Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[dannydevito]

Ahh well i have most of the HTF dolls.

Well anyway back on topic guys XD

[silentthecandiekitty]

Happy Tree Friends....Yeah, that's creepy xD I'm familiar with it, but was it a little kid's show or a cartoon network show? When I first saw that pic above I was like, "Eh, cartoon network funnies." But if you look more closely at his evil side....some people could actually find that terrifying. I had to stare at him for a few minutes until I could see how creepy he was. -shiver- I refuse to scroll up the page.

So this isn't spam....this is too very true, and it happens to me every night if I'm not asleep before 6 am in my bed.

When I go to bed, one side of the mattress leads off to the rest of my room, there's nothing blocking me. Then, on the opposite side, there's a wall. Now, if you leave that room and go to that wall's opposite side (in the kitchen) you can see there's about maybe a small desklengths space in the actual wall there. So, back in my room, (and I've tested this too many times, my bed doesn't move) if you push it a bit, the wall will bend inward, which shows that the space is empty inside it. Now, here comes what creeps me out. If I'm up, like, really late and I should be asleep, I'll hear quiet tapping in that wall next to my bed. If I ignore it, the tapping gets louder. This is why I miss sharing that room with my little brother >.< It used to be a bunk bed, but me and my friend where on the top (my part of the bed) once, and she was like, jumping or something and broke the entire bed. As in, the rim that the wood bars would balance on splintered in half. Now I'm just, terrified. Ugh, it's not fun.

[Lizzi Noelliz]

What happens if you don't ignore it?

[sarcasteil]

Isn't there a room behind the wall?

[Jinx.]

Ok, I was bored, so I made up a story. Here goes...
_
It was only meant to be a prank. I didn't want it to turn out this way. What happened was devastating. This is the first time I have shared it with anyone.
There is this new girl in our class. Her name was Amy. I always wondered why Amy was afraid of getting her photo taken. She never turned up for school photos, she never lets anyone take a photo of her. One day I decided to test Amy's 'camera-phobia' and see exactly what she does when she gets a photo taken. What can I say? I'm a curious person. My friend, Shari, and I made a plan. I would invite Amy over to my house on a Saturday. Shari would hide in the attic and I would get Amy into the attic somehow. Then, Shari was to jump out and take a photo of Amy. It was just a harmless prank. So, I invited her over to my house and Amy agreed to come. That Saturday, I set everything up. Amy loves animals, you see. So I put my dog in the darkened attic just before Amy came over. Then Shari hid with the camera behind a pile of boxes in the attic. I remember sitting, waiting impatiently on the sofa, wishing Amy would hurry up and get here. Then, the doorbell rang. I sprung up and answered the door. Amy stood there holding all of her stuff.
"Hey, come on in," I said. She came in and dumped her stuff on the floor. She noticed my dogs food bowl on the floor.
"You have a dog?" she asked.
"Yeah. He's in the attic. You wanna see him?" I asked her. She nodded eagerly and I led her to the attic. I was silently laughing. This was going to be so funny. I opened the door to the attic and turned on the light. My dog came bounding up to us.
"Oh, he's lovely!" Amy said.
"Shari, NOW!" I yelled. Amy looked at me in confusion. Shari jumped out and snapped a photo. As soon as the photo was taken, the light blew. We were standing in pitch-black darkness. My dog whimpered and shot out the door. I was close behind him, but the door slammed shut when I reached it. I turned, but I couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, a deep, demonic voice filled the room.
"What...have...you...DONE!" it screamed. I could hear Shari calling my name. Suddenly, the room flashed, like lightning, and I saw what was happening. Shari was cowering in the corner. Above her, a horrible figure was floating and staring at me. It had a tattered dress on, pointy needle-like teeth, sharp claws for nails and blood dripping down it's face. It's face was twisted into a malicious, angry, hateful expression. It looked at me and said, "Look...what...you...have...done...to...me!"
I screamed and covered my head with my hands as it came flying towards me. I don't know what happened next. I blacked out. I remember waking in the hospital. My arm was broken, I was covered in scratches and I had a deep scratch on my cheek that went down to the bone. My mum came over to me when I woke up. She delivered that news.
"Shari's dead," she said, her face streaked with tears. "She was stabbed by something sharp. They didn't find Amy."
"Mum," I said. I had an important question to ask. "Did you find a camera in the attic?"
Without a word, Mum pulled a camera out of her handbag. I took it from her hands. It was covered in blood. I turned it on and looked at the last picture taken. I screamed and dropped the thing.
On the screen was the picture of Amy sitting next to my dog. But where Amy should have been was a girl with needle-sharp teeth and blood dripping down her face...
_
Yeah. Not very good, I know.

[Morningpaw11]

Ok, I was bored, so I made up a story. Here goes...
_
It was only meant to be a prank. I didn't want it to turn out this way. What happened was devastating. This is the first time I have shared it with anyone.
There is this new girl in our class. Her name was Amy. I always wondered why Amy was afraid of getting her photo taken. She never turned up for school photos, she never lets anyone take a photo of her. One day I decided to test Amy's 'camera-phobia' and see exactly what she does when she gets a photo taken. What can I say? I'm a curious person. My friend, Shari, and I made a plan. I would invite Amy over to my house on a Saturday. Shari would hide in the attic and I would get Amy into the attic somehow. Then, Shari was to jump out and take a photo of Amy. It was just a harmless prank. So, I invited her over to my house and Amy agreed to come. That Saturday, I set everything up. Amy loves animals, you see. So I put my dog in the darkened attic just before Amy came over. Then Shari hid with the camera behind a pile of boxes in the attic. I remember sitting, waiting impatiently on the sofa, wishing Amy would hurry up and get here. Then, the doorbell rang. I sprung up and answered the door. Amy stood there holding all of her stuff.
"Hey, come on in," I said. She came in and dumped her stuff on the floor. She noticed my dogs food bowl on the floor.
"You have a dog?" she asked.
"Yeah. He's in the attic. You wanna see him?" I asked her. She nodded eagerly and I led her to the attic. I was silently laughing. This was going to be so funny. I opened the door to the attic and turned on the light. My dog came bounding up to us.
"Oh, he's lovely!" Amy said.
"Shari, NOW!" I yelled. Amy looked at me in confusion. Shari jumped out and snapped a photo. As soon as the photo was taken, the light blew. We were standing in pitch-black darkness. My dog whimpered and shot out the door. I was close behind him, but the door slammed shut when I reached it. I turned, but I couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, a deep, demonic voice filled the room.
"What...have...you...DONE!" it screamed. I could hear Shari calling my name. Suddenly, the room flashed, like lightning, and I saw what was happening. Shari was cowering in the corner. Above her, a horrible figure was floating and staring at me. It had a tattered dress on, pointy needle-like teeth, sharp claws for nails and blood dripping down it's face. It's face was twisted into a malicious, angry, hateful expression. It looked at me and said, "Look...what...you...have...done...to...me!"
I screamed and covered my head with my hands as it came flying towards me. I don't know what happened next. I blacked out. I remember waking in the hospital. My arm was broken, I was covered in scratches and I had a deep scratch on my cheek that went down to the bone. My mum came over to me when I woke up. She delivered that news.
"Shari's dead," she said, her face streaked with tears. "She was stabbed by something sharp. They didn't find Amy."
"Mum," I said. I had an important question to ask. "Did you find a camera in the attic?"
Without a word, Mum pulled a camera out of her handbag. I took it from her hands. It was covered in blood. I turned it on and looked at the last picture taken. I screamed and dropped the thing.
On the screen was the picture of Amy sitting next to my dog. But where Amy should have been was a girl with needle-sharp teeth and blood dripping down her face...
_
Yeah. Not very good, I know.

That's awesome, actually! Creepy too. O.o o.O

[Distant_Hybrid]

Ok, I was bored, so I made up a story. Here goes...
_
It was only meant to be a prank. I didn't want it to turn out this way. What happened was devastating. This is the first time I have shared it with anyone.
There is this new girl in our class. Her name was Amy. I always wondered why Amy was afraid of getting her photo taken. She never turned up for school photos, she never lets anyone take a photo of her. One day I decided to test Amy's 'camera-phobia' and see exactly what she does when she gets a photo taken. What can I say? I'm a curious person. My friend, Shari, and I made a plan. I would invite Amy over to my house on a Saturday. Shari would hide in the attic and I would get Amy into the attic somehow. Then, Shari was to jump out and take a photo of Amy. It was just a harmless prank. So, I invited her over to my house and Amy agreed to come. That Saturday, I set everything up. Amy loves animals, you see. So I put my dog in the darkened attic just before Amy came over. Then Shari hid with the camera behind a pile of boxes in the attic. I remember sitting, waiting impatiently on the sofa, wishing Amy would hurry up and get here. Then, the doorbell rang. I sprung up and answered the door. Amy stood there holding all of her stuff.
"Hey, come on in," I said. She came in and dumped her stuff on the floor. She noticed my dogs food bowl on the floor.
"You have a dog?" she asked.
"Yeah. He's in the attic. You wanna see him?" I asked her. She nodded eagerly and I led her to the attic. I was silently laughing. This was going to be so funny. I opened the door to the attic and turned on the light. My dog came bounding up to us.
"Oh, he's lovely!" Amy said.
"Shari, NOW!" I yelled. Amy looked at me in confusion. Shari jumped out and snapped a photo. As soon as the photo was taken, the light blew. We were standing in pitch-black darkness. My dog whimpered and shot out the door. I was close behind him, but the door slammed shut when I reached it. I turned, but I couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, a deep, demonic voice filled the room.
"What...have...you...DONE!" it screamed. I could hear Shari calling my name. Suddenly, the room flashed, like lightning, and I saw what was happening. Shari was cowering in the corner. Above her, a horrible figure was floating and staring at me. It had a tattered dress on, pointy needle-like teeth, sharp claws for nails and blood dripping down it's face. It's face was twisted into a malicious, angry, hateful expression. It looked at me and said, "Look...what...you...have...done...to...me!"
I screamed and covered my head with my hands as it came flying towards me. I don't know what happened next. I blacked out. I remember waking in the hospital. My arm was broken, I was covered in scratches and I had a deep scratch on my cheek that went down to the bone. My mum came over to me when I woke up. She delivered that news.
"Shari's dead," she said, her face streaked with tears. "She was stabbed by something sharp. They didn't find Amy."
"Mum," I said. I had an important question to ask. "Did you find a camera in the attic?"
Without a word, Mum pulled a camera out of her handbag. I took it from her hands. It was covered in blood. I turned it on and looked at the last picture taken. I screamed and dropped the thing.
On the screen was the picture of Amy sitting next to my dog. But where Amy should have been was a girl with needle-sharp teeth and blood dripping down her face...
_
Yeah. Not very good, I know.

My new favorite story! <3

[Jinx.]

Thanks guys

[KumyaKuma]

It was pretty awsome.Didn't you know when you take a picture of some one you capture a bit of their soul?

(I heard that from a scary story XD)

[Jinx.]

Yeah, I've heard that. Another story from CreepyPasta: Sucidemouse.avi. WATCH THE YOUTUBE CLIPS! SCARY AS HECK!
Suicidemouse.avi
EDIT: Here is the supposedly 'original' video: Click!