Dustbin bin Dora
I have been telling this story since I can remember: It is one of my favourites..

Sarah was having a sleepover this weekend, but she wanted it out side, in the trailer tent. At fist her parents were very adamant with their answer. No, she couldn?o outside; it was far too dangerous! Who knows who could attack her out there? It was far too risky. But after a few weeks of working on them she managed to get her parents to say yes.
? are you wanting to invite???r mother asked her, already knowing what the answer was going to be. ?hink I?just invite Jenny, Laura and Kelly. I don?ant too many people over, it?be too crowded.??arah had been best friends with Jenny, Laura and Kelly since junior school- they were inseparable. No one had ever seen them apart. They went to school together, went home together, they were always round each other?ouses and always went out together at the weekends. ?. dear,??r mother said ?st write me up a list of the food you want and I?see what I can do.??d with that her mother left the room.
Sarah was so exited that she couldn?ait. She rang all three of them up to let them know what time to come over, what to bring, what not to bring and basically try and kill as much time as possible. This was going to be the best sleep over ever! Or at least, that?hat she thought.

?e in, come in!??r mother greeted the three hysterical teenagers at the door. ?ah?ust coming.??Sarah!??r dad bellowed up the stairs ?e on! Move it! They?here!??d with that she appeared at the top of the stairs.
They set up all there stuff in the trailer tent outside. After dinner- and numerous comments about not wanting to go outside and sleep in the trailer tent because they didn?rust Sarah?ad?handy work?hey were shooed outside, with their food for the night.
It was getting on quite late. ?t shall we do now???ked Jenny. Her reply was followed by a yawn ??ell ghost stories!??ura said. ?l go first!??lly yelled, ?please let me go first!??.K! Calm down, you can go first. Just don?hout again or we?make you sleep outside.??rah joked. Kelly?tory was about a headless horseman who haunted the woods in their village. It was actually really good, and pretty scary. Laura went second. She told one about an axe wielding babysitter. It was just like Laura, she gave it a real scary atmosphere. Jenny?urn next. Old faithful Jenny, she told the most un-scary story. It was the one about the couple in the car driving down an old country road and the man goes to get petrol, a little while latter the police tell her to get out of the car but not to turn around because her husband?ead is on a pole behind her. Sarah went last, not because she got the short straw but because she wanted to save the best for last. During the week she had been down to the library next to their school and had looked up any murders with follow-up stories of strange goings on. She had actually found quite a few, but none really worth mentioning in a story. Except for one. There was one that had caught her attention. An old lady who had been walking home on her own one night had been stabbed and chopped up into little bits and placed in a dustbin- in Sarah?lock! She couldn?elieve her luck, not only did this gruesome story happen in her block it also had a follow-up story. The old lady was meant to have been really lonely. Her husband had run off with another woman 50 years before she was killed, and so, having no relatives, she had spent all her life since she was 26, living on her own with only the sweet bitterness of her loathing for life to keep her company. She had been said to have killed people the same way she was, just so she didn?ave to spend an eternity of hatred wandering the earth, lonely, again.
Sarah told her story, adding little extras here and there, but keeping to the proper story line. By the time she had finished her three friends were scared stiff. If there was one thing she was good at it was telling stories. ?re did you get that story from, Sarah???lly asked ? told it to you???o-one told it to me, I got it from the documents in the library- it? true story.??o way! Oh, that?o sad! Why would anyone want to hurt an old lady???ura whined. They continued to chat for a little while longer, but by the time 4:30 came around they had all fallen to sleep.
Sarah was the last to fall asleep; she was also the first one to be woken up. There was someone in her back garden- she was sure of it. ?ra, Jenny, Kelly, wake up!??e gave them each a hard shove and they all woke up. ?t is it???nny asked sleepily ?t do you want???sshhh!??rah whispered, ?ten.??e four of them sat in silence, in the blackness of the night, and listened. Nothing. ?can?ear anything.??ura said her voice muffled by sleep. ?s gone now, just give it another minute.??rah replied, ? giving you one minute then I?oing back to sleep. Just know that if you-??lly?entence was broken off by the sounds of foot steps on the damp, crisp grass outside the tent. They all held their breath for what seemed like eternity, waiting for something to happen. They all jumped as the sensor light on the porch came on, sending a powerful ray of light over the garden. The tent walls were now covered in different shadows. Sarah recognised them all, the plant pots all around the garden, Henry the garden gnome. The football and basketball, the bikes that she told her parents she would put in the shed, all of them. And then her eyes fell on an unfamiliar shape. She couldn?uite make out what it was, probably noting she told herself. ??orry you guys, it was probably just the neighbours cat, Moggy.??e reassured them, not believing a word of it herself. ?t?robably the other noise I heard too.??e light went out and they went back to sleep. Well you couldn?eally call the short time in between them going to sleep and being woken up again, sleep. The porch light came on again. This time it seemed to have a blinding brightness to it. The four girls sat motionless; again they found themselves holding their breaths in that eerie waiting silence. Sarah noticed that the unrecognised shadow that she had spotted before wasn?here. She scanned the shadows on the walls for it, but no such luck. She looked again, there it was. It had moved to the other side of the garden. What was it? It was driving Sarah mad! Then all of a sudden it started to move, right in front of her eyes. The shadow started off slow but picked up speed, fast, as it circled the trailer tent. All of a sudden it clicked in Sarah?ind what the siluhet reminded her of- a person. And by the expressions on her friend?aces they had realised what it was too. They sat in silence, no one knew what to do or say. They didn?ave to though; the silence was filled by an eerie chant. At first the voice was too scratchy and dry to make out any words, but eventually the words came through ?am Dustbin Dora, I am Dustbin Dora, I am Dustbin Dora??he chant became louder with every word ?am Dustbin Dora??he shadow continued to circle the perimeter of the tent ?am Dustbin Dora ??etting faster and faster as the voice became louder and louder ?am Dustbin Dora??oon the voice had become so loud and intense that the four friends could no longer stand it ?ve got to get out of here,??lly managed to chock out ?.??, I don?elieve it,??rah stuttered, ?ust don?ow? I??n. On the count of three, run- to the house.??e four friends looked at each other for support, but each one was just as afraid as next. ??? They all got up and one at a time, all ran out the trailer tent.
Kelly was the first to the door, holding it open for Jenny and Laura to go running through. She turned to follow them into the safe house but turned to see were Sarah was- she was standing dead still in the middle of the garden, staring into the blackness. ?e on! What are you waiting for???lly whispered as loud as she could, trying not to gain the attention of what ever it was that was out there. Still Sarah didn?ove. ?t are you playing at? Get in the house, now!??r eyes were glazed over and her face had an odd blankness to it. ??o lonely,??rah mumbled under her breath ?sad and lonely.??lly turned to Laura and Jenny and told one of them to go and get Sarah?arents, Jenny dashed off down the hall and up the stairs. Around the corner of the house there was an ally way. All of a sudden Sarah?ead jolted round to face the ally ??ou hear it? Can?ou hear her loneliness? She only wants someone to keep her company. She?alling me. I have to go,??o. Wait. Sarah! Sarah, stop it. Stop doing this, this isn?ou, knock out of it!?? this time Kelly was shouting. She went to run and stop her friend but there was something stopping her. It wasn?ike there was anything in her way, preventing her from getting to her friend. She could move, just not very fast. Every step felt like a mile and within a few feet her legs were so tired that she had to force herself to walk. Within seconds her legs felt like jelly and she had to stop. Laura was frozen in place- so she was no help. Sarah?arents reached the back door just in time to see their daughter walking into the ally way. ?t!??ere cries were useless, she wasn?aying any attention to anyone. None of the five of them could get to her. The four in the house couldn?et out and Kelly still couldn?ove. All of a sudden they heard a heart-piercing scream. At that moment they all broke free from what ever it was that wouldn?et them go before, and ran around the corner. As they reached the entrance to the ally way the screaming stopped. The night was silent, again. ?ah! Sarah!??e five breathless people shouted her name, but she couldn?ere them because she was not responding- or could she? ?ah! Sarah!??ey all ran down the ally way, frantically searching for their friend or daughter. ?ah! Sarah!??eryone was moving in a hysterical panic- except for Jenny, whose gaze had landed on something against the wall. ?ah! Sara-,??lly?entence was broken off as she saw it to. ? Kenzy, Mr Kenzy! Come quick!??e two parents and Laura ran over to where the two other friends stood staring fixedly at the object against the wall. ?t is it???rah?ad asked, the panic showing through his shaky voice. ?e you found her? Come on!??ook,??nny held up a shaky finger, and pointed it in the direction of one of the trashcans. ?t???rah?um asked ajitated and yet worried at the same time. ?k!??enny managed to choke out. And as they did the expressions on their faces changed from worry to an expression of twisted horror. From underneath the lid of one of the trashcans there was a piece of blue material, the same colour as the top Sarah had been wearing, and dripping off of it was a thick red liquid. The liquid was oozing out from all around the rim of the trashcan. Sarah?ad was the first to move, the other four, petrified, stood in horror and watched. It seemed to take him forever to reach the trashcan, which stood only a few feet away. He stretched out a shaky arm, withdrawing it quickly and jumping back fast as the lid of the trash can fell to the floor, unaided. After the initial shock Sarah?ad moved forward once again, and with one glimpse of the contents of the trashcan, threw up. The others took there own time to make eyes with the inside of the trashcan, each one throwing up and breaking into hysterical fits of tears.
Inside the trashcan was Sarah, chopped into little pieces and left to float in her own pool of blood. Apart from the sound of crying the night stood still. There wasn?ny sound of the rustling through trees, no nocturnal animals scurrying about, nothing. Only that eerie waiting silence again, but it wasn?nly the night that was waiting. Two figures stood on the upraised bank over looking the sad scene. An old lady, with an expression of contempt and loneliness stood next to another unfamiliar figure to the night. A young girl, expressionless and motionless, stood next to her. Waiting. Waiting, but for what? Their next victim maybe- well they can?pend eternity lonely, can they?

Trapped
A recent one: my brother gave me the title and said that he wanted a story to come of it..

When we were young, my sister and I, we used to live in a huge house; a fairy tale castle as she used to call it. Running around, playing hide and seek in the different rooms. Running up and down the stairwells, in and out of the walk-in wardrobes, screaming with glee.
We explored all the rooms of the house, knowing each room like the back of our hands. But there was one room we weren?llowed in- the attic.
No one was allowed in the attic, not because it was dangerous, but because that?here mum and dad used to keep all of the family?hings. Nan and Granddad?hings, our Great Nan and Granddad?hings, our Great Great Nan and Granddad?hings. We were only small and there was fear that we would break something that was generations old. The best bet (and what they had done) was to lock the door and hide the key away somewhere that we wouldn?e able to find it.

And so we continued to play- minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day. Always finding somewhere new to hide, always running, always screaming, always trying to find a better place than each other, always trying to win.
One day, mid June, My sister and I were in the kitchen trying to find some thing to eat, a biscuit or something. I had pulled one of the wooden chairs, placed around the kitchen table, up against the cupboard draws. Climbing up, I could just about reach, at a stretch, the top of the high cupboard. Whilst reaching up my hand came across something small whit a metallic and slightly rusty feel to it. I pulled it down and, to my childish delight, it was an old key.

We both rushed up the flights and flights of endless stairs, racing each other to the top. Our heart beats pumping, our adrenalin flowing, our legs moving at full pelt. We raced to the attic.
Reaching out my shaky hands I rushed to open the old door. The key nearly falling out of my hand as I jabbed it into the old keyhole, that hadn?een used for years.
The key turned and my sister and I both put our body wait into trying to open the door. Pushing hard, our shoulders pressed up against the heavy wooden door, and it finally began to ease open, creaking loudly and moving heavily.

As the door opened, a ray of light filled the forgotten room and as we walked forward into it, our feet left footprints in the dust. As our feet shuffled through it, wafts of it swirled up and into the air around us, making my and I sister sneeze and cough.
The room had a musty, antique smell about it.

The roof was very low, but as we were so young it suited us fine. With cupboards, chests and old boxes pressed up against the walls, there was plenty of floor space for us to play in. As we took it all in, a smile grew upon each of our faces, we glanced at each other momentarily, and then, with a deep breath, we started to run. Running round the old room; running in and out of the old boxes; running after each other.
?e and seek!?? sister squealed in a voice of delight. ?e and seek! Hide and seek!??t;br>We played and played, until the room had filled with a reddish, orange glow from the setting sun out side. The old drapes were tattered and torn and light seeped through easily in an uneven flow, rippling out over the dust-covered floor. It was heavy and thick, like a carpet; our clothes were dirty but neither of us had noticed.
The attic stretched out over the full length and width of the house, so it took us both a while to find each other.
?re are you?!??called out to my sister, getting no reply but my own voice echoing back on itself. ?s isn?unny anymore!??ain, only the echo replied my worried cry. ?ive up! You win! Just come out! It?ark and we aren?eant to be up here! Mum and Dad are probably worried sick!??t;br>This time, no reply. Not even my own voice rippling back to me through the darkness.
I walked down the attic; searching in the boxes and wardrobes, drawers and chests. Not finding her, I cried out again, ?ase tell me where you are?! I?orried and scared! I just want to get out of here!??t;br>Tears streaming down my face, I started to run up and down the never- ending room, calling out her name. I finally came to the end of the attic; face-to-face with a huge, what I presumed was once a pure white but now musty cream, wall.
I turned my back to it and let myself slide down. I pulled my knees up tight and wrapped my arms around them. I rested my head on my arms and started to cry.
I raised my head quickly and jumped to my feet, wiping my wet face with my sleeve- I had heard some thing.
Looking around I heard it again. A faint, muffled voice. It was my sister! I searched and searched and finally stopped and an old chest. ? here!??cried out to her ?s going to be alright. I?get you out.??lt;br>I grabbed the lock and realised that there was a padlock on it. Confused, I tugged at it, wondering how she had managed to put it back on after she had gotten inside.
It was large, old and rusty; it hadn?ooked like it had been un-dun in years.
?an?et it open!??cried in a wave of panic, ?d on, I?oing to go get Mum and Dad.??t;br>I heard another cry from inside the chest, I could just make it out; my sister couldn?reathe. My legs carried me faster than ever before, rushing down the stairs, I jumped the last few, calling out ?! Dad!??e whole time.
They asked me what had happened and I took them upstairs, explaining on the way up.

We burst into the attic and ran over to the chest. ? you alright?!?? mother had called out to her, getting no reply. The tears had started to stream down my face again and as I looked at my Mum, I had seen a look of sheer horror in her eyes. I was only young, I didn?nderstand. My Dad smashed the padlock off the old chest with a metal leg from one of the old tables. He struggled to lift the lid of the chest and my Mum and I had to help. Even with the three of us forcing the lid up, it was very hard and we were all breathless.
I remember the first thing I saw once the lid was up, it was an image that imprinted itself in my mind for the rest of my life: My sister was lying in the chest, a peace full expression on her face. I remember thinking that she had looked like one of my china dolls. She looked at rest, as if in a deep sleep. The screaming cry of my mother had brought me back from my thoughts and I looked up to see my father wrapping his arms around her, and then he began to cry. I looked back at my sister and began to wonder how she had managed to lift up the lid. She was smaller and weaker then me, how could her little arms have found the strength to lift it up? And how could she have put the padlock back on the outside.

My parents had blamed me for her death. Saying I had killed her; saying that I had pushed her in there and locked it again. But that lock hadn?een opened for years; the rust was still covering the joints when my father had smashed it open. I didn?ill her; I couldn?There was another reason our parents hadn?et us in that attic; a darker reason that they had never mentioned. They just let me live my life in a pool of guilt. But it hadn?een my fault. How was I to know?