Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[frobischer]

I believe it was the one on page 338 called "The AIMS Scare", correct?

[anxiety).]

Yush

[ayato]

anybody else got some scary stories

[JessicaDaJellybean]

I'm home alone xD *hides*
Here's one I heard:

There was a babysitter, and every saturday night she came over to the same family to look after their two children. She knew the family very well, and enjoyed her relaxing saturday nights as the children were very well behaved. As normal, at 8:00pm she turned her car into their driveway. They greeted her at the door, told her to help herself to food, and left for their night out.

She went inside, and sat on the couch. The youngest of the children was asleep, the other playing quietly in a corner. She was watching television when she heard the youngest cry out. The babysitter went upstairs, settled her back down and pulled the covers over her. The room was unusually cold. Turning to go back downstairs, her skin began to crawl. Standing in the furthest corner of the room was a lifesized clown statue.

His pale, waxy face grinned a toothy crimson smile at her, and his swollen nose threw his stretched lips into shadow. He was wearing a simple red tunic with a white flower and hat. The clown was still smiling in his sinister way as the babysitter picked up her phone. Dialling the parent's number quickly, she spoke; "Sorry to disturb you, but can I pull a blanket over the clown statue in your daughter's bedroom? It's starting to scare me..."

There was a silence on the line, then the father replied; "Get our children, and get out of the house. We don't have a clown statue." Terrified, the babysitter grabbed the children and began to run.
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Sitting in the resturant, a little unnerved but beginning to relax, the father's cellphone rang again. He answered immediately, to be met by heavy breathing. Someone chuckled. "Sorry to disturb you, but can I pull a blanket over your babysitter's body? It's starting to scare me..."

Ya i heard this forever ago and it scared me... now it gets to scar me again lol i read this in my bedroom and my mom had just left and i called her back XP yep!

[JessicaDaJellybean]

wow thats scary give it thumbs up

yes... yes... veeery spooooky

You should tell us your spooky stories. I love them <3
But I surly won't read at night, I will not sleep if I do.

Thats like me but i do it any way

[nivans.piers]

here's one. i heard a few like it, but i think it's different.

Room without a number:
"Don't", the lady said.

The man checked himself on the stairs. He glanced down at his hands: keys, receipt, bags. He wasn't forgetting anything. Turning, he opened his mouth to ask.

"In your hallway there is a room with no numbers", the lady said. She adjusted her wig and gazed at him indifferently. She had about her the air of one who has said the same thing many times, with the same results. "Don't disturb it".

"I -- "

"Don't," she said again, and turned back to her computer.

The man shut his mouth and went up the stairs, shaking himself to be rid of a creeping sensation. Perhaps the lady's eyes had followed him up the staircase.

He came to the third floor and stepped out of the staircase. An instant draft caught the edges of his pants and snaked up his leg; he frowned, batted his pants down with his polished dress shoes, and marched down the hall. The room numbers passed by him: 303, 305, 307. Then, a room with no number, no markings, no doorknob.

He paused and tilted his head. The woman's voice floated calmly to his ears: "Don't."

With a shrug, he continued on to his room.

He awoke in the night, an unexplainable chill seeping around the edges of his room and bed. He'd checked the windows, stuck a towel against the bottom of the door, and turned on the heat, but nothing seemed to be working. Rolling out of bed, he padded down the hall to page the front desk and collect more blankets.

He came to the blank room and stopped. Curiosity filled him. He crept forward on silent bare feet and put his eye to the keyhole.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about the room. He could just make out the shape of a woman curled up on the bed, asleep. Raising his hand to knock, the man hesitated.

"Best not," he said, and shrugged.

On his way back, his arms laden with blankets, he stopped again at the room. The sleeping woman touched deep rivers of curiosity inside him. He put his eye to the keyhole again, but this time, drew back with a disappointed sigh.

The keyhole was filled with red, tinged at the edges with white. The woman, sensing a peep, must have covered the hole with red paper.

Again, he raised his hand to knock, assuring himself that it was out of common courtesy; he just wanted to apologize for spooking her. But the desk lady's voice was burned into his brain: "Don't."

The rest of the night, he tossed and turned and wondered.

When he descended the staircase just as sunlight filled the hotel lobby, the lady was back behind the desk. The man approached the counter and leaned forward. "Excuse me..."

"Can't", she said, without turning.

"Ma'am, I'm a paying customer here", he said, lowering his voice a notch and adding emphasis on the word 'paying.'

She turned slowly, and he noticed now that she had a lazy eye. "What."

"Who is staying in the unmarked room?"

"Huh," she laughed mirthlessly, and tried to turn back. But the man reached out and took her shoulder firmly, surprising even himself at the bold move.

"No. I must know."

"He murdered her," she said, in her slow drawl. "Some couple, rich snobs, were staying here five years ago. He had enough of her whining. Jammed a knife up her, jumped out the window, never got caught." The lady seemed to be enjoying her story. For the first time, she was smiling, a gap-less, perfect smile. "She's a ghost, now. All white and bloodless. Except her eyes. Her eyes, honey." She leaned forward, and the man smelled her rancid breath.

"Her eyes are red."

Releasing the woman, the man staggered backwards, grabbed his suitcase, and fled.

the Hunger:
There once was a girl named Annie. She was a normal girl like any other, except for when "It" happened.

It was a normal day. The sun was shining, children playing and adults were conversating. Annie was babysitting her brother, Jonathan, for her mother. Anna was on the computer, checking her Facebook, when an overwhelming sense of hunger was gnawing at her stomach.

She thought little of it and went to the kitchen. She ate a roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, a sandwich, and some grapes. But she wasn't satisfied. She shrugged it off and went to bed.

At the strike of midnight, she woke up, with the same kind of hunger. She ate a small set of cheese and crackers, but her hunger was not yet satisfied.

She ate soup, bread, toast, eggs and even peas. No matter how much she ate, she was still hungry. She would not go to bed until she was satisfied.

Finally, it was obvious. She knew what she must do. Her brother was still asleep, when he heard a thump. He opened his eyes and there was his sister, Annie, with a wild look in her eyes.

"Hello Jonathan," she said crazily. "I'm hungry."

"Find something in the fridge to eat.", he said sleepily. "Oh no, no, no. I don't want to eat anything in the fridge.", she said. "I want to eat something living and plump." She said this with a knife in her hand.

"W-What?" Jonathan replied shakily.

"Jon, Can't you see?", she growled. "I want to eat you. You're nice and fat, plump, and living." She took the knife, closing in on him. "Thanks for being there for me. I'll miss you, but I'm hungry and I have to eat something."

Jon screamed and cried, but it was no use. No one could hear him. He was gone after that.

The next day, the mother came back to find Jon dead, his throat ripped open and the blood drained out of his body. His limbs were gone and he was covered in blood. His mouth was formed a perfect O, with a terrified look on his face.

His sister escaped during the night and she was nowhere to be found. A note was attached. It read: 'I got hungry, so I went for the main course'.

[JessicaDaJellybean]

Hmm......Well, I suppose I could write a fairly good one, off of personal experience. ^.^ I'll explain the personal experience meaning afterward.
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Once, there was a young girl, maybe 19 years old (lets call her.... violet.)....who had a friend of the same age (lets call her....victoria.). They were best friends...they did everything together, along with their other friend (lets call her....april.). They had all been best friends for years, and none of them ever suspected that something was terribly wrong.
One night, on the new moon, Victoria and Violet went down to a feild they knew in the woods, to play some soccer. It was a dark night, and Violet wasn't looking. Victoria's eyes glowed red, and she thrust a knife into Violets back, killing her. Victoria drobbed the rusted dagger, and left to find April, her eyes turning hazel once again.
It took many weeks for Victoria to organize another plan, to kill April, but eventually she did. And now, as she roams the world, looking for more prey, the monsterous killings left their mark. For, now, both of the courpses had two, small, aberely noticeable holes in their necks, their blood drained, fueling Victoria's strength....
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Okay, a bit of an explination is definantly in order. Unfortunately, this is SOMEWHAT of a true story. Let's get the characters in order fist, I am Violet, my old friend named Victoria is Victoria (i didn't bother to change her name), and My other friend named Angela is April.
Victoria did indeed try to murder me, but she obviously did not succeed. All I have is a scar on my leg from the attack. Victoria did, horribly, kill Angela. I miss her everyday. Victoria is not a vampire, I just made that up to make the story more creepy. The story isn't all that fritening, but the experience and the fact that it really happened is.
R.I.P, My dear friend, Angela. We'll allways remember you, Sunny....

What....? Im so sorry. Thats simply horrible...
Is victoria in jail or something? I hope so. That b*tch deserves it. Was she in poor mental health?

I could never imagine that happening to me...im so sorry for Angela and her family.

Omg really... im so sorry that must suck.. which part of that is true o.o and I would be so scared if i was you omg im sorry D:

[. ME]

Here's one my friend told me...

The Girl With The Red Cape

There was a babysitter. She baby-sitted the same family every few days. It wasn't a big family; A mother, a father, and one daughter living in a rather small house.

The fridge and such was in the basement. One day, around 7:00PM, the little girl said she was hungry. "Can you please go get me some ice cream?" She asked the baby-sitter. "Sure." The baby-sitter replied. She went down to the basement, opened the freezer, and got the little girl some ice-cream. Then, she saw a little girl outside the window.

The baby-sitter shrugged, thinking that the little girl was probably just playing outside. She went back up-stairs and gave the ice cream to the little girl. "Can you please go get me some sprinkles?" The little girl asked. "Of course." The baby-sitter said, going back down-stairs. And the little girl was still there.

But this time, she was wearing a very bright red cape. The baby-sitter thought she was just playing dress up or something, so she put some sprinkles on the ice cream. When she got up there, she had gotten a very bad feeling. She handed the ice cream to the little girl. "Can you go get me some whip cream, please?" The little girl asked. "Why, sure!" And the baby-sitter went back down.

When she got down, the little girl was now very creepily smiling at her. Terrified, she got whipped cream on the ice cream and ran up the stairs. She hurriedly handed the little girl the ice cream. Now she had a VERY bad feeling. "Can you please go get me a cherry, please?" The little girl asked. Sighing, the baby-sitter said, "Okay!", and headed back down.

The little girl outside was now holding a very sharp knife, dripping with lots of red blood. Her cape was also covered in it. Scared out of her wits, the baby-sitter put cherries on the ice cream and ran back up. But the little girl was no where in sight, and she immediately knew what had happened.

The parents came home soon. "She's dead!" The baby-sitter whispered, running up to the parents. "Who?! What? Where is our daughter?!" The father gasped. "Your daughter...The little girl with the red cape, outside the window, in the basement...She...She killed her!" The baby-sitter said softly, sinking to her feet.

The parents shared very confused looks, then turned to the baby-sitter. "But there is no window in the basement. Only a mirror..."

[JessicaDaJellybean]

Here's one my friend told me...

The Girl With The Red Cape

There was a babysitter. She baby-sitted the same family every few days. It wasn't a big family; A mother, a father, and one daughter living in a rather small house.

The fridge and such was in the basement. One day, around 7:00PM, the little girl said she was hungry. "Can you please go get me some ice cream?" She asked the baby-sitter. "Sure." The baby-sitter replied. She went down to the basement, opened the freezer, and got the little girl some ice-cream. Then, she saw a little girl outside the window.

The baby-sitter shrugged, thinking that the little girl was probably just playing outside. She went back up-stairs and gave the ice cream to the little girl. "Can you please go get me some sprinkles?" The little girl asked. "Of course." The baby-sitter said, going back down-stairs. And the little girl was still there.

But this time, she was wearing a very bright red cape. The baby-sitter thought she was just playing dress up or something, so she put some sprinkles on the ice cream. When she got up there, she had gotten a very bad feeling. She handed the ice cream to the little girl. "Can you go get me some whip cream, please?" The little girl asked. "Why, sure!" And the baby-sitter went back down.

When she got down, the little girl was now very creepily smiling at her. Terrified, she got whipped cream on the ice cream and ran up the stairs. She hurriedly handed the little girl the ice cream. Now she had a VERY bad feeling. "Can you please go get me a cherry, please?" The little girl asked. Sighing, the baby-sitter said, "Okay!", and headed back down.

The little girl outside was now holding a very sharp knife, dripping with lots of red blood. Her cape was also covered in it. Scared out of her wits, the baby-sitter put cherries on the ice cream and ran back up. But the little girl was no where in sight, and she immediately knew what had happened.

The parents came home soon. "She's dead!" The baby-sitter whispered, running up to the parents. "Who?! What? Where is our daughter?!" The father gasped. "Your daughter...The little girl with the red cape, outside the window, in the basement...She...She killed her!" The baby-sitter said softly, sinking to her feet.

The parents shared very confused looks, then turned to the baby-sitter. "But there is no window in the basement. Only a mirror..."

Awesome

[The Growling Wolf]

Here's one my friend told me...

The Girl With The Red Cape

There was a babysitter. She baby-sitted the same family every few days. It wasn't a big family; A mother, a father, and one daughter living in a rather small house.

The fridge and such was in the basement. One day, around 7:00PM, the little girl said she was hungry. "Can you please go get me some ice cream?" She asked the baby-sitter. "Sure." The baby-sitter replied. She went down to the basement, opened the freezer, and got the little girl some ice-cream. Then, she saw a little girl outside the window.

The baby-sitter shrugged, thinking that the little girl was probably just playing outside. She went back up-stairs and gave the ice cream to the little girl. "Can you please go get me some sprinkles?" The little girl asked. "Of course." The baby-sitter said, going back down-stairs. And the little girl was still there.

But this time, she was wearing a very bright red cape. The baby-sitter thought she was just playing dress up or something, so she put some sprinkles on the ice cream. When she got up there, she had gotten a very bad feeling. She handed the ice cream to the little girl. "Can you go get me some whip cream, please?" The little girl asked. "Why, sure!" And the baby-sitter went back down.

When she got down, the little girl was now very creepily smiling at her. Terrified, she got whipped cream on the ice cream and ran up the stairs. She hurriedly handed the little girl the ice cream. Now she had a VERY bad feeling. "Can you please go get me a cherry, please?" The little girl asked. Sighing, the baby-sitter said, "Okay!", and headed back down.

The little girl outside was now holding a very sharp knife, dripping with lots of red blood. Her cape was also covered in it. Scared out of her wits, the baby-sitter put cherries on the ice cream and ran back up. But the little girl was no where in sight, and she immediately knew what had happened.

The parents came home soon. "She's dead!" The baby-sitter whispered, running up to the parents. "Who?! What? Where is our daughter?!" The father gasped. "Your daughter...The little girl with the red cape, outside the window, in the basement...She...She killed her!" The baby-sitter said softly, sinking to her feet.

The parents shared very confused looks, then turned to the baby-sitter. "But there is no window in the basement. Only a mirror..."

Really good!