Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Sapphirescript]

The only one that scared me is the doll one where its going up the stairs. I have a TON of animals and doll in my room. My wall is covered.

[chagups]

ok thats scary i sont want any dolls its been real scary couse now people make them talk *gets chills* yup yup no dolls for meh

[correlate.]

It's pretty hard to scare me with "scary" stories. You've got to have the voice just right, the right lighting, etc. I dare you to try with just the story...

[chagups]

Ok herezs one its called

Rose

one day there was a girl watching tv and then her mom called and told her that they would be late and wouldent be back till 2:00 late shift. So she said ok and went upstairs and went in the shower but then herd a thump so she thought oh maybe just a mouse. So she got her clothes and put them on the table by the sink and turned on the shower and went in. Then she herd another thump so she goes to envestigate then she goes in her brothers room and hes sleeping so she gets his bat. Then by her window she hears "thump thump" and gets scared then 20 minutes later she hears "tap tap" then opens the window to see the window coverd in blood then she tries to scream but nothing comes out. Then she heard the front door open and close now shes sfared and ru s to her brothers room "hes 14 shes 15" and then wakes him up and they hides in the closet. Then she goes out of the closet and by the hall way and sees a rose then she goes further out and finds another rose. Then terrified she sees a girl holding a rose her hands bleeding and her face coverd with hair but her eyes are visable there red as if she was crying. Then she goes down to the basement and then the girl was scratching the walls. Then she dissapears when her mom and dad got back the next morning they called the people who made the walls. And they took it down and a little girl around the age of 6 was found her hands were bloody and she was wearing a white dress. Then the police found out that this girl went missing 5 months ago her father abused her and killed his wife. Then they moved and never came back they still live in that nieghborhood but further away and when evr they pass it theres always a rose sitting by the front door.

So watch out you never no whats in your basement.....

[♥!~Heed Thy Call~!♥]

Black Dog

One Evening, on a dark and stormy night, there were four girls..2 parents..and one street..these four girls were having a sleep over, and the parents were downstairs. "Girls, were going out to the store, we'll be back in about an hour!" yelled one of the girls mother up the stairs.

So the girls said goodbye and went back upstairs. About 10 minutes later, they heard a noise outside the back door..it was a scratching sound. One of the girls said "Hey, What's that noise? Wanna go check it out?" So, They went downstairs and opened the back door..it was a small black puppy, and it ran in and shook with the cool nighttime air. "Awwwww.. It's SO CUTE!" said One girl. Everyone else agreed, all petting it softly. Just then, one girl looked behind her, and saw a shadow being cast by the smooth light of the moon, it looked as if it were a person's shadow. She looked and opened her mouth to say what she saw, but when they looked back, nothing was there. "It was probably just your imagination, tricking your mind." said one girl, with a bit of fright in her voice.

They all agreed and went back upstairs after feeding the puppy some ham. They were playing around with the dog when the dog ran out of the room. They looked and looked but couldn't find this mysterious dog, so, sadly, they sat back down in the room they were sleeping in.

Then, one girl had to go to the bathroom. Leaving the room, she heard a quiet bark..coming from the attic. "Now how did the dog get in there?" she asked herself quietly. she slowly walked in the dim light of the narrow hallway to the attic stairs..As this was hapening, the girls were talking, when they heard a loud scream. They ran out and saw their friend go flying out of the attic door, landing in front of them. They all screamed at this, but the girl was ok, they assumed that it was the dog that scared here, but she kept saying something about a man..in a dark hooded cloak, pushing her off the staircase. Everyone thought she was just kidding, so they continued on with their sleepover.

But then, they remembered the dog, and how it was up in the attic. They all raced up to the dark and gloomy crawlspace of the attic, boxes were piled up high on top and beside each other, they saw the dog, but heard a man talking, he seemed to be whispering to himself.."death is mine, death is mine"..They screamed and ran downstairs.

One grabbed the phone to call the police, but just as they did that, the girl with the phone ran downstairs, remembering not to call the police unless she was sure of what was happening. So she checked the door to see if it was unlocked..it wasn't. So she was at the bottom of the stairs, the other girls waiting in the room they were sleping in, when the phone rang. The girl at the bottom of the stairs ran upstairs and was in the bathroom, and she answered it.. it said.. "Look in the shower..there's a surprise"..she hung up, but curious, looked in the shower.

All of a sudden a man jumped out and slit her throat, and then licked up the blood that had been drawn from her neck. But before she died she had enough time to scream, and the other girls heard it. They rushed into the bathroom. The man had vanished. They saw the blood and their dead friend and screamed. They ran to the phone. It was dead. There was a note,It read: The phone is dead, your friend is dead, what does it mean?.. just then they heard a loud bang and heard someone singing softly: "My name is, Loomar and i'm on the street called boomar, going to kill the whole town, give the world a big frown.."

They got really scared and ran into the basement. Sadly that's where he was.. he brutaly murdered the last three girls, and went back into the attic, waiting.. and to think, those girls were the idiots who let him in..he was a shapeshifter, gone crazy.. but his fun wasn't over...there was still a whole town and street waiting just for him

[Cirque]

Holy shiz... O.O
That one probably scared me the most out of a lot of the ones I've read so far.
Just the whole thing where he was shapeshifter and the girls wrote their own deaths by letting him in kinda freaks me out.

Okay... This one is actually pretty entertaining. xD
A lot of people have probably heard it before, but this is my version:

One night, during a terrible storm, a man went to a hotel hoping to find shelter from the awful storm, as it was so bad, he wasn't able to see out his windshield anymore.
When he got to the check-in area, he requested a room, but the girl working said that there was only one room left, and that it was haunted. The man, choosing not to believe this, took the room anyways.
As soon as he had unpacked all his stuff and gotten ready to relax, a ghost appeared. It's fingers were dipping with crimson blood.
"Bloody fingers, bloody fingers..." The ghost moaned.
The man immediately ran out of the room. As he ran past the check-in desk the girl was working at, she sighed, knowing she had been right about the room being haunted.
The next night, there was another terrible storm, and all the rooms were booked except the infamous haunted suite. Except this night a woman got caught in the storm. She came into the hotel hoping to find a safe place to stay until morning, but she got the same answer. That all the rooms were filled except for one, which was haunted. Not believing in anything like that, the woman took the room and went up to rest. Before she even had enough time to get her things unpacked, the ghost appeared, again.
"Bloody fingers, bloody fingers..." That was all it moaned, its finger still covered in the scarlet blood.
The woman ran out of the room, and past the lobby where the check-in desk was. As she passed, the girl working slightly smiled to herself, she always found it amusing when people took the room, as it always had the same result.
Realizing the woman had left her things in the room, the girl went up to retrieve them.
As she picked up the woman's various left-behind belongings, the ghost appeared again.
"Bloody fingers, bloody fin-"
The girl shook her head with amusement, and without even looking up, she said,
"Dude, you seriously need to get yourself a band-aid.

[chagups]

Ok thats just freaky so the man was the dog ewll

Black Dog

One Evening, on a dark and stormy night, there were four girls..2 parents..and one street..these four girls were having a sleep over, and the parents were downstairs. "Girls, were going out to the store, we'll be back in about an hour!" yelled one of the girls mother up the stairs.

So the girls said goodbye and went back upstairs. About 10 minutes later, they heard a noise outside the back door..it was a scratching sound. One of the girls said "Hey, What's that noise? Wanna go check it out?" So, They went downstairs and opened the back door..it was a small black puppy, and it ran in and shook with the cool nighttime air. "Awwwww.. It's SO CUTE!" said One girl. Everyone else agreed, all petting it softly. Just then, one girl looked behind her, and saw a shadow being cast by the smooth light of the moon, it looked as if it were a person's shadow. She looked and opened her mouth to say what she saw, but when they looked back, nothing was there. "It was probably just your imagination, tricking your mind." said one girl, with a bit of fright in her voice.

They all agreed and went back upstairs after feeding the puppy some ham. They were playing around with the dog when the dog ran out of the room. They looked and looked but couldn't find this mysterious dog, so, sadly, they sat back down in the room they were sleeping in.

Then, one girl had to go to the bathroom. Leaving the room, she heard a quiet bark..coming from the attic. "Now how did the dog get in there?" she asked herself quietly. she slowly walked in the dim light of the narrow hallway to the attic stairs..As this was hapening, the girls were talking, when they heard a loud scream. They ran out and saw their friend go flying out of the attic door, landing in front of them. They all screamed at this, but the girl was ok, they assumed that it was the dog that scared here, but she kept saying something about a man..in a dark hooded cloak, pushing her off the staircase. Everyone thought she was just kidding, so they continued on with their sleepover.

But then, they remembered the dog, and how it was up in the attic. They all raced up to the dark and gloomy crawlspace of the attic, boxes were piled up high on top and beside each other, they saw the dog, but heard a man talking, he seemed to be whispering to himself.."death is mine, death is mine"..They screamed and ran downstairs.

One grabbed the phone to call the police, but just as they did that, the girl with the phone ran downstairs, remembering not to call the police unless she was sure of what was happening. So she checked the door to see if it was unlocked..it wasn't. So she was at the bottom of the stairs, the other girls waiting in the room they were sleping in, when the phone rang. The girl at the bottom of the stairs ran upstairs and was in the bathroom, and she answered it.. it said.. "Look in the shower..there's a surprise"..she hung up, but curious, looked in the shower.

All of a sudden a man jumped out and slit her throat, and then licked up the blood that had been drawn from her neck. But before she died she had enough time to scream, and the other girls heard it. They rushed into the bathroom. The man had vanished. They saw the blood and their dead friend and screamed. They ran to the phone. It was dead. There was a note,It read: The phone is dead, your friend is dead, what does it mean?.. just then they heard a loud bang and heard someone singing softly: "My name is, Loomar and i'm on the street called boomar, going to kill the whole town, give the world a big frown.."

They got really scared and ran into the basement. Sadly that's where he was.. he brutaly murdered the last three girls, and went back into the attic, waiting.. and to think, those girls were the idiots who let him in..he was a shapeshifter, gone crazy.. but his fun wasn't over...there was still a whole town and street waiting just for him

[єναи]

Holy shiz... O.O
That one probably scared me the most out of a lot of the ones I've read so far.
Just the whole thing where he was shapeshifter and the girls wrote their own deaths by letting him in kinda freaks me out.

Okay... This one is actually pretty entertaining. xD
A lot of people have probably heard it before, but this is my version:

One night, during a terrible storm, a man went to a hotel hoping to find shelter from the awful storm, as it was so bad, he wasn't able to see out his windshield anymore.
When he got to the check-in area, he requested a room, but the girl working said that there was only one room left, and that it was haunted. The man, choosing not to believe this, took the room anyways.
As soon as he had unpacked all his stuff and gotten ready to relax, a ghost appeared. It's fingers were dipping with crimson blood.
"Bloody fingers, bloody fingers..." The ghost moaned.
The man immediately ran out of the room. As he ran past the check-in desk the girl was working at, she sighed, knowing she had been right about the room being haunted.
The next night, there was another terrible storm, and all the rooms were booked except the infamous haunted suite. Except this night a woman got caught in the storm. She came into the hotel hoping to find a safe place to stay until morning, but she got the same answer. That all the rooms were filled except for one, which was haunted. Not believing in anything like that, the woman took the room and went up to rest. Before she even had enough time to get her things unpacked, the ghost appeared, again.
"Bloody fingers, bloody fingers..." That was all it moaned, its finger still covered in the scarlet blood.
The woman ran out of the room, and past the lobby where the check-in desk was. As she passed, the girl working slightly smiled to herself, she always found it amusing when people took the room, as it always had the same result.
Realizing the woman had left her things in the room, the girl went up to retrieve them.
As she picked up the woman's various left-behind belongings, the ghost appeared again.
"Bloody fingers, bloody fin-"
The girl shook her head with amusement, and without even looking up, she said,
"Dude, you seriously need to get yourself a band-aid.

AHAHAHHAHA!! That made me laugh so hard! x3

[♥!~Heed Thy Call~!♥]

Her Mother's Hands

Frankie sat in the kitchen, listening to her mother rattle on, as always. She looked down at her hands, they always seemed to have a life of their own and it frightened her. They were always crawling into places they didn’t belong, always touching things that they shouldn’t and always hurting her, pinching her, digging their sharp little nails into her flesh.

She watched as her mother spoke to her, not hearing what she said but watching her mother’s hands as they moved, using a sharp chef’s knife to cut the meat for stew that was to be dinner. The hands rose and fell, the knife glinted with the sun light coming in through the kitchen window. Rich red stained the blade, as the blood from the meat ran along it’s edge and dripped on to the cutting board, poling and running over the edge to the counter top.

Frankie looked at her own hands again, they lay silently in her lap for a change. They looked just like her mother’s hands but younger and much more vicious. Her mother’s hands could hurt, too, a slap to the face, a punch in the stomach occasionally but Frankie knew that her own hands could do far worse.

"Frankie! Pay attention when I speak to you! You doing that staring thing again, you have to snap out of this! You don’t want to go back to that nut house again, do you?"

"No, mother."

"Then stop acting like this, are you taking your medication when I give it to you?"

"Yes, mother." Frankie lied, she was hiding the pills in a drawer in her room. Saving them up for a rainy day .......... or a sunny one for that matter.

As her mother's voice droned on, Frankie still stared at her hands. They seemed to be speaking to each other, the fingers tangled together, caressing each other, her fingers and hands were friends. She, herself, had no friends as her mother loved to point out to her daily. Frankie thought about just exactly how she felt about her mother dispite what she told her doctor when she saw him. Looking back down at her hands, she watched as they started to move, like snakes, towards the back of her mother’s apron. She jerked them back as she noticed her mother turning around to look at her again.

"Are you listening to me, Frankie? I said that I’m having a friend, Mrs. Luth from thye senior center, over for dinner tonight, so you take your food to your room and stay there till I say you can come back out! Is that clear?"

"Yes, mother, it’s very clear. It's crystal clear ....... "

Frankie's voice faded off as her hands started to reach for the back of mother’s apron strings again. Frankie had no idea what they were going to do, she just sat and watched, an innocent by-stander at the mercy of her hands. She watched her mother’s hands, they, too, seemed to live on their own. Mother kept talking, her hands kept doing there work like good little soldiers.

Mother turned to look at Frankie. Frankie was mesmerized by the look of her own hands as they moved towards her mother. Mother dropped the knife and backed away from Frankie. Her hands went up to her face in surprise. The last time Frankie touched her, she sent Frankie packing, in a straight jacket for a nice vacation at Mescatonic Asylum. It took almost as long as Frankie's visit for her own brusies to go away.

"Frankie! What are you doing? Don’t you dare touch me! You know what will happen! I swear I'll call Dr. West right now!"

"Sorry, Mother. I didn’t mean to do it, you know how my hands are, they just "do" things."

"Talk like that will get you right back to the hospital again, do you want me to call Dr. West?"

"Don’t threaten me, mother, I don’t care anymore anyway."

"Look at your hands! You’ve been scrubbing them again! Why, they are beet red and bleeding! Let me see your palms!"

Frankie’s hands turned themselves over to show the palms, deep gouges in them, an ugly red with blood drying at the edges. Suddenly, the hands balled up into fists and struck out, hitting mother in the nose.

"Frankie!" her mother cried out, shocked and backing away, wiping the suddenly spurting blood away from her broken nose and on to her apron.

"Mother! It wasn’t me, the hands did it! I didn’t hit you!"

"Oh! That’s it, young lady! I’m calling Dr. West, he can come and get you and take you back to that institution again! I’m washing my hands of you!"

Frankie could only hear a high pitched screeching in her head, her mother's words were lost to her. Her hands had started to claw at her face, leaving rivers of blood flowing running down her already scared cheeks. The buzzing screech in her head was getting louder but the pain in har face started to ground her again.

Suddenly, her mother’s screams snapped her out of her little world of pain and buzzing, her hands suddenly in front of her, bloody fingers grasping something that she couldn't see. She looked at her mother only to see her mothers hands clawing at mother's throat, trying to pull themsleves away. Mother had four hands. But that couldn't be, that was silly. Looking again, she saw her mothers' own fingers digging into her own flesh, cutting off breath and blood in a crushing grip.

Her mother's hands seemed to be out of control, mother couldn’t get them away from her own throat. Frankie and her mother suddenly fell to the floor, mothers' face swollen and gone purple, tongue bulging out of her mouth. Her body flopped like a fish out of water, jerking, trying to get a last gasp of air to save her. But the hands held on even tighter. The hand’s knuckles had gone white from the intense pressure they had on her throat, digging in deep into mother’s soft, fleshy neck.

Then mother lay still, all life gone out of her. The hands released their prey and a last dead gasp of breath rushed from the body. Frankie just sat there next to her on the floor, absorbing all that she had seen, her own hands now softly stroking her own face. She was suddenly very tired, more tired then she had ever been before. As she started to doze off, a panic grabbed her, adrenalin hit her stomach in a burning flash, her head started to spin.

She always knew she had her mother's hands and look what mother's hands had just done to her mother. All this time she thought she was insane. Maybe she wasn't at all. Her hands did have a life of their own, just like mothers. She now knew what she had to do. Getting up, she walked to the sink. She looked down and saw the open maw of the garbage disposal, black and deep, staring back at her.

Frankie started to ram both hands into the disposal but the fingers hung on to the edges, not letting her carry out her task. She knew she would have to do something before her hands took control of themselves completely and did to her what they had just done to her mother.

Wait, what had she just thought? Her hands didn't kill her mother, did they? Her mothers own hands did it. Didn't they? But she had her mothers' hands. She turned to look at her mother, now quiet and cooling on the floor. Frankie wasn't sure of anything anymore. She started thinking that maybe she should have been taking her pills after all. But first, she had to deal with her hands.

Frankie walked to the door from the kitchen into the garage. An old fashioned heavy wooden garage door that had to be lifted manually still remained even after Frankie's constant picking that they needed to get one of those light weight motorized ones. Now she was glad that mother never listened.

She opened the door half way, putting the rope pull in her teeth and biting down hard. Her fingers were now on the cement floor, right in the path of the door. Frankie yanked down hard and the door came sailing down, crushing her offending hands. Frankie passed out.

She awoke when she heard a noise outside, someone was knocking on the front door and calling out to her mother. Frankie remembered her mother was having a friend over for dinner. Quickly, she got up, ignoring the throbbing pain of her hands. Frankie ran for the kitchen sink. Remembering to turn the water on, like mother always told her to do, she used her mouth to grasp the knob. She used her nose to flip the "On" switch for the disposal.

Slowly, she started to make her hands go into that hole, feeling her finger tips hit the blades, a blinding flash of pain as the blades started to cut through bone, tearing flesh. Further, she stuffed her hands into the running disposal.

The last thing she heard was a far off scream as Mrs. Luth ran into the kitchen and took in the scene before her. As loss of blood started to make her vision fade to a comforting shade of red, she knew this was the right thing to do. After all, she had her mother’s hands, didn't she?

[Sapphirescript]

First one is sorta creepy.. not really..

Second one is funny as a haunted hotel room =P

And the last one is just morbid not really creepy x3.

but I love them all <3