Disclaimer: I don't own Dan/Phil, nor anyone associated with them
Hey everyone! Happy October ! I know its the second...and I'm late, but here we are with a new Scary Phan, this is going to be like Scary Smosh, where Dan and Phil go around, telling spooky stories that have happened to them. We're going to have thirty one stories, each leading up to Halloween, so yeah. And just in Scary Smosh, feel free to tell me any experiences you've had. Because I honestly loved reading them, so yeah enjoy!
"Great, fucking perfect time for the lights to go out." Said Dan, as he tried to turn on the fireplace, as Phil lit a few candles. Outside, the sound of thunder could be heard making Dan jump slightly. He sighed, and tried to calm himself down, he did not like thunder at all...nor lightning. He sighed once more, and wondered just why tonight of all nights had to be the night it was so stormy? Especially on the night before Halloween, now that was a coincidence wasn't it? He sighed, and sat by the fireplace, once it was on. Phil went over, and wrapped a duvet around Dan's shoulders and sat next to him. Dan sighed, and wrapped the duvet around Phil as well. The two sat with their backs to the table, as they sat facing the fire.
" We could get some marshmallows and roast them." Said Phil, Dan chuckled and looked at Phil curiously.
"Do we have any?" Said Dan curiously.
"I think we do, hang on let me check." Said Phil, Dan nodded and smiled softly as Phil left and came back with marshmallows, chocolate, and crackers, as well as a few skewers meant for shish-kabobs. Dan smiled, as Phil settled back down.
"I've never done this before." Said Dan, Phil knitted his brow and looked at him curiously.
"What...roasted marshmallows on an open fire and had smores?" Said Phil, immediately Dan shrugged and shook his head, prompting Phil's eyes to widen. "What? Really? not even on Bonfire night?"
"No, my family and I used to travel a lot, and while we went to cool places like Morrocco and India...I've never been camping, never roasted a marshmallow over an open fire and made smores or told ghost stories around a fire. Not even on bonfire night." He replied, chuckling at the horrified look on Phil's face.
"Well, I'm going to give you that experience right now." Said Phil in determination, Dan chuckled and kissed Phil's cheek.
"Thank you, but you don't have to." Said Dan.
"Well, I want to...now lets see, do you want to start with the ghost stories?" Said Phil, Dan looked at the fire, and shrugged in response, the thing was while he did like horror movies. He almost always ended up, frightened and fearing any shadows, still...maybe it wouldn't be all bad, after all Phil was here right?
"Well, this first one happened when I was really little...I think I was five or six when it happened. and this is a true story by the way." Said Dan, Phil nodded and looked at Dan whilst listening intently.
"I was walking with my grandma, on the way to this little shop that was right around the corner from her house. It was, a small shop, and you could buy all sorts of sweets there. Which is kind of why I'd wanted to go, anyway, um...there was this house, a few ways down and everyone always avoided that house, it had been abandoned and y'know those horror movie houses, where the windows are all boarded up and everything?" Said Dan, Phil nodded.
"Well, thats what it looked like. I wasn't ever allowed near it...but that day, I saw someone...it didn't look like a boy or a girl, but...kind of like both...they were playing with something, and being the five year old I was I wanted to see what it was. So, while my grandma, was in the shop I went over and I asked what it was. The person looked up at me, because they were sitting down while I was standing up...I remember, everything inside was telling me to leave but I didn't..." Said Dan, his eyes still looking at the fire before him.
"I just stood there, the person smiled and held their hand out to me...'there's more in the house' I almost took that hand, but then I looked down at the tow and when I did...I noticed their feet...it wasn't a foot, it was a hoof. That's when I looked up, and saw that their eyes were all black...and I wanted to run...but, they took my hand and started taking me up the steps." Said Dan softly, Phil wrapped an arm around Dan protectively and kissed the top of his head in comfort.
" I remember wanting to scream, and make a sound but I couldn't...it was like my voice box didn't work...I saw my grandma walk out of the shop and I fucking ran for my life. Once I was with my grandma, I looked back and...they were still there, looking back at me, before going back inside the house...since then, I've never gone near that house, not ever. " Said Dan before sighing.
"Sorry I-"
" No, you have nothing to be sorry about Bear...and as long as we're divulging stories that actually happened to us...well...this one's mine..." Said Phil, Dan nodded and listened, though he felt the hairs in the back of his neck stand up.
Thats Dan's first story, tell me yours!