Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[beanbag1234]

wanna get scared? read this with volume turned up , and you have to read it on a computer, it doesnt work on a phone

http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.n ... 0217&no=31

That's alright, I didn't want to sleep tonight anyways.

lmao hilarious XD but sad poor person....

my work here is done

[~JellyFish~]

When the sun goes down
and the full moon is up.
Beware of the curse, because
that is the one coming for you...

[GreekMythology<3]

Made one up.

~*SweetHeart*~

It all went wrong the day I moved. So I was going to have 2 baby sisters, we had to move. I left the only friends I ever knew, to start this crappy life I live know. Only I didn't know it was about to get a hell of a lot worse.

I'm Mary, a 13 year-old girl. My hair is midnight black and my eyes are, believe it or not, red. Everybody calls me either a freak, a vampire or another name. I'm just a freaking girl, I wish I could go die in a hole. Little did I know I might.

So I was watching tv, when I heard somebody knock at the door. I sighed and paused my Doctor Who dvd to get it. "Probably some of the lunatics I learn with, here to complain about me being a freak." I grumbled, opening the door. No one was there. "Hello?" I called, poking my head outside and looking around. Suddenly, cold clammy air blew around my throat and I couldn't breathe. Choking and gasping, I backed into the house, tripping over a parcel that somebody had left on the steps. The air left my throat and I sucked in deep breaths of terror. Grabbing the package, I slammed the door and rushed back to my living room.

I looked at the brown paper wrapping. It read: Open it SweetHeart, before I find you. I shuddered and opened the package. A voodoo doll stared back at me. I picked it up. "Cut some hair off and tie it to me, I want some!" It cried in a high-pitched screechy drawl. I screamed and flung the cursed object at the wall. It hit the floor with a thump and lay motionless. Was it my diseased imagination playing tricks on me? I rubbed my eyes and the doll was sitting up, staring back at me with a creepy grin. I grabbed it around its rough waist, opened the door and flung it into the street, watching in satisfaction as a car whisked by and shredded it.

That night, I woke up to the feeling of metal near my neck. I screamed as something cut my hair and whipped around to see the voodoo doll standing on my chest, a lock of my hair tied on top of its head. "Sweet dreams." A voice whispered. A ghost appeared, its red eyes matching mine. It was me, but in a ghostly form. Me from Hell. It picked up the doll, giving me a sneer, before taking the scissors and stabbing it through the chest.

Blood poured out of my wound. Before I died, the creature lay one hand under my chin and sneered in my face. "Yes, you picked it up SweetHeart. Now, you get to have sweet dreams in Hell SweetHeart." Then her hand whisked away and I fell bloody and lifeless to the floor.

O.o good thing it isnt night for me.

[QUITTING DELETE ME]

Once upon a time there was a very bad little girl named Cecilia. She collected demons in her closet and every time someone visited her she sent home at least 2 demons with her visitor.

These demons taught the children how to think and read scary stories. Because of this, the children had nightmares about ghosts, goblins in their closets, monsters and other horrible things the demons taught them.

She didn’t care. She wanted to be famous at the cost for anything. When Cecilia was very little she was a very pretty little girl. She invited children to come over and she told them she had angels in her closet and sent 2 home with them, but the truth was that they were pretending to be angels, they were really demons; they would terrify the children; which made the little girl very happy.

The longer she did this terrible thing to children and the older she got the uglier and scarier looking she got.

After many years of her darkness and friendship with demonizing children, she turned to a demon called the behemoth. After she died she turned into a giant serpent with a fire in her belly the size of she sun where bad people and other demons go and burn for a million years, and everyone will forget them. The behemoth only had her screams for nourishment.

So beware all you children. There are no ghosts, only angels and demons here...

[Garnettfox]

What do you think og my Devils Dolls story?

[sarcasteil]

Do you ever have one of those feelings when you feel that your being watched. Well, get a bat and get ready to hit, for here is the tale of an unfortunate child who forgot her bat.

Melissa was her name. She lived in an estate, and was the prettiest eleven-year-old you could ever think of. Her skin was milky-white; her smile like a golden sun; her eyes and hair the color of hazel. She was Princess Perfect. But she had one thing wrong: she was not afraid of ghosts, which was a very unlucky thing in the 1800s. Her braveness brought her death.

She was walking home from a walk in the park when she felt eyes on her back. Lots of people told her to grab wood when you felt eyes on your back. Even though there was lots of big twigs and branches, Melissa ignored it. Instead, she walked on. It's nearly tea-time, she thought.

Suddenly, there was a howl in the clump of trees next to her. She looked and saw two, gleaming red eyes. "I'm not afraid of you!" She yelled. Another howl. "Nope. Not afraid," she replied.

"Awooo!" The eyes started to move towards her. Before long, there was a werewolf in front of pretty Melissa.
"Melissa. You may be pretty, but you cannot be good at everything. EVerybody told you to grab wood when you first felt eyes on you back; but you ignored them. It's not just a superstition;it's true. Now you must pay the price."
The werewolf pounced onto Melissa; ripped open her chest and ate her heart.

If you ever come to Wolfsbane Forest, which was, by the way, the place where Melissa was murdered, always have some wood ready, for the werewolves might come and get you if you don't!

[Jinx.]

Do you ever have one of those feelings when you feel that your being watched. Well, get a bat and get ready to hit, for here is the tale of an unfortunate child who forgot her bat.

Melissa was her name. She lived in an estate, and was the prettiest eleven-year-old you could ever think of. Her skin was milky-white; her smile like a golden sun; her eyes and hair the color of hazel. She was Princess Perfect. But she had one thing wrong: she was not afraid of ghosts, which was a very unlucky thing in the 1800s. Her braveness brought her death.

She was walking home from a walk in the park when she felt eyes on her back. Lots of people told her to grab wood when you felt eyes on your back. Even though there was lots of big twigs and branches, Melissa ignored it. Instead, she walked on. It's nearly tea-time, she thought.

Suddenly, there was a howl in the clump of trees next to her. She looked and saw two, gleaming red eyes. "I'm not afraid of you!" She yelled. Another howl. "Nope. Not afraid," she replied.

"Awooo!" The eyes started to move towards her. Before long, there was a werewolf in front of pretty Melissa.
"Melissa. You may be pretty, but you cannot be good at everything. EVerybody told you to grab wood when you first felt eyes on you back; but you ignored them. It's not just a superstition;it's true. Now you must pay the price."
The werewolf pounced onto Melissa; ripped open her chest and ate her heart.

If you ever come to Wolfsbane Forest, which was, by the way, the place where Melissa was murdered, always have some wood ready, for the werewolves might come and get you if you don't!

I liked that story! It was good.
I have a question! I think I'm going crazy! I know that someone posted a story about a Pokemon unknown rivalry between Red and Blue, but I can't find it anywhere! Not here, not on the internet...does anyone remember what it was called? Or does the person who posted it remember where it was from? Help?

[just'marley]

Written by: Toralei
This is just the begging part to a story I'm writing called "Master." A story based off of horror character "Slender Man".
c: So... Tell me if I should finish it! PM me for any questions!

A figure darted through an endless amount of forever going darkness, narrowly missing a sea of high roots and thorn bushes. It stopped, pausing to look around at the surrounding fog that slowly started to creep in on her. The moon shown brightly through the trees, magnifying itself against the mist that lingered around the figure’s ankles. This dim light revealed a young girl, maybe around the age of 11. Her blue eyes looked fearfully around her, scanning the darkness for any slight movement around her small patch of meadow at which she stopped running at. A twig snapped at her right and another at her left. How could her predator move so quickly? “He-Hello?” Her cracking voice dared to call out. At no response, she dropped to her knees in the fog. Pulling her knees tightly into her chest, she wrapped her arms around them and hung her head. Her long, red hair fell from her shoulders and covered her face from view as tiny streams of tears poured from her eyes. The tree’s seemed to laugh and taunt her as the wind ruffled its leaves. “I want to go home!” She managed to whisper inaudibly as the lump in her throat grew larger. Wiping her eyes and standing up, she began to look for an exit to this maze of brush and over-growth. As she straightened her back bravely, another snap in the distance reminded her that she was not alone. Giving out a small whimper, the young girl started to back away from the sound and turned to run when she stopped dead in her tracks. There, for the first time, she could identify her killer. Her eyes traveled from the 8 spider like arms which held him off the ground, to his blood splattered suit. He was about 7 to 8 feet tall, and very skinny and slender in his fancy black suit. She gulped as her eyes locked on his literally blank face. He had no nose, no mouth, no eyes… nothing. She started to back up again, ready to speed away, when one of his arms stretched out inhumanly and wrapped its sticky and furry spider arms around her in a pain piercing grasp. Letting out a wavy scream, she felt her feet go numb as she was lifted off the ground. Feeling a warm liquid slide down her arms, she started to breathe heavily as the stench of bitter iron filled her nose. All at once, the world around her started spinning as her vision started to blur.
“What is your name?” A scratchy and robotic voice traveled through the wind as it stabbed at her cheeks. Focusing a bit, her vision cleared but not much. She could see the no-faced man was grinning. Wincing at the horrible sight, she almost started to gag from blood loss and the sickening picture in front of her. Where his mouth should be, a slit had opened in his pale skin, stitches and thread woven inside of his mouth to keep his jaw from ripping open. Blood had started drooling out of his mouth, and tiny black bugs and spiders crawled in and out of his stitched mouth. Having no choice but to answer his question, she let her vision crawl out of focus again. Her own voice was the last thing she heard before she blacked out. “Hayley….”

[glitter.]

Oh my Gerard that is so good! ^^ Slender Man is so freakig scary to me but I am such a huge fan of him. That was horrifically amazing.

[skittles323]

That master story's interesting ._. I wannna read more....