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Tiffany
Published 3 years, 4 months ago
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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from the KSND radio waves in Sandcastle, California. Tonight is a sad story about a teen girl who takes the only way out of her curious dilemma. The only problem is that no one believes her and she won't confide in her best friend or even her elusive stalker!
Listen to this and other tales of the weird and unknown on the Midnight Scares podcast available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, YouTube, or your favorite podcast platform. For all of my links visit www.spookyboorhodes.com.
The first volume of Sandcastle Horror stories is available on amazon in print and Kindle or available through Etsy as a PDF or printed and signed copy. To find out how you can grab a copy visit www.sandcastlehorror.com.
Now let's begin...
Tiffany
by SpaceySirens
I feel like a lot of girls my age want to make themselves stand out. They go to extreme lengths to show off how unique they are and to express their individuality. Whether it’s by showing off their talents, adopting a flashy and interesting sense of style, or putting other girls down to make themselves feel better, most teen girls really want to be noticed and seen as special. There are some girls who are like me and claim that we don’t care about that kind of attention or that we don’t want to be seen as different or special. We hang out in the background, away from the spotlight. We don’t bother talking to people or making friends because we say that we don’t want to stand out. But... maybe that’s just our own way of trying to stand out and be unique?
No girl at my school stood out more than my best friend, Tiffany Queens. She was by far the most popular person in the whole school, and she pretty much checked off all the boxes of the stereotypical popular girl that you’d see in a high school movie. She was the cheer captain, rich, fashionable, and she had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body. Even her name sounds like it would be the name of the main rival in a teen movie. She was the queen of the school; she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and everyone worshiped the ground she walked on. So when our senior prom was announced, we all knew that Tiff would win the title of prom queen. Personally, I was excited for her. She’s always been a charismatic and kind girl, and, in my eyes, she deserved that title more than anyone else. which is why I was so surprised to hear that she won’t be able to be at prom.
Because Tiffany was found dead in her bedroom yesterday.
Apparently, her mom found her hanging from the ceiling fan. She found a suicide note in Tiffany’s diary, which talked about how, even though Tiff seemingly had a perfect life and seemed like a really happy person, she had secretly been suffering a lot and felt like no one ever got to know the real her. I mean, it’s the type of story we’ve all heard before, but it still has me in shock. The week before Tiffany had killed herself, everything felt so normal—at least, it seemed normal to me. She had seemed a bit more standoffish than usual, and she had started feeling sick more often, but none of it stuck out to me as out of the ordinary. I never would have guessed that she had been feeling that way, and I can’t help but feel guilty about it. I was her best friend, and I feel like I should have done something to help her. I feel like maybe I could have been able to save her. but now it’s too late.
I have a box full of all of her old stuff. According to Tiffany’s mom, her suicide note said that she wanted all of her old things to go to me, even her diary. I will admit, I found it a little strange that her mom was so willing to just give me a bunch of her old stuff. If I were her, I would have kept everything so that I had some way to remember my child. But her mom just told me that it’s what Tiffany would have wanted.
Still, as I look through the box and take out a bunch of Tiffany’s old dresses, sweaters, blouses, and a bunch of other clot
Listen to this and other tales of the weird and unknown on the Midnight Scares podcast available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, YouTube, or your favorite podcast platform. For all of my links visit www.spookyboorhodes.com.
The first volume of Sandcastle Horror stories is available on amazon in print and Kindle or available through Etsy as a PDF or printed and signed copy. To find out how you can grab a copy visit www.sandcastlehorror.com.
Now let's begin...
Tiffany
by SpaceySirens
I feel like a lot of girls my age want to make themselves stand out. They go to extreme lengths to show off how unique they are and to express their individuality. Whether it’s by showing off their talents, adopting a flashy and interesting sense of style, or putting other girls down to make themselves feel better, most teen girls really want to be noticed and seen as special. There are some girls who are like me and claim that we don’t care about that kind of attention or that we don’t want to be seen as different or special. We hang out in the background, away from the spotlight. We don’t bother talking to people or making friends because we say that we don’t want to stand out. But... maybe that’s just our own way of trying to stand out and be unique?
No girl at my school stood out more than my best friend, Tiffany Queens. She was by far the most popular person in the whole school, and she pretty much checked off all the boxes of the stereotypical popular girl that you’d see in a high school movie. She was the cheer captain, rich, fashionable, and she had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body. Even her name sounds like it would be the name of the main rival in a teen movie. She was the queen of the school; she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and everyone worshiped the ground she walked on. So when our senior prom was announced, we all knew that Tiff would win the title of prom queen. Personally, I was excited for her. She’s always been a charismatic and kind girl, and, in my eyes, she deserved that title more than anyone else. which is why I was so surprised to hear that she won’t be able to be at prom.
Because Tiffany was found dead in her bedroom yesterday.
Apparently, her mom found her hanging from the ceiling fan. She found a suicide note in Tiffany’s diary, which talked about how, even though Tiff seemingly had a perfect life and seemed like a really happy person, she had secretly been suffering a lot and felt like no one ever got to know the real her. I mean, it’s the type of story we’ve all heard before, but it still has me in shock. The week before Tiffany had killed herself, everything felt so normal—at least, it seemed normal to me. She had seemed a bit more standoffish than usual, and she had started feeling sick more often, but none of it stuck out to me as out of the ordinary. I never would have guessed that she had been feeling that way, and I can’t help but feel guilty about it. I was her best friend, and I feel like I should have done something to help her. I feel like maybe I could have been able to save her. but now it’s too late.
I have a box full of all of her old stuff. According to Tiffany’s mom, her suicide note said that she wanted all of her old things to go to me, even her diary. I will admit, I found it a little strange that her mom was so willing to just give me a bunch of her old stuff. If I were her, I would have kept everything so that I had some way to remember my child. But her mom just told me that it’s what Tiffany would have wanted.
Still, as I look through the box and take out a bunch of Tiffany’s old dresses, sweaters, blouses, and a bunch of other clot