Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Xelinator]

Be carefull reading this. I reccomend the easily-frightened to look away.

Blink Once, Blink Twice, Your the Sacrifice ©.


I layed back against my wall. What did someone have to do for some fun? Me, mum, my big brother and my little sis were on holiday. We got this note in our door inviting us to Sorcerer's Island. We asked Jester and Kate, our right neighbours, if they got such a note., They had said "No." So had our left neighbours and the whole town and my whole Grammar School.

My mum walked i nthe room. "Hey Rocker." her high-pitched voice cackled. "My name is Rocky mum. You don't know me at all!" I boomed. Me mum sighed. "What's wrong with you today?"
I turned to face my wall and my black and red hair covered my beautfiul, perfect hazel brown eyes. "I'm so bored..." I murmered. My mum put her hand on my shoulder. "Well they said in the note they put a skateboard in the cupboard just for you, Rocky." my mum grinned. She got up and walked towards the large timber cupboard. Her hand placed onto the knob and tugged. "Rocky, did you lock this?" she asked. She wentover to my desk and took the key. he put it in the lock... "NO!" I yelled extremely loudly. My mum closed her eyes. "Rocky, please don't tell me your still afraid of cupboards..." my mum sighed.

I opened my eyes slightly wider, but needn't reply, for my mum had once again sighed. "Rocky, you were afraid of them when you were six. Your thirteen now. Don't do this now..." my mum groaned. I turned at look at her, a strong scowl on my fce. My perfect brown eyes glinted with a small, warm glow, but I said nothing.

As my mum let out a grunt, she had left the room. I sighed boredly. "We'll see who's afraid of cupboards..." I spat. I got up, moving my long fridge out of my eyes with my teal clip. I slowly turned the lock, and my heart skipped a beat. I took a step back. "I-I-I... can't..." I whispered.

My brother walked into the room.The scarce golden eyes zoomed from the bed to the cupboard. He looked at me for a few more seconds. "Rocky, have you been having problems with the cupboard ag-" I quickly interupted him, "No I was just locking it. I'm going to bed. Because... Because I'm very cold, very ill and uh very very tired form the long trip." I muttered, stepping back. My brother loked at me in a suspitious way. "...Alright then. Give me a call if... you know, you have any problems." he sighed, closing the door. He put his ear to the door, heasring my last few words to myself, "That moany Avan never leaves me in peace. I hope I'm not like him when I'm 18." then he walked away and i heard his footsteps.

I quickly dived at the cupboard door knob. "I can'tt wait any longer! What DO you REVEAL!?" I yelled, pulling it open. I didn't open my eyes. I was too afraid to see what there was. Everything was silent. I opened my eyes. There was a creak as a old dollhouse fell out. I looked at it. The roof was so polished I could see my face. I blniked twice, my eyes reflecting. The words were printed i ngold on the roof. "Blink Once."

I lent forward to touch the dollhouse, for it seemed something lovely to show mum. There was a loud, frightening noise and times stood still as my hand's touched the rooftop.There were weird, dangerous noises and I let out a scream. There were several screams and i blinked, to ifnd myself in the middle of a endless corridoor.

A small black cat curled itself around my feet. "Blink once..." It seemed to whisper as it sat on a windowsill by the open window. A glint of red eyes stared at me through the dark corridoor. "Blink once!" several voice echoed all at once, the cat's lips moving as if it was saying the words. "Blink once!" the seven voiced ordered, overlapping eachother again. "I said blink once!" the voiced continued. My eyes ached. I blinked. The eyes were closer. to me. "Blink twice." the voiced overlapped, the cat's lips still moving as if to be speaking. "Blink twice..." the voiced repeated. "I said BLINK TWICE." the voiced continued. I tried to keep my eyes open.

Suddenly, the voiced became screams, but the cat's lips still moved calmly as if to be whispering the words. "I SAID BLINK TWICE!!!!" I lent back and quivered. "BLINK TWICE!" the voiced yelled so loud I felt as if i was going deaf. Suddenly, I blinked.

There were dark red eyes right infront of me. The cat let out a thin purr. The cat's voice looked at is it was murmuring. The words whispered just before the cat jumped out of the window. "You're... The... SACRIFICE..." then there was blood shot everywhere, and there was severe pains in my neck. As i let out a scream, i fell to the floor, blood violently running from me. "You're the sacrifice!" the cat's ehad cackled, as if it was speaking to me, before running into the distance. The red eyes got closer to my body, and cut my neck, and i never knew any more...

Sorry if i gored you to death. I hope I didn't give you nightmares or put you off going near a dollhouse or a cupboard. This story is by me, I hope you enjoy it. Please comment andtel lme if i should make another!

[Lizzi Noelliz]

I don't really get the "Hide and seek" one. What was with the mortician doing? And what is a mortician again?

And dutchgirl8 your story was awesome. Did Rocky just have a phobia of opening cupboards or something?

[sarcasteil]

Be carefull reading this. I reccomend the easily-frightened to look away.

Blink Once, Blink Twice, Your the Sacrifice ©.


I layed back against my wall. What did someone have to do for some fun? Me, mum, my big brother and my little sis were on holiday. We got this note in our door inviting us to Sorcerer's Island. We asked Jester and Kate, our right neighbours, if they got such a note., They had said "No." So had our left neighbours and the whole town and my whole Grammar School.

My mum walked i nthe room. "Hey Rocker." her high-pitched voice cackled. "My name is Rocky mum. You don't know me at all!" I boomed. Me mum sighed. "What's wrong with you today?"
I turned to face my wall and my black and red hair covered my beautfiul, perfect hazel brown eyes. "I'm so bored..." I murmered. My mum put her hand on my shoulder. "Well they said in the note they put a skateboard in the cupboard just for you, Rocky." my mum grinned. She got up and walked towards the large timber cupboard. Her hand placed onto the knob and tugged. "Rocky, did you lock this?" she asked. She wentover to my desk and took the key. he put it in the lock... "NO!" I yelled extremely loudly. My mum closed her eyes. "Rocky, please don't tell me your still afraid of cupboards..." my mum sighed.

I opened my eyes slightly wider, but needn't reply, for my mum had once again sighed. "Rocky, you were afraid of them when you were six. Your thirteen now. Don't do this now..." my mum groaned. I turned at look at her, a strong scowl on my fce. My perfect brown eyes glinted with a small, warm glow, but I said nothing.

As my mum let out a grunt, she had left the room. I sighed boredly. "We'll see who's afraid of cupboards..." I spat. I got up, moving my long fridge out of my eyes with my teal clip. I slowly turned the lock, and my heart skipped a beat. I took a step back. "I-I-I... can't..." I whispered.

My brother walked into the room.The scarce golden eyes zoomed from the bed to the cupboard. He looked at me for a few more seconds. "Rocky, have you been having problems with the cupboard ag-" I quickly interupted him, "No I was just locking it. I'm going to bed. Because... Because I'm very cold, very ill and uh very very tired form the long trip." I muttered, stepping back. My brother loked at me in a suspitious way. "...Alright then. Give me a call if... you know, you have any problems." he sighed, closing the door. He put his ear to the door, heasring my last few words to myself, "That moany Avan never leaves me in peace. I hope I'm not like him when I'm 18." then he walked away and i heard his footsteps.

I quickly dived at the cupboard door knob. "I can'tt wait any longer! What DO you REVEAL!?" I yelled, pulling it open. I didn't open my eyes. I was too afraid to see what there was. Everything was silent. I opened my eyes. There was a creak as a old dollhouse fell out. I looked at it. The roof was so polished I could see my face. I blniked twice, my eyes reflecting. The words were printed i ngold on the roof. "Blink Once."

I lent forward to touch the dollhouse, for it seemed something lovely to show mum. There was a loud, frightening noise and times stood still as my hand's touched the rooftop.There were weird, dangerous noises and I let out a scream. There were several screams and i blinked, to ifnd myself in the middle of a endless corridoor.

A small black cat curled itself around my feet. "Blink once..." It seemed to whisper as it sat on a windowsill by the open window. A glint of red eyes stared at me through the dark corridoor. "Blink once!" several voice echoed all at once, the cat's lips moving as if it was saying the words. "Blink once!" the seven voiced ordered, overlapping eachother again. "I said blink once!" the voiced continued. My eyes ached. I blinked. The eyes were closer. to me. "Blink twice." the voiced overlapped, the cat's lips still moving as if to be speaking. "Blink twice..." the voiced repeated. "I said BLINK TWICE." the voiced continued. I tried to keep my eyes open.

Suddenly, the voiced became screams, but the cat's lips still moved calmly as if to be whispering the words. "I SAID BLINK TWICE!!!!" I lent back and quivered. "BLINK TWICE!" the voiced yelled so loud I felt as if i was going deaf. Suddenly, I blinked.

There were dark red eyes right infront of me. The cat let out a thin purr. The cat's voice looked at is it was murmuring. The words whispered just before the cat jumped out of the window. "You're... The... SACRIFICE..." then there was blood shot everywhere, and there was severe pains in my neck. As i let out a scream, i fell to the floor, blood violently running from me. "You're the sacrifice!" the cat's ehad cackled, as if it was speaking to me, before running into the distance. The red eyes got closer to my body, and cut my neck, and i never knew any more...

Sorry if i gored you to death. I hope I didn't give you nightmares or put you off going near a dollhouse or a cupboard. This story is by me, I hope you enjoy it. Please comment andtel lme if i should make another!

Gruesome! I've always been freaked out by those dolls like Barbie or something like it. *Shivers* No way am I wishing to find a Halloween-costumed Barbie doll for my 31th of October.

[dannydevito]

The Message

I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry or scream.

Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.

He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours ago I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.

Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.

I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.

It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a circle with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.

To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.

I peek at the creatures masterpiece.

'I know you're awake

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You've got Mail!

Ehhh, arrgh,irgh,beep,ergh. The computer roared as Sally connected to AOL to IM (instant message) her friends as they had planned that day at school. "Weclome" Her computer greeted her. She was home alone because her parents were out at dinner. Almost right away, she found a chat room full of her friends. They greeted each other and began to chat. They talked for hours and Sally's eyes were getting tired. Then, someone else joined. They claimed to be a friend of one of the girls who was not in the chatroom. They all assumed that it was true and continued. The new person constantly made rude or just plain mean and hurtful remarks about the other people in the chatroom, but never about Sally. Some of the remarks made her feel better and put her above the other people. The person constantly singled out Sally and commented about her and flattered her. She began to like this person, but everyone else hated the new person. Sally wanted to know where this person lived so they could get together sometime. When she asked, the response was that he or she didn't want all these other people to know, only Sally, so he would send an email to her inbox telling her. He asked her for her email address and so she gave it. A few seconnds later, her computer told her "You've got mail", so she minimized the IM box and opened her email. There was an email titled "where i live" so she opened it, and read it, at first not understanding it's meaning, and then in horror, as she understand what the email meant all that was typed was "Behind the Couch".



Her parents came home to find their daughter dead, stabbed to death sitting in her own blood. They read what was on the computer, and when they searched behind the couch, they found a sheath for a knife, and a laptop, displaying the exact same email and chatroom that was on the computer.

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Hide and Seek

Scary Stories



Hide and Seek
Posted by Tnt
Date Posted: 10/10/2011




There once was a family of five. Three children and two parents, who loved their kids with all their hearts. This family lived in a nice home in a quaint little town called Bakerston. Their lives were simple and pleasant, and Bakerston was an unusually peaceful town that had little to no crime.

One of their children, the eldest daughter, was named Felicity, and she was very good at watching her little brothers, Raymon and Rory. So, occasionally their parents would go out for the night and have Felicity watch her brothers until they got back. Felicity was very good at this. She would always play a game similar to hide and seek. She’d stand in the living room with her hands over her eyes and say, “Children, Children, All around, run before you can be found. For I am on the loose today, hide before I can say….” Then she’d wait, listening to their rustling feet as they would hide. She’d search the house looking for them, and when she got close, she’d wait right outside the place she knew they were hiding and she’d say “Boo!”

When they heard this sound, they would know that she was close, so if she was correct they would have to reply with the words, “Hello Felicity!” and she’d scoop them up and hug them. If the other child was close enough that they heard these words, they were allowed additional time to find a new spot, and then Felicity and the found child would look for them together.

The children absolutely loved this game, and they insisted that she play it with them every time they were together. One night, recently after their parents left, Felicity and the boys were relaxing in their home. The boys were in their rooms, off of the living room, and Felicity was in the living room reading. Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door. Felicity, thinking it might be her parents and that they would be upset that the boys weren’t asleep, she rushed to the intercom system that allowed anyone in the living room to speak to all the rooms in the house. The boys had one in their room too. This made it so that no one had to yell fromm room to room in the house.

She pressed the button and said quietly, “Open your door and get underneath your covers. I think it's mom and dad. Pretend to be asleep.” Then she went to answer the door.

The boys did as they were told and got beneath their covers. They heard the door open, but no other sounds. It was quiet. Then, the intercom beeped which meant someone was on the other side. A voice said, “Children children, all around….” The little boys shivered. It was Felicity, and she sounded scared. She had spoken at a whisper and they became frightened. They stayed in their beds, still scared. Then, “Run before you can be found..” They glanced at each other in horror. “For he is on the loose today….hide before…I can say…”
“She wants to play the game…” Rory whispered to Raymon.
The waited a few seconds. Then, it came on again.
“Children Children All Around.”
Silence.
“Run Before you can be found.”
Silence.
“For it is on the loose today. Hide before I can say….”
The boys quickly decided that they needed to hide. They crawled to their favorite place, which was a broom closet in the hallway that Felicity claimed was too small to fit in. But the boys knew it wasn’t. She never found them there. She always called quits if either of them chose that spot.

They quieted their breathing and listened for sounds. They heard a soft shuffling of feet, but that was all.
They stayed in the closet a long time.
Suddenly though, another sound filled their ears.
THUD. *shuffle shuffle shuffle* THUD. *shuffle shuffle shuffle* THUD. THUD THUD.
The sound got closer and closer and closer and closer.
They heard Felicity’s voice whisper, but it seemed to come from throughout the house. “Children Children all around, run before you can be found. For I am on the loose today, hide before I can say……” Silence.
Then, in the softest whisper of all, right outside the closet they heard, “Boo?”
Rory opened his mouth to say ‘hello Felicity’ but Raymon closed his hand over Rory’s mouth. It was silent for a long time. Then, from Raymon and Rory’s right, inside the closet, a voice was heard.
“Hello Felicity.”
Rory and Raymon turned ice cold. But they didn’t move.
Outside the closet Felicity started to cry. Then, in tears she said, “New game. Rory is it.”

That same night the parents of Rory Raymon and Felicity game home to a devastating sight. On the table was a letter that had apparently been opened by Felicity that said, “I want to play your game. I’m in the children’s room. We’ll all play together.”

They proceeded to look throughout the house for their children. They couldn’t find them that night. The next night they found Rory. His eyes were sewn shut and he was jammed underneath the kitchen sink covered in blood.

The day after that they found Raymon. His eyes were sewn shut and he was shoved underneath his bed covered in blood. The day after that they found Felicity. Her eyes were sewn shut and she was squished inside a cupboard. The deaths were mourned and they bodies were buried.

A week later another body was discovered. A missing mortician was found crammed inside the hallway closet with his sewing kit clutched between his cold dead fingers.

The THUD THUd *shuffle shuffle shuffle* the children had heard had been the sound of Felicity bumping into walls. She had been looking for them and she couldn’t see, because her eyes had been sewn shut.

Years later it was said that the soft calling of Felicity’s voice could be heard, calling the word to the children’s hide-and seek rhyme.
Children children all around
Run before you can be found
For I am on the loose today
Run before I can say….
BOO.


[SORRY IF THESE WHERE GROUSOME. thats the point though... the last one made me shiver though...]

These have been posted I believe and I also stated before to post you're own work. I see you got it from scarystories.com and CS also states to not post things which are not your own.

[Xelinator]

I don't really get the "Hide and seek" one. What was with the mortician doing? And what is a mortician again?

And dutchgirl8 your story was awesome. Did Rocky just have a phobia of opening cupboards or something?

Yeah. Glad you like it. Shall i make another?

[Lizzi Noelliz]

Please. It's awesome. And original unlike some stories which are just different version of some main branch.

[just'marley]

The Message

I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry or scream.

Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.

He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours ago I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.

Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.

I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.

It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a circle with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.

To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.

I peek at the creatures masterpiece.

'I know you're awake

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You've got Mail!

Ehhh, arrgh,irgh,beep,ergh. The computer roared as Sally connected to AOL to IM (instant message) her friends as they had planned that day at school. "Weclome" Her computer greeted her. She was home alone because her parents were out at dinner. Almost right away, she found a chat room full of her friends. They greeted each other and began to chat. They talked for hours and Sally's eyes were getting tired. Then, someone else joined. They claimed to be a friend of one of the girls who was not in the chatroom. They all assumed that it was true and continued. The new person constantly made rude or just plain mean and hurtful remarks about the other people in the chatroom, but never about Sally. Some of the remarks made her feel better and put her above the other people. The person constantly singled out Sally and commented about her and flattered her. She began to like this person, but everyone else hated the new person. Sally wanted to know where this person lived so they could get together sometime. When she asked, the response was that he or she didn't want all these other people to know, only Sally, so he would send an email to her inbox telling her. He asked her for her email address and so she gave it. A few seconnds later, her computer told her "You've got mail", so she minimized the IM box and opened her email. There was an email titled "where i live" so she opened it, and read it, at first not understanding it's meaning, and then in horror, as she understand what the email meant all that was typed was "Behind the Couch".



Her parents came home to find their daughter dead, stabbed to death sitting in her own blood. They read what was on the computer, and when they searched behind the couch, they found a sheath for a knife, and a laptop, displaying the exact same email and chatroom that was on the computer.

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Hide and Seek

Scary Stories



Hide and Seek
Posted by Tnt
Date Posted: 10/10/2011




There once was a family of five. Three children and two parents, who loved their kids with all their hearts. This family lived in a nice home in a quaint little town called Bakerston. Their lives were simple and pleasant, and Bakerston was an unusually peaceful town that had little to no crime.

One of their children, the eldest daughter, was named Felicity, and she was very good at watching her little brothers, Raymon and Rory. So, occasionally their parents would go out for the night and have Felicity watch her brothers until they got back. Felicity was very good at this. She would always play a game similar to hide and seek. She’d stand in the living room with her hands over her eyes and say, “Children, Children, All around, run before you can be found. For I am on the loose today, hide before I can say….” Then she’d wait, listening to their rustling feet as they would hide. She’d search the house looking for them, and when she got close, she’d wait right outside the place she knew they were hiding and she’d say “Boo!”

When they heard this sound, they would know that she was close, so if she was correct they would have to reply with the words, “Hello Felicity!” and she’d scoop them up and hug them. If the other child was close enough that they heard these words, they were allowed additional time to find a new spot, and then Felicity and the found child would look for them together.

The children absolutely loved this game, and they insisted that she play it with them every time they were together. One night, recently after their parents left, Felicity and the boys were relaxing in their home. The boys were in their rooms, off of the living room, and Felicity was in the living room reading. Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door. Felicity, thinking it might be her parents and that they would be upset that the boys weren’t asleep, she rushed to the intercom system that allowed anyone in the living room to speak to all the rooms in the house. The boys had one in their room too. This made it so that no one had to yell fromm room to room in the house.

She pressed the button and said quietly, “Open your door and get underneath your covers. I think it's mom and dad. Pretend to be asleep.” Then she went to answer the door.

The boys did as they were told and got beneath their covers. They heard the door open, but no other sounds. It was quiet. Then, the intercom beeped which meant someone was on the other side. A voice said, “Children children, all around….” The little boys shivered. It was Felicity, and she sounded scared. She had spoken at a whisper and they became frightened. They stayed in their beds, still scared. Then, “Run before you can be found..” They glanced at each other in horror. “For he is on the loose today….hide before…I can say…”
“She wants to play the game…” Rory whispered to Raymon.
The waited a few seconds. Then, it came on again.
“Children Children All Around.”
Silence.
“Run Before you can be found.”
Silence.
“For it is on the loose today. Hide before I can say….”
The boys quickly decided that they needed to hide. They crawled to their favorite place, which was a broom closet in the hallway that Felicity claimed was too small to fit in. But the boys knew it wasn’t. She never found them there. She always called quits if either of them chose that spot.

They quieted their breathing and listened for sounds. They heard a soft shuffling of feet, but that was all.
They stayed in the closet a long time.
Suddenly though, another sound filled their ears.
THUD. *shuffle shuffle shuffle* THUD. *shuffle shuffle shuffle* THUD. THUD THUD.
The sound got closer and closer and closer and closer.
They heard Felicity’s voice whisper, but it seemed to come from throughout the house. “Children Children all around, run before you can be found. For I am on the loose today, hide before I can say……” Silence.
Then, in the softest whisper of all, right outside the closet they heard, “Boo?”
Rory opened his mouth to say ‘hello Felicity’ but Raymon closed his hand over Rory’s mouth. It was silent for a long time. Then, from Raymon and Rory’s right, inside the closet, a voice was heard.
“Hello Felicity.”
Rory and Raymon turned ice cold. But they didn’t move.
Outside the closet Felicity started to cry. Then, in tears she said, “New game. Rory is it.”

That same night the parents of Rory Raymon and Felicity game home to a devastating sight. On the table was a letter that had apparently been opened by Felicity that said, “I want to play your game. I’m in the children’s room. We’ll all play together.”

They proceeded to look throughout the house for their children. They couldn’t find them that night. The next night they found Rory. His eyes were sewn shut and he was jammed underneath the kitchen sink covered in blood.

The day after that they found Raymon. His eyes were sewn shut and he was shoved underneath his bed covered in blood. The day after that they found Felicity. Her eyes were sewn shut and she was squished inside a cupboard. The deaths were mourned and they bodies were buried.

A week later another body was discovered. A missing mortician was found crammed inside the hallway closet with his sewing kit clutched between his cold dead fingers.

The THUD THUd *shuffle shuffle shuffle* the children had heard had been the sound of Felicity bumping into walls. She had been looking for them and she couldn’t see, because her eyes had been sewn shut.

Years later it was said that the soft calling of Felicity’s voice could be heard, calling the word to the children’s hide-and seek rhyme.
Children children all around
Run before you can be found
For I am on the loose today
Run before I can say….
BOO.


[SORRY IF THESE WHERE GROUSOME. thats the point though... the last one made me shiver though...]

These have been posted I believe and I also stated before to post you're own work. I see you got it from scarystories.com and CS also states to not post things which are not your own.

I thought it said you can post things from other websites, just give credit and dont pledgerise.

[Chara Dreemurr]

Hey guys. I haven't been here in awhile, so you may not remember me. ;3

Anyways, I just wanted to say this: please don't post huge posts filled up with many stories. It's quite a bother to scroll through.
I'm terribly sorry for mini- modding, though.

[haise;]

I've been on scarystories.com.... It's some sort of cartoon >.>

[littlemoosie]

*lurks around reading stories...*