd sensation of being watched. "Do you guys feel like someone's following us?" she whispered.

Jake scoffed, "C'mon, Soph. It's just the festival jitters."

But as they moved through the crowd, Sophie caught sight of a shadowy figure in dark clothes. The stranger's eyes locked onto hers, sending a chill down her spine. She tugged at Mia's arm, "Look! Over there!"

Mia squinted in the direction Sophie was pointing. "Where?"

"He was right there! I swear!" Sophie's voice quivered.

Throughout the night, as they enjoyed the rides and stalls, the feeling of being watched never left Sophie. Occasionally, she would spot the dark-clothed stranger lurking nearby. And with every passing hour, there seemed to be more of them.

"Guys," Rachel said, her voice filled with unease, "I think Sophie's right. There's a group of them. They're following us."

Owen, who had dismissed it earlier, now looked worried. "Yeah, I've noticed them too. They're always in the shadows, watching."

Mia gulped. "Let's just stick together. There's safety in numbers."

As they walked past a tented area, Jake pulled them aside. "Listen, maybe it's just a prank. Someone trying to scare us. Let's confront them."

"No way!" Rachel exclaimed. "Have you lost your mind?"

Jake was stubborn. "We need to know who they are. If we confront them, maybe they'll back off."

Mustering up courage, the group approached the nearest dark figure. "Hey! Why are you following us?" Jake shouted.

The stranger merely tilted his head, eyes hollow, sending a wave of fear through the teens. Suddenly, more figures emerged from the shadows, encircling them.

Panicking, Owen yelled, "Run!"

The group scattered in different directions, but the dark figures pursued relentlessly. Mia and Sophie ran towards the woods, hoping to lose their pursuers amongst the trees. Owen and Jake sprinted towards the town square, while Rachel dashed into a nearby building.

Mia and Sophie, panting heavily, hid behind a large oak. "Who are they? Why are they after us?" Mia whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"I don't know, but we need to find the others and get out of here," Sophie replied.

In the town square, Owen and Jake tried to blend in with the crowd, but the dark figures seemed to have a supernatural ability to track them. Jake grabbed Owen's arm, pulling him into a narrow alley.

Rachel, meanwhile, found herself in the town's old church. She quickly bolted the door and hid behind the altar. She could hear the muffled footsteps of the dark figures outside, searching for a way in.

Back in the woods, Mia and Sophie stumbled upon an old cabin. Thinking it was a safe haven, they entered, locking the door behind them. However, to their horror, the inside was adorned with strange symbols and lit candles.

Owen and Jake, in their desperation, reached the edge of the festival grounds. But as they tried to escape, they were cornered by the dark figures.

Sophie and Mia, realizing the cabin was a trap, tried to flee, but the door wouldn't budge. A cold voice echoed from the shadows, "You shouldn't have come here."

Rachel's heart raced as she heard the main door of the church creak open. She whispered a prayer, hoping for a miracle.

The next morning, Hollowbrook was buzzing with whispers. The five teenagers had vanished without a trace. The only evidence of their horrifying ordeal was a lantern, found on the edge of the festival grounds, with a note inside.

"*Never stray from the path. The watchers are always near.*"

The Autumn Equinox Festival was never held again in Hollowbrook. The town's once joyous event was now tainted with the chilling mystery of that night. And as for the dark figures, they were never seen again, but their presence was always felt, lurking in the shadows, waiting for their next prey.