Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[.:Ryuzaki:.]

Well...I'm not sure if you should trust him or not.... ((I'm getting off topic, sorry everyone!!! I'll stop now.))

[mazel1999]

some of these are funny

[Jinx.]

yeah... some of these are hilarious... some of them...

[van]

Here's something i thought up just a moment ago. None of it's real.

Lisa walked along with her dog down to the park, like always. Every evening in the summer, at sunset, she'd walk down the street to the park and play with her dog until it was dark, then go back home. Today, though, it was raining.

She grabbed her dog's leash and started back, then realized she forgot the frizbee that she tossed around for her dog. She knew her dog wouldn't like it if she forgot it, so she started to go back, tying the leash to a tree. "I'll be back in a minute, Pups." She said, smiling brightly, and ran off to the park to grab the toy.

About two minutes later, sshe came back with the toy, and walked up to the tree. The leash was gone.

"Very funny, Pups. Come on, here boy! I got your frizbeeeee!" She called, but when Pups didn't show up, she started to get worried. Then she saw a small drop of blood fall with the rain, and looked up at the tree.

There, she saw Pups, or, at least, what seemed to be Pups. All the skin was inside out, bones were sticking out, and the poor dog's heart was hanging fron a single vain. It wwas still pulsing, and the dog was making short, gurgling sounds of pain. She screamed loudly.

Then, she heard the voice of something.

"You said you'd be back in a minute. You lied. You were gone for two." Came the voice of something.

When her parents came to find her, they found an inside out, dead girl, clutching the leash to an almost dead dog.

wow... that was...... -no words- o__O

[.:Ryuzaki:.]

Here's something i thought up just a moment ago. None of it's real.

Lisa walked along with her dog down to the park, like always. Every evening in the summer, at sunset, she'd walk down the street to the park and play with her dog until it was dark, then go back home. Today, though, it was raining.

She grabbed her dog's leash and started back, then realized she forgot the frizbee that she tossed around for her dog. She knew her dog wouldn't like it if she forgot it, so she started to go back, tying the leash to a tree. "I'll be back in a minute, Pups." She said, smiling brightly, and ran off to the park to grab the toy.

About two minutes later, sshe came back with the toy, and walked up to the tree. The leash was gone.

"Very funny, Pups. Come on, here boy! I got your frizbeeeee!" She called, but when Pups didn't show up, she started to get worried. Then she saw a small drop of blood fall with the rain, and looked up at the tree.

There, she saw Pups, or, at least, what seemed to be Pups. All the skin was inside out, bones were sticking out, and the poor dog's heart was hanging fron a single vain. It wwas still pulsing, and the dog was making short, gurgling sounds of pain. She screamed loudly.

Then, she heard the voice of something.

"You said you'd be back in a minute. You lied. You were gone for two." Came the voice of something.

When her parents came to find her, they found an inside out, dead girl, clutching the leash to an almost dead dog.

wow... that was...... -no words- o__O

Sheesh, tell me about it.... o.O scary...

[Araviir]

oooh, here's one!:
Back in the 1980s when red phone boxes were everywhere in England, the Wombles were number three in the charts, and Sylvester McCoy was Doctor Who; a young would-be actress went to an audition for a kid's math show. While waiting to go in, she got into a heated argument with one of the other actors about how appropriate her neck-line was for a kid's show. She was upset but it didn't hurt her performance.

She wasn't successful, but then three weeks later the studio called and asked if she'd like to take the job after all. The first choice presenter (the young man she'd been arguing with) had died in what they would only describe as 'a bizarre accident in a phone box'.

She did six hours work, which consisted of chanting about math formulas and cutting bits of paper into squares. The show was such rubbish that it never aired, but she made an impression on the management, and went on to work on BBC kids shows including "Blue Peter".

Eight years later the girl had been married then divorced and had two kids. Her boy was about five and she also had a baby girl. She was staying at home with the children one evening when she heard a bizarre news story: a body had been stolen from a nearby graveyard and she recognised the name of the corpse but couldn't remember where from.

She was pondering this when the phone rang, and a voice at the other end said: "The curse was mine and now it's yours, cutting souls up into scores." Unsurprisingly, this freaked her out a bit...

Knowing that there was very little she could do about a prank call, she went upstairs and checked on her kids in their separate rooms, then made a cup of tea and watched some more TV.

The phone rang again, and this time the voice said "Cutting the squares, cutting the squares; One by one, one by one" this really freaked her out, being a direct quote from the math show she'd done all those years ago. She immediately realized who that missing body was, the man whose place she'd taken. She hung up the phone and tried to dial 999 for the police when she heard her little boy scream. As she ran up the stairs the voice at the other end of the phone said "Cutting the squares, cutting the squares; Two by two, two by two"

In her baby's room was a cot full of what looked like steak tartar... in perfect 1cm x 1cm cubes.

In her boy's room the bed was also filled with perfect cubes of fresh meat, this time 2cm x 2cm. As she looked at this horrific sight, she spotted one of her little boy's eyes staring back at her from a square of flesh.

She raced away from the manic laughter on her own telephone outside and into a red box, as she lifted the handset a voice said "Cutting the squares, cutting the squares; one by one, two by two; now who's next? how about you!" at which point the glass in the phone box imploded, cutting her into perfect 3cm x 3cm cubes.

The next day the body of the man who's place she'd taken was returned to it's grave site. Although it was clear that they'd got the right body back, the mortician who examined it was still highly perplexed by it's appearance. When the man had been buried originally he'd been so mutilated they'd had to identify him by dental records, and now he seemed whole and near-perfectly preserved, except for the strange lines of scars, making a grid of perfect 4cm x 4cm squares all over his skin.

[mazel1999]

wow sscary

[chagups]

Ok guys I'm gonna be gone for about 3 weeks to catch up on school so my best friend on here bellachewybillie will be takin over and she knows some scary stories sleep well and make sure you check Your bed.......

[Bellachewybillie]

thanks for bumping i couldnet find it any where so guys heres a scary storyvmade up not true no im bella not selcia


My name is Selcia and I'm 17 years old. This scary event happened to me when I was only ten years old, but I still remember it...I am so freakin scared, thinking about what had happened 7 years ago.

Anyways, I was playing dolls in my house when I heard a soft voice whisper behind my ear. I shivered, but I ignored it at first, thinking it was just a breeze coming from the window. I looked at the windows and saw to my shock that they weren't open. But I forgot about it, later on. It was onlyl a few minutes later, when I heard someone whisper in my ears again. This time, I could make out the words.

"Celia, Celia, Celia." I looked around, but there was no one there. Then suddenly, I saw a little girl my age looking at me. She had a red skirt on with a white blouse. She looked pretty, if only her eyes weren't so dark and creepy. It almost looked like she had no eyeballs. Her mouth opened, and I only saw a black hole in it.
She called out, "Celia, celia, celia........ come in... to... the cellar."
It was so scary to listen to her dry and shivering voice. But I just stood still and listened to her. She then disappeared. I then opened the door and walked down the cellar stairs.

I saw the little girl again, and this time she was pointing at the ancient looking wall. She motioned with her hands as if she was tearing something down. I was confused, so I went back upstairs. I went in the kitchen to look for mother. I found her at the table and told her about the little girl. She grew pale, death pale, after I described how the girl looked like. She became frenzied and so scared I felt like I wanted to cry. But she shushed me and asked where the girl was. I told her down in the cellar and we both went down there.

I said that the red skirt girl was making tearing motions at the wall and my mother grew even more frantic. She called some carpenters and asked them to tear down the wall in the cellar. They came that same day and soon broke the wall. Inside, we found a small skeleton with a torn white blouse and red skirt. I was scared as h*** at that time.

My mother started to cry, saying how her little sister, Rose, disappeared wearing those same clothes and how everyone was upset, except for her uncle. He was acting more scared and nervous at the time, then upset.

We then went to mothers uncle's house and found him there. When we told him about the hidden body, he nearly fainted, but wouldn't say anything. Finally, he broke down and said that he tried to molest the little girl when no one was looking, and Rose tried to run away. He was afraid that she would rat him out so he killed her and hid her body behind the wall of the cellar.

[Bellachewybillie]

not me a story i herd

I was having a hard time accepting my little brother's death, I just couldn't believe he was gone and I didn't want to, but reality has a way of making us face things we'd rather not.

My mother was gone for the night with one of her boyfriends, none of my other brother's were home. I stayed up all night going through pictures of my family, trying to see where he took the wrong turn. But in each picture he looked happy, like always. My brother was in a lot of pain and I never once saw it. I was too wrapped up in my pain and sorrow. I went into the bathroom and grabbed my razor, I wanted to end it. It was my fault my brother was gone.

I was barely alive, but I swear it's true. I saw my little brother walk through the bathroom door, and sit down by me, he wrapped up my bleeding arms "keep on going, even if it hurts, walk on." he said. He called for help and in no time I was in an ambulance on my way to the hospital.

When I was awake, the nurse came in, I asked her how I got there, she told me my little brother called for an ambulance, she placed a picture in my hand and said he wanted me to have this. I looked at it and saw that it was a picture of us when I was five and he was a baby. I told her it couldn't be because my brother was dead.

I guess my brother didn't want me to die. Every now and then when I can't take life anymore and want to end it he arrives and tells me the same thing he did that night. Go On.