Mostly Creepy Short Stories

The Boy Who Cried Piggy

Before you hear the terrifying tale of a demented kid you should know he has issues, lots and lots of issues. You see Connor just isn't right in the head. He thinks things differently than you and I do. He has a dark and demented mind that no one else understands. He's even a bully to poor Jack who happens to only be seven years old, a lot younger compared to Connors 12 years.

Connor always liked to make fun of Jack because of his weight. He wasn't too fat or anything, just a little chubby, but Connor didn't care. He wanted to hurt Jack, the same way many people have hurt him before.

Everyday as Connor would see Jack walking along the sidewalk, he would shout out "Piggy!" Every single day. Jack never stood up for himself, well that is until he learned he could do things. Special things.

One day Connor was walking on his way home from school when he saw Jack. He shouted out "piggy" once again and Jack was obviously infuriated. Connor saw how much it affected Jack so he continued to taunt him. "~Piggy, piggy, piggy~" he taunted in a singsong voice.

Jack whispered under his breath some mysterious words. "Whatcha saying Piggy?" Connor teased. Jack ignored him and just continued on with the strange words. It was like he was put under a spell, once he started talking he just continued and could not stop.

"You know, you're really weird." Connor said to Jack as he left him talking to himself. Connor walked home, the whole time trying to figure out what was wrong with Jack, but couldn't think of anything.

Connor walked into his house to see the strangest thing. There in the living room of his house, were three pigs. Yes, pigs in his house. He didn't question why the pigs were there, he didn't even try and do anything reasonable like call animal control. Instead, he walked into his kitchen and grabbed the biggest and sharpest knife he could find.

He returned to his living room with the knife and stalked toward the pigs slowly. I won't bother you with all the gory details, but he did kill all the pigs and there was a lot of blood, a lot. Conner laughed at the dead body parts of the pigs that were scattered across the floor.

As he continued to laugh, he heard a knock on the door. He walked over to it, still covered in blood, and opened the door. Standing at the door with an apologetic look was Jack. "What do you look so sorry about?" Connor asked in disgust.

"Well you uh remember when I was talking quietly earlier?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well I uh sorta kinda maybe put a curse on your family. I turned them into pigs. But don't worry! I changed them back right before you answered the door!" Jack spoke very quickly because he was scared of Connor's reaction.

Connor quickly walked back into his living room and Jack followed him. As they walked into the room, they could see the scattered body parts of Connor's family members.