Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Shinigami_Ryuk]

Polterguists are paranormal entities know to enhabit, usually, old, decrepit buildings, but sometimes family homes. They are known to be a malevolent being, causing chaos and confusion, knocking items over, throwing things and attacking people. In the Hryy Potter books there is a poulterguist called Peeves. He, as like any other, is malevolent. It is thought the malevolence is caused due to desterbance of the house/building it is trapped in/is haunting.

[amarok.]

Ohhh.... that's how you spell it.
Thank you.

[.:Whirlie Bird:.]

OMG I can see and hear ghosts, because true story:

It was 12:00 Pm on saturday, I was on my computer, watching music videos and I heard 3 knocks on the pantry door. Literal knocks. I freaked out and the hairs on my neck stood on end. I sensed something there,something unnatural. i blinked my eyes and then heard
"hi" in like a growl voice...then the curtains moved and nothing happened after that.


Its a poltergeist, and his name is Ration ((pronounced Rati'on) He says he's a friend and he doesnt bother much. Basically he only made noises when we were "supposed" to be in bed.. Hes actually nice...But i dont live there anymore...But I still remember that name

[iSolar]

Okay,this isn't really scary, but it's just plain creepy. And this is a true story.

When I was in second grade, or around there, I was,of course, riding the school bus to get to school. The bus stopped to pick someone up. I was looking out the window, since I had nothing else to do. On the old dirt path stood a pitch black wolf-like creature. Knowing that there were no wolves here, and that it was to big to be a dog, I became scared. It had yellow eyes and it held its head low. It was staring right at me. I was so scared that I didn't tell anyone.... until today. (5/14/12, just in case your reading this a different day.) I told my friend. I felt very cold, tired and sick.I never get sick! After I post this, I think I will feel like ice. I am already getting a headache as I write this. 0-0

[.:Whirlie Bird:.]

You havent said any demon names have you? like a-n-u-b-i-s or any other demon names? LIST THE NAMES YOUVE SAID TODAY!

[Zitface]

You havent said any demon names have you? like a-n-u-b-i-s or any other demon names? LIST THE NAMES YOUVE SAID TODAY!

Anubis isn't a demon...he's the Egyptian god of the afterlife....NOT a demon. Please don't assume that pagan gods are demons. That irks me. Sorry if that's not what you were doing, but seriously.

[iSolar]

You havent said any demon names have you? like a-n-u-b-i-s or any other demon names? LIST THE NAMES YOUVE SAID TODAY!

Erm, no demon names.... just my friends and my teachers and all that ^^

[nivans.piers]

A SOMEWHAT SCARY STORY!!!

(this story is fake and told in a man's point of view.)

My friend and i were driving home after a hocky game. My friend, Jack, pointed to the side of the road. " look a girl!" he exclaimed. I sighed and looked over. sure enough, a teenage girl was standing on the side of the road. I pulled over to the side of the road and asked her " do you need a ride home." she nodded slightly and climbed in. "whats your name?" i asked. " Samatha innings. " she replied. she clamped her hand around her arms. " are you cold?" jack asked her. " yes sir" she replied. Jack zipped off his jacket and handed it to her. she slid it on. " thank you" she said. " no problem" he replied. she gave us directions to were she lived. We took her home and left.

The next morning, Jack remembered that the girl had her jacket. we drove to her house. i knocked on the door and a short, plump women answered. Samatha had some of her features, but not many. "must take after her dad" jack whispered to me. "yep" i agreed. " Ma'am, i dropped your daughter of last night and my friend here forgot to ask for his coat back." i said. " don't you know it ain't nice to make fun of a woman's dead daughter." she snapped. " ma'am, i'm serious. we drove her home last night." i told her. she must have seen something in my eyes because her face softened. " son, go to old charemy cemetary and look for Samantha Innings grave. hopefully that will help." i nodded, and thanked her.

Jack and i drove to the cemetary. walking through the rows of graves gave me the chills. We stopped at one that said Samantha Innings and folded neatly on top of the stone, was Jack's jacket.

[nivans.piers]

another scary story!

I was laying in bed on a stormy night. At the time, I was 10-years-old so I was extremely scared of thunderstorms. This night made that fear permanent.

I was almost asleep until I heard a distant giggle from outside. I got out of bed to look out of my window thinking my younger brother was crazy to play in the storm, but when I pulled back the curtains, I saw a small human figure running in circles out in the field.

I froze and just watched until it stopped and looked in my direction then started running my way. I jumped back in bed and hid under the covers.

A few moments later, I peeked above the covers and my room was still pink and empty. I relaxed a bit, but had the urge to look out the window again. So I got out of bed again, pulled back the curtains and saw complete darkness.

Then a bolt of lightening lit up the field and a saw a group of small faces at my window staring right at me. They had blood streaming down from their eyes and mouth. One of them opened their mouth to show me the razor sharp teeth he had. Like a idiot, I stood there and stared until they started beating on my window.

I jumped back in bed and hid under the covers and tried to fall asleep. It was hard because they just kept banging on my wedding until a hour later, they stopped. There was no way that I was going to look out the window again so I finally passed out relieved.

The next morning, I woke up remembering the terrible nightmare. Just for laughs, I thought I looked out the window. So when I pulled the curtains back, I screamed. There were little hand prints all over my window.

another....

White Wolf

A Texas Scary Story

Retold by S.E. Schlosser

She snapped awake out of a deep sleep, screaming aloud in terror. In her nightmare, a large white wolf had been chasing her around and around the house, gaining on her with every step until it finally pounced on her and ripped out her throat. She lay shaking for hours, unable to sleep after such a terrifying dream.
But morning finally arrived, and the day was completely normal. Celia forgot all about her dream, until the moment her parents reminded her that they would be going out that night to celebrate their anniversary. Celia turned milk-white. In her dream, the white wolf had come to kill her while her parents were out celebrating their anniversary! She started shaking and begging them not to go. Her parents were astonished at her behavior, and finally shamed her into staying home alone that night.
Fearfully, Celia locked herself into the house as soon as her parents left, checking every door and every window. She tried to laugh it off as she got into bed, and finally she shook off her irrational fear and fell asleep.
Celia snapped awake suddenly, every muscle tense. She heard the tinkling of falling glass from a broken window, and the snuffling sound of a snout pressed to the floor. It was the sound of a hunting wolf. A werewolf. Real wolves did not break into houses when there was plenty of game outside. She could hear the click-clicking of the creature’s claws on the wooden floor. The musky, foul smell of wet animal fur combined with the meaty breath of a carnivore, drifted into the room.
She could hear the werewolf’s panting right outside her bedroom. Then her body was out of bed and she sped through the bathroom and down the back stairs. She heard a soft growl and then the sound of animal feet pursuing her as she raced down the steps and tore open the back door. A glance at the window beside her showed a reflection of the werewolf leaping down the last few steps behind her.
Celia’s feet screamed in protest as she ran painfully across the sharp gravel driveway toward the tool shed with its shovels and baseball bats. Anything she could use as a weapon. But the huge, red-eyed wolf was suddenly between her and the toolshed, stalking toward her. The cold wind pierced her skin as she turned and fled around the side of the house. She gasped as the white wolf howled and took off after her. She could hear the terrifying sound of the creature’s pounding feet.
Faster, faster, she commanded her legs, panting desperately against the fear choking her. She would run around the house and back down the driveway, she thought with the clarity of sheer horror. She felt the wolf snap at her back leg and felt the sting of teeth. She put on speed.
The wolf veered away from her suddenly, and she felt a rush of hope. She couldn’t hear the wolf now, couldn’t see it in the cloud-darkened night. She kept running around the house, heading back toward the tool shed. To her intense relief, she heard the sound of a car coming down the road in front of her house. Her parents were back and would save her from the wolf!
Then her heart stopped in panic as she turned the last corner and saw the shape of the white wolf as it stood balanced on the porch railing right in front of her. It sprang upon Celia, huge teeth tearing into her flesh and ripping out her throat. She fell under the weight of its body, hot blood spilling all over the ground, and died seconds after she hit the ground. One minute later, her parent's car pulled into the driveway, its headlights blinding the white wolf as it pulled toward the house. Frightened, the wolf backed away from its kill and then ran away.

[nivans.piers]

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