Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Zitface]

Please stop spamming.

[derision]

AWESOME
how is it a spam?

[Zoruakat]

awesome!!!!!

[Zitface]

I was talking to you two, Zoruakat and Metalwolves.
At first you were okay, but once you got onto the back slash thing that was pure spam.

[Zoruakat]

((Yes, ik and I stopped. I didn't realize until it was too late,\.))

Sidney went to drink a can of coke, when a voice saie;
"Drink and boom."
She ignored it, put it to her lips, and it exploded.
"I told you so."

[z-girl]

my version of a well know jappanise ledgend

the slit mouth women (http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=the+sl ... 0,s:0,i:75 http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=the+sl ... 3,s:0,i:84 click at own risk)

one sunny autum day a young boy (lets call him tom) was walkin back from school alone when a butiful women crosssed his path. She had flowing black hair with blue eyes.A surgical mask covered the bottom of her face."Am i buitiful?" she said sweetly
and Toms odvious answer was "yes!". Then the women riped off her surgiacal mask...and revialed her mouth slit from ear to ear.
"Am i butiful NOW?" the women screamed
"eww no!"Tom replied
the women then pulled out some sissors and cut his neck maeing him drop down dead

another girl going to toms school (lets call her Emma) was walking back from school too came accross the slit mouth women and the same happened.
."Am i buitiful?" she said sweetly
and Emma's odvious answer was "yes!". Then the women riped off her surgiacal mask...and revialed her mouth slit from ear to ear.
"Am i butiful NOW?" the women screamed.
"Umm yes" Emma said lieing.
"Oh i'm glad you think so" the women said sarcastically then pulled out the scissors again,but insted of killing her she grabed Emma by the coller and lifted her up "humm glad you think so!" the slit mouth women said again the slit Emma's mouth so she could be 'pretty' as well

A 3rd girl going to their school (shes called Rebecca)((my name!!)) was walking back from school late so she was running a bit when the slit mouth wommen crossed her path
."Am i buitiful?" she said sweetly
and Rebecca's odvious answer was "yes!". Then the women riped off her surgiacal mask...and revialed her mouth slit from ear to ear.
"Am i butiful NOW?" the women screamed.
but Rebecca was a cleaver girl and answered "you look adveradge,normal in fact"
this made the slit mouth women cofused so Rebecca had enough time to run away

when Rebecca was just a spec in the distence the slit mouth woman said
"oh suger honey ice tea! she got away"...
the end or is it...

[Zoruakat]

my version of a well know jappanise ledgend

the slit mouth women (http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=the+sl ... 0,s:0,i:75 http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=the+sl ... 3,s:0,i:84 click at own risk)

one sunny autum day a young boy (lets call him tom) was walkin back from school alone when a butiful women crosssed his path. She had flowing black hair with blue eyes.A surgical mask covered the bottom of her face."Am i buitiful?" she said sweetly
and Toms odvious answer was "yes!". Then the women riped off her surgiacal mask...
i need to finish nit later

You need to finish it NOW.

[Zitface]

Sorry for minimodding but...
Zoruakat, please do not be so rude. Not all people have as much time as you do to finish stories and post them. I expect that the person in question was either busy, or had to get off before xe finished.

Here's an old somewhat bittersweet one from Beaver County:
"There is a bridge is Columbiana County where every August, the ghost of a bride-to-be waits, hoping to find someone who will stop and help her. But before deciding to hop in your car and rush out to the bridge, you might want to read a bit further and find out the story behind this ghostly bride.

This story begins in August in the now-deserted town of Sprucevale. The year was 1837 and Esther Hale was preparing for her wedding. Esther spent most of that morning happily prancing around in her new wedding dress. This was to be the happiest day of her life—a day she had looked forward to since she was a child.

In all of the versions of this story, there is never a mention given to the name of Esther’s groom-to-be. And perhaps that is to the benefit of this young man, for he never showed up for the wedding.

Esther spent the remainder of that hot August day waiting for her future husband to arrive and whisk her away to a new life. But as the summer moon climbed higher in the sky, Esther was forced to face reality; he wasn’t coming. And so, Esther Hale quietly walked into her cabin and locked the door. She then pulled all the draped closed and withdrew from the world.

Several days later, when Esther still had not been seen in town, friends went out to check on her. They found the sullen Esther amid the wedding decorations, still dressed in her gown. Her friends sat with her a while and urged Esther to change clothes and come outside with them. Esther politely refused and then asked her friends to leave. Reluctantly, they obliged.

From time to time, friends would continue to check in on Esther. They would always find her alone, sitting among the now-yellowing decorations. And while her guests were sometimes able to get Esther to eat a little, they were unsuccessful in their attempts to get her to remove her wedding dress.

Several months later, a passerby noticed a door to Esther’s cabin was open. Seeing that snowdrifts had built up inside the doorway, he notified authorities. When police arrived, they found the decaying body of Esther Hale, still dressed in her wedding gown.

After Esther’s funeral (some say she was actually buried in her wedding gown), stories began to circulate that have survived to this day. Motorists crossing the bridge over Beaver Creek, near the spot where Esther’s cabin once stood, claim that the decaying figure of a woman in a tattered white dress has lunged at their cars. Oddly enough, this disturbing figure is only glimpsed on August 12th, the date of Esther’s ill-fated wedding.

There is another version of this story, which states that if Esther’s ghosts should touch you, she will become young again... and you will instantly grow old and die. Just something to consider should your travels ever take you over the Beaver Creek Bridge on August 12th."
My thanks to GoO.

[Zoruakat]

That's a pretty good story. I like it when storys end in warnings of some sort.

[Zitface]

That's why, imo, Ohio is a lovely place to visit. Beauty, gentle weather, the greenest grass, some very nice people, and the /best/ ghost stories. God, I love my home state.