Your childhood fears. Fears tales collection

Your childhood fears

Fears tales collection

Inga Soborova

© Inga Soborova, 2024

ISBN 978-5-0065-0111-9

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Greetings dear reader. My name is Inga Soborova. I am the author of these fairy tales «Your fears from childhood».

Each tale will immerse you in a world that is filled with magic, miracles, humor, illusions, and of course, fears, originating so long ago. As a child.

How brave are you today?

Find that little boy or girl inside of you who was sometimes so afraid of…

Enjoy your reading, dear reader.

Ball boy

Once upon a time there was a boy. One day he was playing a ball. Hit the ball hard and the ball burst. So, the boy went to see what was inside the ball. He cut the ball open and saw a black cube there. It says, «Whoever found me becomes the ball itself.»

Strange inscription thought the boy. Suddenly, a friend of the boy’s came up. The boy said hello and the friend kicked him over the head. Now the boy was mad and was trying to hit him back, but he couldn’t. And he rolled on the grass and couldn’t do anything. Only a ball can «roll,» thought the boy.

All day long, everyone was playing with the ball. With feet, knees, they hit the ground.

An angry aunt came out and said, «For making noise all day, playing ball, not letting me sleep, I’m going to pierce your ball now.»

And she took a knife and pierced the ball. A loud clap sounded, and there was blood on the aunt’s hands. The boy appeared on the floor. He was battered, but alive. And the aunt had cut herself with the knife.

How old man wanted to take away the children’s laughter

Once upon a time there were two brothers. Little kids. The same age. One day they were taking a walk, and they stumbled on the outskirts of the village. They saw an old house. The roof was sagging. It’s going to collapse. And from the house, they heared laughter. A long laughter. Sometimes a squeaky voice came out, sometimes a thin, squeaky note. And then, as if someone was crying. The children peeked through the window. They saw an old man sitting on an armchair in the room. His beard was long and shaggy. And there were spiders running around his beard. In his beard the old man throws flies and caterpillars. And spiders run and eat. Ticklish and fun for the old man. His laughter was so loud that it’s heard on the streets. Stand boys, scared. And couldn’t take their eyes away. The old man grabbed these spiders, squeezed them in the fist, got up and walked up to the chest. He opened the lid and threw the spiders into the chest. And the boys ran away. They were afraid but their curiosity was stronger. They came back to the house.

Peeked in the window and there was no old man. They went into the house. Wondering to look in the chest. Then they opened the lid there was a black snake. The snake hissed. And they quickly slammed the lid. When they turned around, that old man was standing there.

He blocked the door and said, «I’ll let you go if you give me your childish, sonorous and overflowing laughter. And take mine, the old man’s squeaky one. But you can only take back your laughter if a child laughs.»

He tied the boys up and tickled them with his bony fingers. They didn’t laugh. They were crying, screaming. The old man wondered how to make the boys laugh, and take their laughter away. He thought that if he was ticklish, then the boys couldn’t stand it and laughed. The boys were shouting and twitching. Seeing them not laughing he untied them and chased them out of the house with a stick. And threatened them with his fist in the trail.

And the boys never peeked through that window again.

Lucky tail

Once upon a time there was a young girl. One dat she went for some shopping. There were a lot of people at the market, and she didn’t notice a hunched old woman next to her, and stepped on her foot. Of course, she apologized, but the old woman did not hear her, or maybe did not forgive her, and spat on the girl. And it landed below her back. The girl didn’t notice and getting home she approached the mirror, turned her back and saw that someone had spit on her. She wanted to shake it off, but something was sticking out and hurting under her clothes. After taking clothes off, she saw a grown tail. Small, like a pinky finger. She ran to the doctor. And the doctor cut off her tail. In the morning she got up, and the tail has grown again, only bigger. The doctor cut off it again. And next morning, the tail grew again, and it was like a big dog’s tail. The girl was afraid to cut it off now. And began to live with that tail.

She moved to the outskirts, away from people, so no one would see her. The tail was hidden under her clothes. Once a young guy was passing by her house. There was an angry dog in the girl’s yard. And the dog attacked him and tore his pants. The girl said sorry and invited him into the house to stitch his pants. Sitting there, she stitches them up. She sees the boy acting strangely. Sitting and stitching them up. She sees the boy acting strangely. Doesn’t turn his back on her. Suddenly the dog growled again, and scared the guy. He jumped up, turned his back, saw the girl – her tail was like a wolf’s. As a child, on a full moon, the wolves bit the boy, and his tail grew.

They started to live together, the girl and that guy. They were so happy to stop hiding their tails in public. A fashionable photographer saw them. Invited them for a shoot. And they became famous people. They earned a lot of money for it. But the longer they were photographed, the less tail they had. It got to the point where they lost their tails.

A little boy was born to them, a healthy, cheerful one. With a tail. He had a good tail, a strong one. The parents couldn’t be happy.

They lived till their old age with the money they got from the photos and didn’t deny themselves anything.

Evil dolls

There was an old man who lived a long time ago. He was a carpenter. He made dolls out of wood. And he sold them at the store. In the evening he came and made new dolls. That was how he lived. The old man kept unsold dolls in the basement. Once the dolls came to life there. Became friends with others. Even got married. And everytime the old man came to the basement and took the husband’s wife to the store. If the dolls become friends, he took the best friend. If he sold it – the doll will not be returned to her own. One day they decided to kill the old man. They rolled up under his feet when he went down into the cellar. The old man fell down, and the dolls jumped on him. They pressed him, so he couldn’t move. And how to kill a man, the dolls didn’t know. The old man was cunning. He is lying there and says, “ I’m afraid to die. The scariest thing for me is if you throw bread and cheese on me.» They hurried, brought more bread and cheese, crumbled them, and threw them on the old man. The old man lies there, chewing and laughing. The dolls got mad and decided to press the old man harder. They pressed him again and harder. And now, everything was mixed up, dolls, cheese and bread. The fat squeezed out of the cheese and soaked into the wooden dolls. The bread stuck to them and dried on. Then the basement rats and mice came. They started gnawing at the dolls, and ate them all. The old man stood up, got out of the basement, and never made dolls again.

Witches” pies

Once upon a time there were four sisters. Young girls. One day they went for a walk in the woods. They were walking and got lost. They walked through the woods and saw a hut. They knocked to ask for food. An old woman comes out. «Come in», she said, «Have a rest, and I will bake you some pies.» The old woman baked some pies and put different fillings in them. She put meat, lard, onions, and potatoes in one pie. A large pie came out. She put honey, aromatic flowers and sweet spices and decorated the second one with berries. A beautiful pie came out. And in the third, a scientific book she finely chopped. Mixed with butter and sugar. The pie was thin and dry. And in the fourth pie, leftovers to crumbs from those 3 pies. An ordinary-looking pie came out.

When the girls sat down at the table, the three sisters ate their pies at once. And the fourth sister, the youngest, did not want to eat. She kept the cake for later. The sisters thanked the old woman for the treat, and went home.

The sister who ate the first pie, the fattest one, got married right away. She had a big farm. Cows, chickens, geese, vegetable garden. She got fat and flushed.

The second sister, who ate a honey pie with flowers, became very attractive to males. Though she was no beauty at all but she had no shortage of suitors.

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