Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Play With Fire]

The Wolf

She snapped awake out of a deep sleep, screaming aloud in terror. In her nightmare, a large white wolf had been chasing her around and around the house, gaining on her with every step until it finally pounced on her and ripped out her throat. She lay shaking for hours, unable to sleep after such a terrifying dream.
But morning finally arrived, and the day was completely normal. Celia forgot all about her dream, until the moment her parents reminded her that they would be going out that night to celebrate their anniversary. Celia turned milk-white. In her dream, the white wolf had come to kill her while her parents were out celebrating their anniversary! She started shaking and begging them not to go. Her parents were astonished at her behavior, and finally shamed her into staying home alone that night.
Fearfully, Celia locked herself into the house as soon as her parents left, checking every door and every window. She tried to laugh it off as she got into bed, and finally she shook off her irrational fear and fell asleep.
Celia snapped awake suddenly, every muscle tense. She heard the tinkling of falling glass from a broken window, and the snuffling sound of a snout pressed to the floor. It was the sound of a hunting wolf. A werewolf. Real wolves did not break into houses when there was plenty of game outside. She could hear the click-clicking of the creature’s claws on the wooden floor. The musky, foul smell of wet animal fur combined with the meaty breath of a carnivore, drifted into the room.
She could hear the werewolf’s panting right outside her bedroom. Then her body was out of bed and she sped through the bathroom and down the back stairs. She heard a soft growl and then the sound of animal feet pursuing her as she raced down the steps and tore open the back door. A glance at the window beside her showed a reflection of the werewolf leaping down the last few steps behind her.
Celia’s feet screamed in protest as she ran painfully across the sharp gravel driveway toward the tool shed with its shovels and baseball bats. Anything she could use as a weapon. But the huge, red-eyed wolf was suddenly between her and the toolshed, stalking toward her. The cold wind pierced her skin as she turned and fled around the side of the house. She gasped as the white wolf howled and took off after her. She could hear the terrifying sound of the creature’s pounding feet.
Faster, faster, she commanded her legs, panting desperately against the fear choking her. She would run around the house and back down the driveway, she thought with the clarity of sheer horror. She felt the wolf snap at her back leg and felt the sting of teeth. She put on speed.
The wolf veered away from her suddenly, and she felt a rush of hope. She couldn’t hear the wolf now, couldn’t see it in the cloud-darkened night. She kept running around the house, heading back toward the tool shed. To her intense relief, she heard the sound of a car coming down the road in front of her house. Her parents were back and would save her from the wolf!
Then her heart stopped in panic as she turned the last corner and saw the shape of the white wolf as it stood balanced on the porch railing right in front of her. It sprang upon Celia, huge teeth tearing into her flesh and ripping out her throat. She fell under the weight of its body, hot blood spilling all over the ground, and died seconds after she hit the ground. One minute later, her parent's car pulled into the driveway, its headlights blinding the white wolf as it pulled toward the house. Frightened, the wolf backed away from its kill and then ran away.

Found Here

[Pika~Kirby]

i cant read it

[Chara Dreemurr]

0.0

I wouldn't spam...

[Pika~Kirby]

i should have said this but when i put 0.0 i never knew what was said.

[mia-mae]

OMG these stories are dead scary lol

[mia-mae]

Freaky!!!

i dont get why it said good job you didnt turn on the lights ????

[Mayiamaru]

Forgive me if this has already been told, but I have one that I'd like to share:
Two teenagers were driving down a long abandoned road, heading for a college party 20 miles away. They were talking happily and listening to the radio when an emergency message came on the radio.
Local Police are warning all peoples to stay inside. Earlier today a body, hanging from a tree, was found and the police say the killer is still on the loose. I repeat, he is still on the loose. Stay inside!!!
The kids were startled, but continued on, shrugging it off. They continued to drive and around 5 miles later another message came on the radio.
We have now been updated on the murder. The killer is still dangerous and armed, and police are warning people in the area to keep watch.
Now the two kids were getting scared.
"Perhaps we should turn back," said the girl. The guy considered, but shook his head laughing.
"Come on!" he said. "How likely are we to get hung in a car???"
The girl, still uncertain, agreed. Around 5 miles later, the couple heard a few small thumps before the car broke down completely. Now the girl was terrified.
"Wait here while I go see what is wrong," said the boy, about to leave. But the girl grabbed him.
"What if the hanger comes?" she asked. The boy said,
"How about this. I'll knock three times when I'm done, so you'll know it's me. If somebody tries to enter, but doesn't knock three times, you'll know it isn't me, and you can keep the doors locked."
The girl agreed and the boy left her. She crawled to the back of the car, and hid. Around 10 minutes later she heard the first knock. She held her breath, chills running down her spine. Then she heard a second knock. She started to feel better. When she heard the third knock, she felt much better. She started to get up when she heard two more knocks, closer together this time. She reached in her pocket and called the cops.
Ten minutes later, when the cops arrived, they called her out. When she got out, she saw her boyfriend's body hanging from a tree above the car. His foot was repeatedly hitting the roof of the car, creating a knocking sound.

^^^This isn't mine, I found it in a book (what book is unknown, sorry) And yes, I wrote the part above, but the story is NOT mine! Thanks! And again, sorry if it was mentioned :3

lol Nice XD I posted a version a few pages back. I got mine out of a book too I got it out of a book either called Short and Shivery Stories or Even More Short and Shivery Stories.

[KumyaKuma]

THESE ARE AWSOME STORIES!!!

[Mayiamaru]

I know right? ^_^ Oh I've got two. Once is kind of the plot line from a song called Madness of Duke Venomania. and this first on is kind of old, but enjoy :P

.:Scared to Death:.

Cindy was turning sixteen today. Her and five of her closest friends were just outside of the house where everyone else was partying. Matt, Kyle, Randa, Milly and Sadie were with Cindy, only three of them holding flashlights. Cindy had her eye on Matt for a long time, but Sadie was a little fresh with him, ever since they got to the party. Randa noticed this and tried to change the mood a little with a story that her father had told her.
"You know that cemetary that is about a block from here? My dad told me that at midnight, every night, that a ghost sits on Mr. Hallsworthy's grave." Randa said, a little gittery as she spoke. It was the only thing she could think of to break the tension.
Sadie replied in an instant, clutching onto Matt with a cunning smile. "Yeah, I've heard of it. I heard my neighbour barking at her kids to keep away from that cemetary, but I think it's just a big hoax." She said, trying to gain a little comment from Matt about her bravery.
Unfortunately, Cindy concocked her own plan from that one comment. "If you are so brave, then why don't you go there and touch the tombstone." She said, smiling a fake friendly smile that hid her ill intentions.
Immediately, Sadie grinned back, grabbing Matt's hand. "Fine. Come on Matt." She said with a smile, but Cindy added, "You have to go alone.", with a pout.
"How will we know that she actually went?" Milly asked.
"Hmph. Matt, give her your flashlight. Kyle, you have your dagger right?" Cindy asked.
With a nod, Kyle handed it to her. A dagger with a bright blue pommel and sleek silvery blade.
"Plant the dagger at the tomb so we know you were there and you can't use the flashlight while you're in the cemetary." Cindy said, handing Sadie the sheathed dagger and the flashlight.
Sadie was hesitant. "I-I don't know..." She muttered, looking up at Matt. "Can't I take someone with-"
"Fine. I'll go with you then, but only up to the gate." Cindy said, anticipating just that.
Sadie began to pout, but her pride was on the line, so she took the dagger and the light and began to walk. "Fine..." She huffed, Cindy following, her angry grin appearing on her face as they walked.

They had finally gotten to the cemetary, Cindy taking the flashlight and standing at the gate, waiting for Sadie to go in. It was a quiet walk, and Sadie had gone into the cemetary without hesitation.
"There is nothing to be afraid of... N-Nothing..." Sadie said quietly.
Sadie felt around, the dampened ground squishing beneath her shoes and the moisture making her dress a little heavy. Suddenly, she tripped over a stone and fell at the foot of Mr. Hogsworthy's grave, looking up at it with the dim moon light gleaming off of it. Unsheathing the blade, she stabbed it into the ground, a wave of relief washing over her as she began to leave, but... why couldn't she move? She pulled and pulled, but she just didn't budge. She started to run, but something was holding her back. She began to scream for help and tripped, clawing at the ground and trying to get away. She couldn't move...

Back at the entrance of the cemetary, Cindy was just about to go in and run to the tombstone to scare Sadie, but that blood-curtlinf scream sent Cindy retreating back to the house.
"Guys!! Get my dad!! NOW!!!" Cindy yelled urgently. Once Cindy's dad came out, she lead them to the cemetary and through the gate, a rifle in Cindy's father's hands.
"Sadie!" They all called again and again. Finally, they reached Mr. Hogsworthy's grave. Sadie lay beside the grave with widdened eyes and the bottom of her dress pinned to the ground by Kyles silver dagger. Sadie was dead, killed by her own fear.


Not really that scary, but I found it interesting :P
.:Devil's Lair:.
A man of great beauty sat upon his throne in his castle, surrounded by women who were drawn by his beauty. He watched as the girls would dance for him day by day. One day, the girl who ridiculed him as a child came to his doorstep. His face a thing that many laughed at and a thing that she would giggle at. A dark reminder, but a fresh pace in his mind.
As a child, this man was picked on and shunned for he was decribed to be hideous by his peers. He burned his old portraits and was born anew. A handsome face yet a horrible way of life. This man was responsible for the disappearance of many women of his town. One by one, women of all ages would come to him.
One unfaithful day, another beautiful woman comes to this man. Locked into an affectionate embrace, the woman pulls away, leaving the man's chest dyed with blood and sweat. Soon, that concoction turned to purple and the woman pulled off her hair to show her identity as a man. "You will die, Devil, and I will reclaim my love."
Mocking words that came to the man's fading hearing and flooding chest. In droves, the women of the manor came to their senses and ran off, disappearing from the devil's keep. The last to leave was the man's childhood bully. The girl who came to his door step that he forever remembered. She only stopped for a second, the vanished behind the door, the man's eyes clouding with tears as he reached out. His final thought flooded his mind while he tried to reach her.

I never got to tell you that I love you.

[Jinx.]

Freaky!!!

i dont get why it said good job you didnt turn on the lights ????

I think it's saying that the character wouldn't want to see her roommate being murdered or already murdered in the middle of the night