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It was a cool autum night in the small town of Denton. There was a small wooded area along the outside of town that the teenagers often went to to party and get drunk. There was a small group out there that night, celebrating the victory of the high school football team. Chris Farling, the star player of the team was the life of the party, drinking freely and stealing kisses from any girl he could. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, then the headlights went on and kids scattered.

"Oh, s**t. Its the cops man," Chris snorted, turning towards his friends to have them share the laugh too. "Our parents are gonna be so pissed!"

Dissolving into laughter he sunk to the ground and waited for Officer Roberts to come get him. He'd be taken home, get a slap on the wrists and by this time next week the punishment would be over. Rolling over onto his back, he held his arms up in the air above him. "I surrender Officer. I'll come with ya quietly. Ugh... I think I'm gonna be sick though."

Opening his eyes to turn over and vomit he saw the person walking towards him. "You're not Officer Roberts..." he said stupidly, then threw up on the person's shoes.

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At home, Sharleen Farling sat anxiously in a wooden chair at the kitchen table. She drummed her fingers across the tablecloth and glanced at the clock yet again. "Its nearly one o'clock," she said biting her lip. "I'm worried about Chris. What if he got in an accident?"

From the family room Dan jerked out of his light sleep on the couch and looked around sleepily. He yawned and stretched and called back, "Don't worry so much. I'm sure he's fine, just out having a good time with his friends cuz he won the game..." Waking up more, Dan looked at the television and realized it was a video game, not a movie, playing on the screen. Looking over at the arm chair he saw his younger son, Shane, intently playing his game. "Don't you think its time for bed?" he said.

"Yeah. Just lemme save, Dad..." Shane said, not taking his eyes off the screen. He played for a few minutes more before finally pausing the game, saving and turning it off. Standing up, Shane yawned and rubbed his eyes. He walked past his father and across the hall into the kitchen. "I'm gonna get a drink and go to bed," he said as he passed his mother and opened the fridge. Pulling out the jug of milk and started drinking from it. It was a sign of how worried his mother was that she didn't scold him for doing this.

It was then that there came a knock at the door. Sharleen bolted up, her chair scrapping across the floor, and went to the front door quickly. She threw back the bolt and opened the door wide. In the kitchen, Shane leaned backwards to see out the doorway and down the hall. Chris was standing there looking pale and sick. He'd gotten drunk. Rolling his eyes, Shane got back to the fridge, since the door was open he decided he was hungry and started looking for something to snack on.

"Chris?" Sharleen asked uncertainly, as her son stood on the doorstep, not coming in the house. "Honey, what's wrong?" Chris continued to stand there, not moving, starring vacantly ahead. "Chris," she said more urgently, trying to get his attention. "Dan! Come here. There's something wrong with Chris!"

Heaving himself up off the couch, Dan moved slowly to the front door. "What is it now?" He looked his son up and down assessing him. "There's nothing wrong with the boy. He's just gotten drunk-- which is not acceptable behavior," he said raising his voice so Shane could hear. "Come inside and get to bed Chris," Dan said, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him forward to get him moving.

In the kitchen, Shane was making himself a sandwich, slathering peanut butter and jam on two pieces of bread and largely ignoring the conversation his parents were having with Chris.

Chris stumbled a bit as Dan pulled him in. He put an arm out to catch himself on the wall and stopped walking again. Sharleen was hovering around him, worried about his jerky movements. It was then that she spotted the thin trail of blood running down the side of Chris's face. "Dan, he's bleeding!" She felt tenderly at the cut, trying to see how hurt her son was. "Are you okay?"

As she felt at Chris's face, the wound widened, the skin of his face peeling open like the page of a book. It clung to Chris's head by a hinge of skin on the other side of his face. Turning white, Sharleen screamed, holding her son's face in her hand. "Oh my god!" Dan swore, feeling sick. "Shane! Call 911. Now!"

Shane dropped his sandwich and ran to the doorway to see what was happening. His mouth fell open as he saw his brother's skinned face. He noticed a large hole in the bone of Chris's forehead and something seemed to be moving inside. Frozen to the spot, Shane watched as thin, slimy arm-like protrusion shot out of the hole towards Sharleen's face. She screamed in pain as her skin was neatly sliced off her face. Then a second arm shot out and blew a hole in her forehead, her brains squleching deafeningly loud as her cries went silent.

Bellowing in rage, Dan attacked Chris's skinless face. He only got in one solid punch before the thing's arms shot out, cut off his face and destroyed his brain. Both his parents were on the floor now, faceless and with smooshed brains leaking out.

A scream strangled by vomit tried to claw its way out of his throat and Shane turned and ran. The lights down the hall that led to the back door were off and Shane was running blind, tears pouring down his face. It was then that he tripped over his skateboard, falling to the ground he smacked his head and began to slip out of conciousness. He heard someone come up to him and stop. More than anything he wished he could move, get away... At least fight back.

"Damn, he's unconcious." A woman's voice said in disappointment. "He has to be awake when he's implanted or it won't work..." His vision going black and his brain shutting off, the last thing Shane thought was that the woman sounded like thier neighbor, old Mrs. Smith.

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Jolting awake, Shane began to scream but then stifled himself. Sitting up he began crying, sobbing into his hands as he remembered the horrors that had happened to his family. Then the light outside his bedroom door flicked on and his mom came into the room. He started crying harder as he saw her, apparently unhurt.

Sharleen came over to Shane and sat on the edge of his bed. "You're crying. What's wrong honey?"

His sobs broke into relieved laughter. "I had a nightmare. It was-- Horrible." He hiccuped, his limbs feeling numb and shaky. "Chris's face came off and then you and dad..." He trailed off, shivering. "And at the end Mrs. Smith showed up for some reason."

"What a coincidence," Sharleen said smiling. "Mrs. Smith just came over while you were asleep. She's a very nice woman. She gave Chris, Dan, and I all a wonderful gift. She's going to give it to you too so she stayed until you became conciou-- woke up." She smiled again and a thin bead of blood ran down the side of her face.

Shane's eyes locked on the small red dot and his heart clenched painfully in his chest. "I don't want to see her mom," he whispered fearfully.

His bedroom door banged open then and his father, brother, and Mrs. Smith all filed in. "Don't be like that," Mrs. Smith said kindly. "I just want to share something exciting with you." As she finished speaking, the four people reached up in synch and pulled back the skin of thier faces.

I'm not going to read or critique your story yet because I am hoping I can persuade you to enter it in my Scary Story Contest!!! Come on! It's already written, all you have to do is post it one more time under my Scary Story Contest thread and you might win some gold! And some presitge! I my eternal love!
Hows that for an arguement!?
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that's wierd it didn't show up in the contest forum cuz that's actually where i posted it first. xd

Phsychologically speaking, creepy is more subtle. It works on your mind. It sends chills up your spine, makes you check behind you when you're walking late at night, and makes you turn on your night light when you go to sleep. Scary produces a physiological response - your flight or fight response. Scary makes your body react by screaming, running, pulling out a katana, etc...
In the real word and the way we usually treat the words they tend to be synonymous. But they're actually very different. Creepy produces a psychological effect, and scary produces a physical effect.
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That is pretty wierd, oh well, gaia got it figured out in the end! Thanks again for entering, I can't wait til judging!