Scary Stories and Poems

Needle and thread (fictional story)

Jamie Thread had been in my class since first grade. He was a nice enough boy, always smiling. But that was the weird thing about him - he was always smiling. His lips seemed scarred, and that wasn't especially unusual considering how they were constantly stretched to the brink of ripping. Even when kids would brutally injure him, Jamie would be grinning.
So one day I was curious, and I followed him home. He would turn at the oddest corners, and whenever I would think he would stop, he kept going. Finally he veered left into a dark alley. I would have stayed, but I remembered that curiosity killed the cat. So I turned back around and was about to step into the light when a cold hand grabbed my shoulder. I screamed, but no sound came out. I whirled around, and saw two big glowing white circles. I could also just make out the wide smile of Jamie Thread.
A raspy laugh that was more of a croak came out of his mouth. It sounded like autumn leaves drifting in a breeze. Then he said something that really made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up: "I know who you are, Justin. I know how you been following me all this way. I know you're wondering why I'm always smiling..." He paused to take a breath, and I could see his eyes glow brighter. "But there's just one teensy little problem - I don't wanna tell you about my life, Justin. Because it is none of your-" he twisted my shoulder and I cried out in pain. "Stinking.... business. So I thought maybe I'd teach you a little lesson..."
I heard what sounded like the striking of a match, and suddenly our faces were illuminated by the light of a small red candle. The wild gleam in Jamie's eyes made me uneasy. I saw the glint of a needle that had come out of nowhere, and he let go of my shoulder to retrieve a spool of black thread from his pocket. Then, he gave a twisted smile and threaded the needle before shoving it in my mouth. He kept on sewing until my lips were sewn in a sick smile like his, and then he laughed a laugh that made me almost vomit. Finally he set me free.
That was three years ago. Now I am used to living the life of a sick freak. A freak that scares away his own family, and a freak that lives underneath a dock. So far, one kid has shown a kind of interest in why I am always smiling. I wait for the day that he follows me home. I already have the needle and thread...