Hello and welcome to the very first night of my Scary Story Nights of October Series. First up is a classic told all around the U.S. It’s a scary story called Click Clack Slide!
I first heard this story late one night in the dorms at church camp. It’s one of those fun stories, like urban legends, that can happen anywhere, anytime. I’m going to place generic town names into the story, but for the effect, change them to the name of the town where you live!
All right, it’s time. Gather up the kids, turn down the lights, pick your narrator, and enjoy this terrifying little gem.
***Writer’s Note: We here at iHorror are big proponents of responsible parenting. Some of the stories in this series may be too much for your little ones. Please read ahead and decide if your kids can handle this story! If not, find another story for tonight or simply come back to see us tomorrow. In other words, don’t blame me for your kids nightmares!***
Click, Clack, Slide as told by Waylon Jordan
A long time has passed since Sally’s accident at the train tracks, but folks around here in Cooper will never forget it. Sally was a pretty young girl with the blondest hair and bluest eyes you’ve ever seen!
One night, her mama sent her down to the store to get a bottle of milk. It was right about dusk and her mama told her to be careful on those train tracks because the 6:30 freight was expected through any minute. Sally promised her mama she’d be extra careful and set out for the store. Unfortunately, she wasn’t as careful as she promised her mama that night. As she crossed the tracks her foot got stuck and she tugged and tugged as the freight train came barreling down the tracks.
The engineer tried to stop but those trains are huge and they hit Sally…dead on.
The strangest thing was that all they ever found were her legs. No one knew what happened to the rest of her but it wasn’t long after that night before folks started hearing an odd sound right around 6:30 every evening. It was a steady “click, click, slide” that would move from one end of town to the other.
The sound gave people the creeps and they started locking their doors and keeping their kids inside between 6:30 and 7:00 at night just to be safe. Some said that sound was Sally dragging herself from one end of town to the other looking for a new pair of legs.
Some years passed and it became common practice for kids in town to empty the streets during the appointed time. No one had ever been caught by Sally, but no one wanted to be the first either.
Meanwhile, adults after so many years had begun to lose their belief in Sally and her slow trek across town.
Now it was late one afternoon when Mary’s mama called her into the kitchen.
“Mary, I’m out of milk and I need it to make the gravy for dinner. You run down to the store, now, and get me a bottle of milk.”
Mary looked up at the clock.
“But, mama, it’s almost 6:30…”
Mary’s mama looked up at the clock and back at her daughter and smiled.
“I’m sorry, Mary, but you know I haven’t been feeling well. You’re going to have to go. Besides, don’t you think you’re getting a little old to be worrying about old Sally?”
Mary reluctantly pulled on her jacket, braced herself at the door, and took off like lightning running toward the store. It was busy that night and it took Mary a little while to get up to the cashier to pay for the bottle of milk. It was 6:35 when she stepped outside the store with her mama’s words ringing in her ears.
“Don’t you think you’re a little old to be worrying about old Sally?”
Mary gritted her teeth and forced herself to walk at a normal pace back toward home. It wasn’t long, though, before she heard the distinctive sound behind her.
“There’s nothing there,” Mary said out loud, and she continued her steady, though somewhat faster pace.
Was the sound getting closer? Of course it wasn’t. Her imagination was just getting the better of her…
it wasn’t her imagination that time. Mary froze and slowly turned her head to glance behind her. She dropped the bottle of milk and heard it smash as she began to run as fast as she could for home but to her horror, she only heard the noise become faster and louder behind her!
CLICK, CLACK, SLIDE, CLICK, CLACK, SLIDE, CLICK, CLACK, SLIDE!!!
Mary was 10 feet from her front door, hand reaching to grab for the doorknob when she caught a glimpse of dirty blonde hair out of the corner of her eye as Sally pulled her way into Mary’s front yard.
It was only then that Mary realized her mother had locked the door behind her. She began to scream for her mother and pound on the door but Mary’s mother, who had not been feeling well, had fallen asleep in her favorite chair in the living room.
CLICK, CLACK, SLIDE
“Mama!!! Mama, please open the door!”
CLICK, CLACK, SLIDE
“Please, mama!!! Help me!!”
A little while later Mary’s mama woke up and wondering why her daughter hadn’t come back from the store, went to investigate. She opened the front door and screamed. Written in blood on the porch was the following message:
why didn’t you open the door mama????
But there was no trace of Mary, and she was never seen again…
Thank you for joining us for our first October story night! We hope you’ll be back tomorrow for our next story! Until then, kiddies, as the Crypt Keeper would say, pleasant screams!!!
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