Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Krueger]

PS. I didn't write that story...

[Pika~Kirby]

not yours

[sam sam]

“Go straight to the store and don’t fool around,” his mother said sternly as she handed over the money. “Your father’s boss is coming to dinner tonight and we’re having his favorite meal of liver and onions. It’s important that we make a good impression, so get the best liver they’ve got.”
“I will, Ma,” Tommy sulked. His mother had really been after him since he brought home a failing report card.Tommy grabbed his bicycle from the garage and rode down then street. Then saw his friend Chad. “Come on, Tommy!” Chad called. “The gang’s playing baseball over at the park, and we need a pitcher.”
Immediately, all thoughts of his errand fled from Tommy’s mind. The boys headed towards the park. Tommy pitched a no-hitter to win the game for his team, but by the time it was over, it was dark. Then Tommy remembered his errand. “The liver!” he gasped. “I’ve got to get to the store!”
But, all the local groceries were closed. “My mom’s going to kill me,” he gasped. First the bad report card, and now this! He would be grounded for life.
As he rode home past the cemetery, he got an idea. It was an awful idea, but it would save him from the even more awful fate that awaited him if he came home without a liver. His great-uncle had died a few days ago and had been buried in the cemetery. What harm would it do to remove it? His uncle certainly didn’t need it anymore.
Tommy hurried home as silently as he could and got his father’s shovel. He returned to the cemetery and began digging up his great-uncle’s grave.
That night, his mother cooked up the liver and onions and the boss raved about the meal and had such a good time that he didn’t leave until quite late.
Tommy went to bed that night relieved he had gotten away with it. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow but woke with a start soon after, sure that he had heard a voice.
“Where’s my liver?” A ghostly voice rose up from the staircase, deep and guttural. Tommy gasped in fear and flung himself under the covers as the thud of heavy footsteps reached the top of the steps.
Thump. Thump. Thump. The footsteps drew nearer, until they reached Tommy’s door. “ Who’s got my liver?” the horrible voice asked again.
“Go away. Go away,” Tommy whispered repeatedly. His whole body trembled in terror as once more the voice asked, “Where’s my liver? Who’s got my liver?”
Sheer terror made him suddenly bold. Tommy threw back the covers and found the shriveled white face of his great-uncle right above him. “We ate your liver!” he shouted.
“I know you did, Tommy,” the rotting corpse of his great-uncle said softly, stretching out his bony hands toward the boy’s shaking body. Tommy screamed.
The next morning, Tommy’s parents discovered their son lying dead on top of his bed. His liver had been ripped right out of his body, but the autopsy proved that the boy had already died of fright before his liver was removed.

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Look at this pic I found, except it's Johnny, but still.

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[Chara Dreemurr]

Go to any mirror and put your hand against the glass. Don’t worry, nothing will grab you. Wait. Sometimes it takes half a day, sometimes it takes a moment. But you’ll yank your hand away when you feel it.
Worms or centipedes, who knows? All pressed in tight like there’s no more room on that side, wriggling against your skin. When you pull back, the glass is the same and you’ll be unharmed.
But now you know it’s there.

I tried it, and guess what? It worked.

[Harpy•]

Go to any mirror and put your hand against the glass. Don’t worry, nothing will grab you. Wait. Sometimes it takes half a day, sometimes it takes a moment. But you’ll yank your hand away when you feel it.
Worms or centipedes, who knows? All pressed in tight like there’s no more room on that side, wriggling against your skin. When you pull back, the glass is the same and you’ll be unharmed.
But now you know it’s there.

I tried it, and guess what? It worked.

Did it really work? 'Cause I wanna try it. >D

[KumyaKuma]

Go to any mirror and put your hand against the glass. Don’t worry, nothing will grab you. Wait. Sometimes it takes half a day, sometimes it takes a moment. But you’ll yank your hand away when you feel it.
Worms or centipedes, who knows? All pressed in tight like there’s no more room on that side, wriggling against your skin. When you pull back, the glass is the same and you’ll be unharmed.
But now you know it’s there.

I tried it, and guess what? It worked.

Did it really work? 'Cause I wanna try it. >D

Its all in your head.
Any way still creepy I hate centipedes we have them and the are like huge atleast a foot or more and they are like 1 inch wide and Red with this thick nasty yellow mustard Feets and so ugh!

[sam sam]

Go to any mirror and put your hand against the glass. Don’t worry, nothing will grab you. Wait. Sometimes it takes half a day, sometimes it takes a moment. But you’ll yank your hand away when you feel it.
Worms or centipedes, who knows? All pressed in tight like there’s no more room on that side, wriggling against your skin. When you pull back, the glass is the same and you’ll be unharmed.
But now you know it’s there.

I tried it, and guess what? It worked.

Did it really work? 'Cause I wanna try it. >D

No, it didn't work for me.

[NopesaurusRexx]

Okay my friend told me this about her family who lives in town. It really freaked me out. I am goig to use fake names.

Her aunt and uncle had a boy and it died. They had another boy, Sid, who was in the same room of The boy who had died. His father entered the room and went to sit down on the bed.
"No dad!" Sid said. His dad looked at him and asked why he couldn't sit down.
"Because Joe is laying there."
Sid was born after Joe died and my friend said that he had no knowledge whatsoever of Joe.

I'll post some scary stories that I know a little later.

[darlingdiablo]

Wow gotta keep in tact with these stories LOV EM
I can read/ watch a million scary movies at night and all and not jump or be afriad or have nightmares
Sadly i jump when the toaster pops up for meh poptart x3

[Saamany]

^^ O3O I'm the same way XD. Just its for mai toast. =3. ^^

This is a story my friend and I made up. I am Kat and my friend is Shadow. Its not really that scary, I don't think, but oh well....

After a long day of work, two girls, Shadow and Kat, best friends, decided that they needed to cool down. They
got home, at their farm they shared, and discovered there were multiple rabid rats eating what they had
planned to have for dinner. Annoyed, they took their stainless steal knives from their closet. Kat raised her
knife and slashed at the group of rats. They all scattered in different directions. The two girls watched with
amusement as the rabid rats ran. They then just shrugged to eachother and walked outside. They seemed normal.

Chris, a kid that the two girls were natural enemies with, was meanwhile outside in his own house, trying to
think of any ways to get either of the girls, specificly ONE OF THEM. Kat. Who hated him with all of her guts.
Litteraly. He knew that he would litteraly DIE for her.
Anyway, it was now about 12 in the morning, (Well, as you would say 'at night,') and he was just
settling down to watch one of his favorite TV shows. Then he heard rapid tapping on the door, which was all glass
and see-through. But Chris couldn't see anyone from his seat, since it was already too dark. So he got up from
the couch seat and walked over to the door, which he had locked it. He opened the door, and looked around.
There was nothing and nobody in sight. He watched for a moment longer before hearing a loud crash behind him.
But before Chris had any time to turn around, he felt a stinging pain in his shoulder. That was when he turned.
Chris only got a small glimpse of the shadows before falling to his knees when another horrible pain struck him
in side of the ribcage. Then he blacked out. The last pain that he felt was something eating him from the inside
out.

Chris woke a few hours later, though he had thought that he was dead for sure already. His vision was a bit
blurred for a few moments, then it cleared. He saw two girls that he reconized. One was at his side and he
finally realized that he was tied to a chair. One was also infront of him. "No..Just because I said it..
I don't deserve this! Please, let me go!" Chris had manged to cry out, but they were useless. The one at his
side had pulled out a Golden Desert Eagle and was currently holding it up to his head. The one infront of him
smacked him in the forehead with a crowbar. He screamed briefly, but it was cut off by a blood-chilling sound.
The sound of a gunshot. Then everything went black. But this time, it was forever, not just for a few hours.

Later the cops came to investigate the scene. They looked around at the shattered window, in which the murderers
had entered the house in. They investigated Chris's major injuries.

But it was too bad that they hadn't found the DNA of Shadow and Kat on Chris's bloody shirt in which Kat
had after shot him, choked him with Shadow's help to make sure that Chris was dead forever.