Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[lilxan]

I have a story I read -
"Drip, Drip..."

It was your average day in Jenny's suburb. Her neighbors were nice, and her parents had gone to work, leaving her home alone all day. Nothing unusual. She turned on the news and saw that the serial killer who had recently been caught had escaped from prison...and had last been seen heading towards her neighborhood. Her dog could sense her fear and knew something was wrong, and ran under the couch; where he usually went when he was afraid. She knew whenever he was afraid, he would lick her hand, so she put her hand down under the couch so he could lick it, and sure enough, he did. She got up to go make a sandwich and brought some treats back for her dog. When she sat back down, she called for the dog, and he didn't come.She kept calling, and when he still didn't show up, she figured he fell asleep under the couch. As she was watching TV, she heard a faint dripping noise coming from the upstairs shower. It didn't bother her too much, so she decided not to do anything. However, it kept dripping...and dripping...and dripping...finally she couldn't take it anymore and decided to go check it out. When she got to the shower, she screamed in both horror and fear. She fell and started sobbing...because hanging on the shower head, was her dog that had been gutted, dripping with blood. On the shower wall, written in that blood, were the words...

"Did you know people can lick, too?"

That is in the ovie 'bloody mary"! I have seen it...it is omg so scary!! (but funny too!)

When her parents came home that day, Jenny wasn't waiting for them.

that one scared me

[Chara Dreemurr]

Did you want to write something? It did not seem to appear if you did.

[Baily34]

"One day me and my friends were walking home from skool we always play this game called hide or die....we always thought of it as a joke but we didn't know that killers really watched us everyday waiting for us to play.....we played and it was my turn to count well ther were gonna kill and hide but when i turned around my friends were gone and the fake killer was not there all i could see was the shadow on the sidewalk so i turned around and it was a guy with no neck a long black jacket and a briefcase... i thought it was one of my friends so i opened the jacket and there was the killers sitting with a knife in his hand and was chasing me my friends came running out to help me but when they saw the guy the ran.....i was in the hospital for a while but when it was time togo home the nurse said"someone is waiting for you." so i went outside and there he was the killer i screamed and the nurses said"it is alright sweety." i tild them everything they did not believe me and he had a smerk on his face i was scared alone with him......who knew he could of strangled me or hung me or raped me.....i was so scared i took off and ran.....that day i never walked home from skool and my mom was dead and my father was onn a business trip miles away so i couldn't talk to him......People thought that i was crazy when i was in the newspaper but i wasn't and only one person knew that it was Roger Marcuson.....that boy saw that day but he is weak and small i would not be surprised if he did not come out to save me!!!that is why nobody ever witnessed what happend that day again......not true

[Liru Kaulitz]

I made this up! Tell me if you like!

'I See You'
One night, Anthony's parents and brothers were out for the evening, and wouldn't be back until after midnight.
At first, Anthony was really excited. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. When he opened it, no one was there.
Seconds later, Anthony heard footsteps in the hall. Then he heard a whisper and breath on the back of his neck.
"I see you," it growled.
Anthony whipped around and saw a man in a black cloak and hat. The stranger had a knife in his pocket.
The frightened tween ran outside into the shed and closed the doors. With shaking hands, he dialed 911.
"Please help, there is a strange man with a knife in my house!"
The police said they'd be right over. But just then, Anthony heard the whisper. "I see you," it hissed, and the boy yelled as he saw the stranger standing there, a knife in his hand.
Anthony stumbled blindly out of the shed, out into the yard. And right then, the Police pulled in.
"Perfect!" the boy thought, but then he tripped over a rock and hit the ground.
"I've got you....." the man whispered, bringing the knife toward Anthony.
Just then, a gun went off, and the black-cloaked man fell to the ground.
"You okay kid?" the cop asked.
"Yeah," he murmured, getting up.

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Once he was in bed, Anthony let out a sigh of relief. His parents were home, the stranger was dead, and he was safe.
Everything was okay now. Or was it.
Just as Anthony was drifting off, he felt cold breath on his neck. A shiver rolled down his back as he heard the words, "I see you."
They were the last things Anthony ever heard.

Woo! I scared myself with that one!

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

Okay this on isn't mine but it scared the heck out of me! O.O

Way back in the deep woods there lived a scrawny old woman who had a reputation for being the best conjuring woman in the Ozarks. With her bedraggled black-and-gray hair, funny eyes - one yellow and one green - and her crooked nose, Old Betty was not a pretty picture, but she was the best there was at fixing what ailed a man, and that was all that counted.

Old Betty's house was full of herbs and roots and bottles filled with conjuring medicine. The walls were lined with strange books brimming with magical spells. Old Betty was the only one living in the Hollow who knew how to read; her granny, who was also a conjurer, had taught her the skill as part of her magical training.

Just about the only friend Old Betty had was a tough, mean, ugly old razorback hog that ran wild around her place. It rooted so much in her kitchen garbage that all the leftover spells started affecting it. Some folks swore up and down that the old razorback hog sometimes walked upright like man. One fellow claimed he'd seen the pig sitting in the rocker on Old Betty's porch, chattering away to her while she stewed up some potions in the kitchen, but everyone discounted that story on account of the fellow who told it was a little too fond of moonshine.

"Raw Head" was the name Old Betty gave the razorback, referring maybe to the way the ugly creature looked a bit like some of the dead pigs come butchering time down in Hog-Scald Hollow. The razorback didn't mind the funny name. Raw Head kept following Old Betty around her little cabin and rooting up the kitchen leftovers. He'd even walk to town with her when she came to the local mercantile to sell her home remedies.

Well, folks in town got so used to seeing Raw Head and Old Betty around the town that it looked mighty strange one day around hog-driving time when Old Betty came to the mercantile without him.

"Where's Raw Head?" the owner asked as he accepted her basket full of home-remedy potions. The liquid in the bottles swished in an agitate manner as Old Betty said: "I ain't seen him around today, and I'm mighty worried. You seen him here in town?"

"Nobody's seen him around today. They would've told me if they did," the mercantile owner said. "We'll keep a lookout fer you."

"That's mighty kind of you. If you see him, tell him to come home straightaway," Old Betty said. The mercantile owner nodded agreement as he handed over her weekly pay.

Old Betty fussed to herself all the way home. It wasn't like Raw Head to disappear, especially not the day they went to town. The man at the mercantile always saved the best scraps for the mean old razorback, and Raw Head never missed a visit. When the old conjuring woman got home, she mixed up a potion and poured it onto a flat plate.

"Where's that old hog got to?" she asked the liquid. It clouded over and then a series of pictures formed. First, Old Betty saw the good-for-nothing hunter that lived on the next ridge sneaking around the forest, rounding up razorback hogs that didn't belong to him. One of the hogs was Raw Head. Then she saw him taking the hogs down to Hog-Scald Hollow, where folks from the next town were slaughtering their razorbacks. Then she saw her hog, Raw Head, slaughtered with the rest of the pigs and hung up for gutting. The final picture in the liquid was the pile of bloody bones that had once been her hog, and his scraped-clean head lying with the other hogsheads in a pile.

Old Betty was infuriated by the death of her only friend. It was murder to her, plain and simple. Everyone in three counties knew that Raw Head was her friend, and that lazy, hog-stealing, good-for-nothing hunter on the ridge was going to pay for slaughtering him.

Now Old Betty tried to practice white conjuring most of the time, but she knew the dark secrets too. She pulled out an old, secret book her granny had given her and turned to the very last page. She lit several candles and put them around the plate containing the liquid picture of Raw Head and his bloody bones. Then she began to chant: "Raw Head and Bloody Bones. Raw Head and Bloody Bones."

The light from the windows disappeared as if the sun had been snuffed out like a candle. Dark clouds billowed into the clearing where Old Betty's cabin stood, and the howl of dark spirits could be heard in the wind that pummeled the treetops.

"Raw Head and Bloody Bones. Raw Head and Bloody Bones."

Betty continued the chant until a bolt of silver lightning left the plate and streaked out threw the window, heading in the direction of Hog-Scald Hollow.

When the silver light struck Raw Head's severed head, which was piled on the hunter's wagon with the other hog heads, it tumbled to the ground and rolled until it was touching the bloody bones that had once inhabited its body. As the hunter's wagon rumbled away toward the ridge where he lived, the enchanted Raw Head called out: "Bloody bones, get up and dance!"

Immediately, the bloody bones reassembled themselves into the skeleton of a razorback hog walking upright, as Raw Head had often done when he was alone with Old Betty. The head hopped on top of his skeleton and Raw Head went searching through the woods for weapons to use against the hunter. He borrowed the sharp teeth of a dying panther, the claws of a long-dead bear, and the tail from a rotting raccoon and put them over his skinned head and bloody bones.

Then Raw Head headed up the track toward the ridge, looking for the hunter who had slaughtered him. Raw Head slipped passed the thief on the road and slid into the barn where the hunter kept his horse and wagon. Raw Head climbed up into the loft and waited for the hunter to come home.

It was dusk when the hunter drove into the barn and unhitched his horse. The horse snorted in fear, sensing the presence of Raw Head in the loft. Wondering what was disturbing his usually-calm horse, the hunter looked around and saw a large pair of eyes staring down at him from the darkness in the loft.

The hunter frowned, thinking it was one of the local kids fooling around in his barn.

"Land o' Goshen, what have you got those big eyes fer?" he snapped, thinking the kids were trying to scare him with some crazy mask.

"To see your grave," Raw Head rumbled very softly. The hunter snorted irritably and put his horse into the stall.

"Very funny. Ha,ha," The hunter said. When he came out of the stall, he saw Raw Head had crept forward a bit further. Now his luminous yellow eyes and his bears claws could clearly be seen.

"Land o' Goshen, what have you got those big claws fer?" he snapped. "You look ridiculous."

"To dig your grave…" Raw Head intoned softly, his voice a deep rumble that raised the hairs on the back of the hunter's neck. He stirred uneasily, not sure how the crazy kid in his loft could have made such a scary sound. If it really was a crazy kid.

Feeling a little spooked, he hurried to the door and let himself out of the barn. Raw Head slipped out of the loft and climbed down the side of the barn behind him. With nary a rustle to reveal his presence, Raw Head raced through the trees and up the path to a large, moonlight rock. He hid in the shadow of the huge stone so that the only things showing were his gleaming yellow eyes, his bear claws, and his raccoon tail.

When the hunter came level with the rock on the side of the path, he gave a startled yelp. Staring at Raw Head, he gasped: "You nearly knocked the heart right out of me, you crazy kid! Land o' Goshen, what have you got that crazy tail fer?"

"To sweep your grave…" Raw Head boomed, his enchanted voice echoing through the woods, getting louder and louder with each echo. The hunter took to his heels and ran for his cabin. He raced passed the old well-house, passed the wood pile, over the rotting fence and into his yard. But Raw Head was faster. When the hunter reached his porch, Raw Head leapt from the shadows and loomed above him. The hunter stared in terror up at Raw Head's gleaming yellow eyes in the ugly razorback hogshead, his bloody bone skeleton with its long bear claws, sweeping raccoon's tail and his gleaming sharp panther teeth.

"Land o' Goshen, what have you got those big teeth fer?" he gasped desperately, stumbling backwards from the terrible figure before him.

"To eat you up, like you wanted to eat me!" Raw Head roared, descending upon the good-for-nothing hunter. The murdering thief gave one long scream in the moonlight. Then there was silence, and the sound of crunching.

Nothing more was ever seen or heard of the lazy hunter who lived on the ridge. His horse also disappeared that night. But sometimes folks would see Raw Head roaming through the forest in the company of his friend Old Betty. And once a month, on the night of the full moon, Raw Head would ride the hunter's horse through town, wearing the old man's blue overalls over his bloody bones with a hole cut-out for his raccoon tail. In his bloody, bear-clawed hands, he carried his raw, razorback hogshead, lifting it high against the full moon for everyone to see.

[Tussle]

Just found this on CreepyPasta

The hitchhiker Andy picked up on that July afternoon was one of the stranger people he had met. She had, after warm thanks for stopping, and a moment or two of silence, proclaimed herself to be able to grant a wish. The conjuration she had performed in support of this was quite remarkable- once the sound of the cymbal had stopped ringing in Andy’s head, he was quite impressed.

Now Andy, good Christian that he was, was always of the opinion that you should do a good deed for its own sake, and not for material reward. He lightly waved away the images of wealth or power that the girl suggested. “My one wish, young lady, is to get you to where you’re headed!”.

The girl’s face contorted with fear as darkness fell outside.

I....dont....get....it!

Hm...I think it means she was bound for Hell or a really horrible place, and he just took her there much faster thans he wanted. xD But other than that, I really don't get it either.

She was headed to Hell. He took her there. It's one of those stories everyone interprets differently, but for sure, she was going to Hell.

[Chara Dreemurr]

"One day me and my friends were walking home from skool we always play this game called hide or die....we always thought of it as a joke but we didn't know that killers really watched us everyday waiting for us to play.....we played and it was my turn to count well ther were gonna kill and hide but when i turned around my friends were gone and the fake killer was not there all i could see was the shadow on the sidewalk so i turned around and it was a guy with no neck a long black jacket and a briefcase... i thought it was one of my friends so i opened the jacket and there was the killers sitting with a knife in his hand and was chasing me my friends came running out to help me but when they saw the guy the ran.....i was in the hospital for a while but when it was time togo home the nurse said"someone is waiting for you." so i went outside and there he was the killer i screamed and the nurses said"it is alright sweety." i tild them everything they did not believe me and he had a smerk on his face i was scared alone with him......who knew he could of strangled me or hung me or raped me.....i was so scared i took off and ran.....that day i never walked home from skool and my mom was dead and my father was onn a business trip miles away so i couldn't talk to him......People thought that i was crazy when i was in the newspaper but i wasn't and only one person knew that it was Roger Marcuson.....that boy saw that day but he is weak and small i would not be surprised if he did not come out to save me!!!that is why nobody ever witnessed what happend that day again......not true

Sorry, but I saw something on there not quite appropriate for younger CSers. When it was written what he could have done...

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

any one read the story I posted yet?

[Harpy•]

Hm...I'll try my hand at a story and see how freaky I can make it. Please do not steal the idea.

◘The Lies We Tell Ourselves◘

©ĴαcκƧκɛℓℓιиɢтσи {Me}

She had never thought about the consequences of her life much...not until the year. She just lived it, ignoring the bad things and dwelling on the good...not thinking about what her actions might bring.
Dwelling on the good wouldn't be a bad thing if you were a better person, especially better than she. She was a horrid woman, capable of so much wrongdoing and bad deeds that no one could trust her, all loathed her, and many wanted her dead because of the pain she'd caused them. At first she thought it was this 'many people' that were causing the events in her life that follow...but then discovered that something else was to blame.

.Day One.
She told another lie...one about her criminal record. She claimed it to be clean...it is far from that. Filthy and revolting is more like it. Once the employers discover this, her career will be over; that is, if she is to last that long. Five days and five nights isn't much time to change one's life...and she has been given no warning.
.Night One.
{{Unfinished, of course. xP}}

[BelieverInChrist]

Lavender town! *drools*
I read a story, and what made people suicide was that they saw their dead loved ones. Come join us.

I SHALL NEVER JOIN YOU!