Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Distant_Hybrid]

Just Highlight It And It Will Be Blue!

[Villalobos]

i read it when i quoted it XD

[dinofan247]

Stay Out Of The Attic.

Bella sat on her bed. Her blonde hair pulled in tight pigtails. Her freshly painted nails danced across the page as she wrote. She felt uneasy. Like a person was watching her, so she closed her blinds then she happliy returned back to her report. About two hours later her mother called. "Bella are you okay." The girl laughed and replyed "Yes mother." She hung up. The girl sat the report in her bag. She walked downstairs grabbing a bag of cheetos. The phone rang. She picked up expecting her mother. A faint voice spoke, "Hello, Isabella Maria. I've been watching you. Call you mother and stay out of the attic." They girl hung up before trotting upstairs thinking nothing of the phone call. The phone rang again she trotted to the kitchen grabbing the kitchen phone. "Hello." She said happliy. The faint voice rang out, "Call your mother Isabella. Be a good girl and stay out of the attic." The girl hung up calling her mother. The phone line was down. "Werid." She said. She walked upstair taking the phone with her. The phone rang again. "Isabella, better call the police. Stay out of the attic Bella." The faint voice laughed. Tired of games she walked into the attic. Nothing there she locked up the attic just to be sure. She looked up seeing a hooded figure. She let out a faint cry before the figure stuck a knife into her chest. The figure laughed before whispering "I told you. Stay out of the attic."

Like it?

omg that is creepy at least its not as bad as what happened when i was baby sitting

[Malevolent]

Tell us what happened when you were babysittin'! :3

[dinofan247]

My creepy babby sitting

I arived at lillys and trents (the older brother who was two years older than me)house he went in his room and listened to music on his ipod. Lily the good child watched her dara explora that was recorded on the tv. I got a call on my cell phone so i answered it thinking it was the parents since they got new numbers i answered it and heard an old mans voice saying "you know its to cold in there to be wearing shorts and a tank top"i hung up and locked all the doors and windows.A minute later i remembered the window across from the couch i ran to looked out of to see an old man peering in i screamed and locked the window i put the curtains down got lily and told her brother to watch her. I called the cops and waited a sec after i hung up i got a call it was the old man i answered still thinking it was the parents "can you open the door i have secret to tell you" i hung up quikly and went to the window to see the man i yelled at the top of my lungs "you stupid old man get away i called the cops" soon after i said that the cops showed up and the parents. The cops caught him and sentenced him to 2 years sadly but the parents were grateful the kids were fine and iwas to.
(sorry it took me forever to write it and i was typing fast so yeah but its a true story hopecd you liked it)

[Malevolent]

Yay! :3

[dinofan247]

lol

[Malevolent]

(I read this on a website i saw while looking through random pics i can use in Role plays and i found it kinda creepy)

I have been experiencing ghosts and paranormal things since I was young. I grew up in a house that had ghosts around it all the time, so when I moved out of it, I figured I would never experience it again. I was wrong.

When a bad storm hit and forced me to move with my kids out of the house we were living in, we had no choice but to move into my future brother-in-law’s house. It is a nice house, big with a large yard, but right next door is a small family cemetery. It’s a very sad place. Most that are buried in there are infants, some that were stillborn and others that passed away shortly after birth. Most were buried in the late 1880s. There is one grave of a child that is way older than the others, however. He was three when he passed away.

Anyways, things were fine while staying at my brother-in-law’s. The kids got settled into new surroundings and new routines. After everything started to get smooth, some things started to happen. One day when I was downstairs lying on the couch with my youngest daughter, I noticed a movement. At first I thought it was my youngest son, but then it dawned on me that he, as with the other kids, were at school. So I stayed on the couch and just closed my eyes. I felt this feeling of someone watching me, so I opened my eyes. There on the staircase looking through the bars on the stairs was a little boy in an orange hooded sweatshirt. He was small with brown hair and big brown eyes and was just sitting there smiling at me. The first name that came to my head was that of my youngest son, so I yelled out my son’s name, and the little boy stopped smiling and got up and ran up the stairs. I laid there for a minute then got up and put my daughter down, then went upstairs to see what was going on. I checked all the rooms and even in the usual hiding spots and there was no sign of the little boy. I just shrugged it off and went about the day and the next few days like usual.

Then one night, when all the kids were in bed asleep, I went downstairs to get some water and I noticed that all the little toy cars my boys were playing with were on the fireplace hearth and were lined up in a perfect line. I thought maybe one of the boys didn’t pick up his toys, so I picked up the cars, put them up, then walked into the kitchen. I was in there for maybe two minutes and when I walked out, the cars were out again! I put them up again and walked to the stairs. When I turned my back to make the turn to go up the stairs, I heard the squeak of the tires of one of the cars. When I looked again, all the cars were out all over the living room! I got mad and went and picked up the cars again, but this time I said in a low voice that only I could hear, “It’s late and time for bed. No more time for play—go to sleep.” Then I got up and went upstairs to sleep.

In the morning, my brother-in-law and boyfriend were up before us, and I could hear them talking about the kids not putting up the toys. After they left, the kids got up and were getting ready, and when we got downstairs, I saw what my boyfriend and brother-in-law saw. All the cars were out on the fireplace in a nice long line. I told the boys to pick up the cars, then finished up my morning routine; I was home alone again.

This time things got weirder. My youngest son had a remote control car, and the thing went off. It was driving all over the place and the control was next to me on the couch with the switch positioned to off. I just ignored it and went about my day. Later, I was lying on the couch again with my daughter and I saw him again. This time he was at the foot of the couch. He looked so sad. At first I thought, “I’m sleep deprived. I’m seeing things.” So I closed my eyes and opened them and he was still there. I figured, what the heck, I’ll talk to him. I asked him, “Are you okay?” He said no. I asked him if he needed something, and he said no. I asked him if he wanted something. He said yes. I felt a little uneasy when he answered that question. I took a deep breath in and asked him, “What do you want?” He looked at me and said, “I’m sleepy—can I lay down with you, Mommy?”

Now that did freak me out a little, because the ghosts I grew up with never really talked to me much, if at all, so this ghost talking to me was making me a little nervous. I took another deep breath and said the unthinkable—“You can come and lay down with me, but when you go to sleep, I’m going to have to put you to bed like I do with the baby.” He said, “It’s okay, Mommy, I just can’t sleep without my cuddle time.” At one point I got a little uneasy, but then I felt so bad and my maternal instinct kicked in. I laid down on the couch and said, “Come, it’s time to sleep.”

He came closer, and then I could feel him on the couch, then his cold hand on my stomach. The whole time I had my eyes closed, and when I felt him touch my stomach, I looked down and saw him lying there, looking at me with a smile on his face, then he closed his eyes and he was gone. I told my boyfriend about this and he said that I was just seeing things. So, finally, one day I decided to go and look in the cemetery to see what the little boy’s name was, and what I saw was a shock. I actually looked closer and saw that the little boy’s middle name was that of my son’s first name, and there was one of the covers that cover a picture of the deceased. I lifted it up and saw the little boy. I freaked out a little, but then I felt kind of relieved, because since that afternoon he has not been seen, and I think that all he wanted was someone to cuddle with him just one last time.

[dinofan247]

oh my gosh im ganna cry

[climbing{the}world]

Hey, I'm gona be active on here! Sorry.... XD This one is called...
Don't Turn On The Light

She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went downstairs to study . . . and study . . . and study some more.
It was two o’clock, when she realized that she’d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a dramatic sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her third-floor dorm room.
The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her roommate.

The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.

She could hear Jenna breathing on the far side of the room—a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running. Jenna must have picked up a cold during the last tense week before finals.

She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.

Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could.

Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and studied until six o’clock. She finally decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours’ sleep before her nine o’clock exam.

The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Jenna. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Jenna was spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.

Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.

Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend’s arms.

On the wall above her bed, written in her roommate’s blood, were the words: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”