Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Tabby.]

"OK, I don't know if this one has been posted on here or not... But I'm gonna post it anyways this is a freaky story... I LOVE IT!!"

One night, Amanda got a call. A family she knew that lived down the street were late, for dinner reservations and their baby sitter had cancelled. She drove over, and arrived at the house quickly. The parents explained, that she would be watching their only daughter Suzie, a 4 year old angel. They told her the ice cream, and the ice cream toppings were in the basement, refrigerator and Suzie was to have her dessert after dinner.

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Smiling she waved good bye to the young couple, as they drove away she then walked into the kitchen and began making supper. Like that said Suzie, was an angel she ate all of her food including the vegetables. Cleaning up, Suzie went into the living room to watch T.V. As Amanda walked in Suzie asked, "May I have my ice cream?" Amanda smiled and nodded, as she walked down the basement stairs.

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When she arrived, into the basement she opened the refrigerator and something caught her eyes. She looked to her left, where a few windows where, and she saw a little girl in a red hood just standing there... 'Kids and their dress-up games.' She thought shaking it off. She walked up stares with a scoop of vanilla ice cream in a bowl, and she handed along with a spoon to Suzie. Suzie paused and didn't dig in like expected. "M-may I have some Chocolate Syrup?" She asked politely. Amanda thought a moment she had nothing better to do so she walked back down the basement stares holding the bowl of ice cream.

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When she arrived into the basement she again opened the refrigerator, but again the little girl in the window caught her eyes. She looked over at her again she stood in the same place in the same red hood... But this time she held a knife in her hand. Amanda quickly got the Chocolate Syrup and ran back upstairs. She planned to lock herself and Suzie in the bathroom and call the police. When she got up stairs she stuttered, "S-suzie, come with me honey." She said trying not to alarm the little girl. "May I have some nuts?" She asked politely ignoring what Amanda said. Again not wanting to alarm the little girl she nodded and took the ice cream, heading back down the basement stairs her hands now shaking.

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Arriving once more into the basement she opened the refrigerator, with shaky hands she sprinkled on the nuts. She looked out of the corner of her eye and noticed the little girl, in the red head, holding a knife... Stained with blood! Amanda dropped the ice cream and ran up the stairs arriving into the living room. Little 4 year old Suzie, the angel, the sweet-heart lie there in the middle of the floor in a puddle of her own blood. Amanda, now bolted into the bathroom locking the door behind her. She was sobbing gently, as she called Suzie's parents. Suzie's mother answered. "Amanda dear what's wrong!" She asked alarmed. "Mrs. Johnson there was a little girl in a red hood! Outside of your basement window holding a--" Amanda whispered hoarsely before Mrs. Johnson interrupted. "Wait dear hold on! What are you talking about! We don't have basement windows! Only mirrors..." *Beep* *Beep* The line went dead as Amanda dropped the phone. "Mirrors!" She rasped, and those were her last words... She was found locked in the bathroom a knife in her chest and a red hood locked in her cold dead fingers...

[climbing{the}world]

I've seen many very similar stories like that, and in theirs the Amanda girl survives :3

[Tabby.]

"I know but this is my version of the story he he he X)"

[sarcasteil]

lol what happened to chagups?

[Blurred]

Okay. I thin kI might stay off this post for a while... I got freaked around the page 230 (I think)

[. ME]

Ok, this one is actually a bit funny at the end. And its really short. And not scary at all, unless you dont like the word blood...

Once a woman went to a hotel. She went into her room. A ghost appeared with very bloody fingers and said: " Blooooddddyyy Finnggerrs! Bloooddddy Finggerrrsss!!! " She ran out screaming. The next day a business man went to the same hotel. He got the same room. He opened his suit case, but the ghost came and said " Blooooooddddddddyyy FIIIIIIInnngggggggggeeeeeeeerrrrrrsssss!!!!! " Blooooooddddyyy Finngggeeeersssss!!! ". The man ran out screaming. The next day, a guitar man went to the same hotel and got the same room. He tarted to play his guitar, when the ghos tcame and said " Bloooooddddyyyy Fingggeeeeeeerrrrrrrssss!!! Bloooooooddddddyyyy Fingggeeeerrrsssss!!!! ". " Chill out and get a band aid dude! " The guitar man said.



HERE IS ANOTHEEEERRRR!!! That is also short.

There was once a man named Jorge. Jorge only ate liver. One day, he brought his wife liver." There is a dead woman at the ( I dont remember, put in a place you want ) if anybody wants to see her. " Whatever,Im going out, when I come back I want my liver " He said. So his wife started to cook his liver. After a while, she tasted a piece. It was delicous! She kept eating until it was all gone. " Uh oh! " She said. She quickly went to (_____), and took the woman's liver. She cooked it, and it was just done when Jorge came home. " Mmmm!!! This is really good! " He said. That night, His wife was reading a book in bed, and Jorge was just in bed. When suddenly, there heard a voice: " Where's my liver? Who's got my liver? Who's got it? ". It kept repeating, and coming closer... And closer... Then, the lights shut off! She heard the voice one more time, the lamp falling, and then her husband scream.

[Daisy May]

Ok, this one is actually a bit funny at the end. And its really short. And not scary at all, unless you dont like the word blood...

Once a woman went to a hotel. She went into her room. A ghost appeared with very bloody fingers and said: " Blooooddddyyy Finnggerrs! Bloooddddy Finggerrrsss!!! " She ran out screaming. The next day a business man went to the same hotel. He got the same room. He opened his suit case, but the ghost came and said " Blooooooddddddddyyy FIIIIIIInnngggggggggeeeeeeeerrrrrrsssss!!!!! " Blooooooddddyyy Finngggeeeersssss!!! ". The man ran out screaming. The next day, a guitar man went to the same hotel and got the same room. He tarted to play his guitar, when the ghos tcame and said " Bloooooddddyyyy Fingggeeeeeeerrrrrrrssss!!! Bloooooooddddddyyyy Fingggeeeerrrsssss!!!! ". " Chill out and get a band aid dude! " The guitar man said.



HERE IS ANOTHEEEERRRR!!! That is also short.

There was once a man named Jorge. Jorge only ate liver. One day, he brought his wife liver." There is a dead woman at the ( I dont remember, put in a place you want ) if anybody wants to see her. " Whatever,Im going out, when I come back I want my liver " He said. So his wife started to cook his liver. After a while, she tasted a piece. It was delicous! She kept eating until it was all gone. " Uh oh! " She said. She quickly went to (_____), and took the woman's liver. She cooked it, and it was just done when Jorge came home. " Mmmm!!! This is really good! " He said. That night, His wife was reading a book in bed, and Jorge was just in bed. When suddenly, there heard a voice: " Where's my liver? Who's got my liver? Who's got it? ". It kept repeating, and coming closer... And closer... Then, the lights shut off! She heard the voice one more time, the lamp falling, and then her husband scream.

The first one was already posted.

[. ME]

Oh sorry

[driftz]

The only stories that scare me are the ones wit clowns *shudders*

[IcepopCS]

The Wolf-Hound


It's never a good idea to abuse animals, or stay out past your curfew, or drink and drive, or mess up parks. Maybe if one of these things didn't happen, what you about to read would never have existed. Turn back now if this bothers you. It's your last chance.

It was a cool summer's night on Midsummer Lane. The 16 of June, 1995. A man lived on thus small street, more of like a circle of road around dome nice houses, with a park at the end. He was a nice man. Many people liked him. He would always say hi, and wave, and smile, and give gift baskets to sick and poor, and elderly. But he owned a very mean dog. The name of the dog no one knew. The dog was big, very big. He was a mottled, scarred wolf-hound, with jagged fangs and yellow eyes. He hated people, and attacked everyone he saw. So he had to be chained in the back yard.

Now it was on this cool spring night that the dog finally broke his chain, and got out of the fence. It was midnight, pitch black except for the street light, and the wolf-hound wandered into the road.

It also just so happened that two teenage boys had gotten drunk, and were driving onto the street. They were past their curfew, but were too wasted to care. Just as the dog padded into the road, the car speeded right over him with a Sharp thud. The boys didn't even notice, and drove away, leaving the dog's crushed, bloodied corpse on the road.

The next day, the dog's owner was confused. His dog disappeared! He rubbed his head, walking across the road to a neighbors house. But what he didn't notice wad the spattered of blood and brown tuft of fur stuck to the asphalt.

That same night, the two boys went to screw up the swings st the park. It was midnight, but they didn't care. And they were too busy messing around to see a mass of blood and fur rise up off of the road and stumble toward them.

One of the boys suddenly looked back, the light glinting off of his spiked golden hair. His other friend looked at him, pushing up his glasses. "What's wrong?" He asked. The road was empty. "Nothing," the blondie breathed, turning back to messing up the swings. The kid with glasses stood still, however, listening.

Hard panting suddenly closed in on him, then disappeared. The kid with glasses jumped. "Did you hear that?" He gulped. "Hear what?" Asked blondie.

"I thought I best-"he was cut if by a whirlwind of snarling, glasses shattering, and screaming as he fell to the ground with s thud. Blondie turned and gaped in horror. A large brown creature, mottled, crushed, bloodied, and missing patches of flesh ripped into his friend's face, crunching and snarling. Blood spattered on him, and he turned and ran, leaving the glasses boy to the ravenous creature and his own screams if excruciating agony that bled into the night air.

The hound turned his flattened, ripped face away from the mutilated body. He sniffed the air. The other boy escaped. His eyes glowed yellow and he bounded away, searching for his second killer.

He never did find that boy. But he's still searching. Every night, he will watch at your window, waiting. And if he sees you he will do anything to get you out of the house, and rid the world of another child. And he will wait for you. And wait.

It's a good thing he can't move during the day isn't it?vehement the sun's out he lies dead. But beware. Because if you are driving by Midsummer Lane at night, he will follow you home.

And he'll know you're there.