This is a story I wrote myself.
It's called 12 AM
You suddenly wake up. You glance at the clock. It's 12 AM. The next thing your eyes are drawn to....if your closet, and its wide open. You swear that you shut it, just...not all the way maybe. You console yourself with the thought that you just didn't shut it all the way and that the wind opened it. Deep down you know thats far from true. Suddenly a pair of eyes appear in your closet. And then a shadowy hand appears...and its reaching for you. The hand grabs you. You scream...and..
You wake up. You glance at the clock. It's 12 AM.........
And your closet...
Well...it's open.
Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
by hansuragi » Thu Jul 07, 2011 1:24 pm
Haha that's a good story 
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
by buttercat, » Thu Jul 07, 2011 3:15 pm
This one scared me...
A couple years ago, Harry Norman went missing. It wasn't like he was missed. Harry was a hermit. He lived in the St. George forest, all alone, save for his three hunting dogs. Many rumors have been spread about his disappearance, but nobody knows the real story...
Harry went out hunting one day in late fall. He had only managed to catch two hares. Nothing more. As he was heading home, two hours before sunset, he spotted the strangest little creature. It was a chimpanzee...but it had a long, red tail, like a cat's. Harry and his dogs chased the beast, but it was too fast. Harry only just managed to cut off it's long, red tail.
Harry and his dogs returned home, where Harry studied the tail closely. He eventually decided it looked safe to it. He cut out the meat and made a nice stew from it and the hares he had caught. It wad the best-tasting stew he'd ever had.
Later that night, as he was cleaning his cabin, Harry heard some howling and scrabbling outside his
cabin. He sent his dogs out to chase it down. An hour later, two of the dogs returned. The third was
never to be seen again.
Harry shrugged it off and changec into sleepwear. He heard something like claws scratching against the front door. Cocking his rifle, he sent the two remaining dogs after the noise. Half an hour later, only one dag returned, whining and afraid.
Harry shrugged it off again and went to bed. He was awoken later by the scratching noise again. Only this time, it was coming from his window. In a flurry, Harry sent his remaining dog to find the noise. After waiting an hour, the dog did not return. Harry shook his head and went back to bed.
Two hours later, the scratching woke him up. This time, it came from the foot of his bed. In an instant, the chimpanzee creature had lunged up on his bed. "Tailsies...where is my tailsies?" It hissed in a demonic, insane way.
Harry didn't move. His eyes were huge with fright. The creature honed in on him. "You..." it pointed a shaking, hairy finger at the man. "You stole my tailsies...you ate my tailsies..."
With a hiss, the creature was on Harry. It tore open the man's stomach. It had been reunited with it's tail.
To this day, nobody has found any evidence as to where Harry's and his dogs' bodies are. They simply vanished. As to where? Nobody knows...
A couple years ago, Harry Norman went missing. It wasn't like he was missed. Harry was a hermit. He lived in the St. George forest, all alone, save for his three hunting dogs. Many rumors have been spread about his disappearance, but nobody knows the real story...
Harry went out hunting one day in late fall. He had only managed to catch two hares. Nothing more. As he was heading home, two hours before sunset, he spotted the strangest little creature. It was a chimpanzee...but it had a long, red tail, like a cat's. Harry and his dogs chased the beast, but it was too fast. Harry only just managed to cut off it's long, red tail.
Harry and his dogs returned home, where Harry studied the tail closely. He eventually decided it looked safe to it. He cut out the meat and made a nice stew from it and the hares he had caught. It wad the best-tasting stew he'd ever had.
Later that night, as he was cleaning his cabin, Harry heard some howling and scrabbling outside his
cabin. He sent his dogs out to chase it down. An hour later, two of the dogs returned. The third was
never to be seen again.
Harry shrugged it off and changec into sleepwear. He heard something like claws scratching against the front door. Cocking his rifle, he sent the two remaining dogs after the noise. Half an hour later, only one dag returned, whining and afraid.
Harry shrugged it off again and went to bed. He was awoken later by the scratching noise again. Only this time, it was coming from his window. In a flurry, Harry sent his remaining dog to find the noise. After waiting an hour, the dog did not return. Harry shook his head and went back to bed.
Two hours later, the scratching woke him up. This time, it came from the foot of his bed. In an instant, the chimpanzee creature had lunged up on his bed. "Tailsies...where is my tailsies?" It hissed in a demonic, insane way.
Harry didn't move. His eyes were huge with fright. The creature honed in on him. "You..." it pointed a shaking, hairy finger at the man. "You stole my tailsies...you ate my tailsies..."
With a hiss, the creature was on Harry. It tore open the man's stomach. It had been reunited with it's tail.
To this day, nobody has found any evidence as to where Harry's and his dogs' bodies are. They simply vanished. As to where? Nobody knows...
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
by indebted » Mon Jul 11, 2011 6:57 pm
Hi! You'll have to hear a lot about the family, then you will see the part that's scary.
Aoushiku is my name. My mother was murdered but she returned to help me. My father was a evil man. He killed my mother, then tried to kill me. Here is the story.
Once my father, I, and my mother Ishku had lived happily together. But then my father started to go to a local restaurant. There he saw a beautiful girl, named Zatak. I don't know why my father liked her more. My mother was perfect in every way you could think of. Her face was like that of a white peach's and her eyes were brilliant blue. Her skin was not too dark, not too light. Not a single dot or speck on my mother's skin. Everything was perfect. Zatak was not even as beautiful as my mother!
But perhaps my father was tricked into this deal. Perhaps Zatak said she had gold, millions of pounds of it. Perhaps Zatak said that if he married her, he could rise into a huge person of the country. And my father was foolish enough to believe it. And Zatak would have knew her plan had worked. My father was very foolish to believe this. Why would such a wealthy girl hang out at a bar with such a bad reputation? But oh, my father was greedy. He believed it.
My father began to spend more and more time at that bad bar. And a few weeks after that, he began to go to lots of "big, important meetings". I knew he was just hanging out at that bar, flirting with Zatak. My mother cried. I tried to comfort her. I was only three, but I had to help my mother. She and I knew that my father would soon make my mother a second wife. And perhaps, soon she would become maybe a third, fourth, or fifth wife, as soon as my father met more women that promised him a plentiful future. This was sad, but it was the truth.
"Aoushiku! We're going out for a nature trail, let's go. Daddy's calling!" called my father, waving to me. I waddled over. I was just a toddler at the time, so I wasn't too good at walking. But I knew the basics. My father dressed up into his "rag clothes for nature trails", and picked me up. We jumped into the car, and off we drove.
We were just looking at the beauty of the countryside, seeing how beautiful it was when you looked from a high place, like the cliff we were standing on. And then my mother made the mistake of standing too close to the world below. My father ran up to her and pushed her off. What could I do? I screamed and screamed. But my father put my hand over my mouth. I knew he wasn't kidding when he said to my mother "You had better watch out, or you'll fall right off". He was using that statement as a joke more and more around the house. So I knew he hadn't heard that joke from his boss. My father was not a man of laughter. So even if he said that "joke", he wouldn't say it a second time.
Zatak was very mean and cruel. She was always trying to murder me in my bed, I have proof. I found a golden dagger right next to me, and I had blood pouring out of my hand. But I survived.
Eventually my father tried to kill me. He made up his mind that he would live a better life without me. So as I slept, he sneaked into my room, and took that golden dagger. Just as the dagger was one centimeter from my heart, I heard a ghostly wail. I gasped. That was my mother's voice! "You killed me, and now you are trying to kill my daughter? You have married a woman that I did not even know of. In my heart, this act could kill a thousand dragons." wailed my mother. My mother was from China, and there they believed dragons could never die. And then I knew how much my mother's heart had broken. My father was afraid. "I-Ish-Ishku. Y-you don't belong here. G-get away fr-from me. Y-you h-have no r-right to-to n-not obey." he stuttered. But my mother kept wailing. "I have every right. You killed me of greed. You tried to kill my daughter. I am a ghost now. I have every right. And you were always a bad man. Even-even if you killed Aoushiku she'd become a ghost and she'd join me. We'd both pull you down below Earth." she wailed again.
This time my father was even more afraid. In self defense, he tried to thrust the dagger into my mother's back. "I will not die! I cannot die again! But you have done it. I am going to kill you too." she cried. And after that, my father's eyes grew as big as golden coins. My mother twirled. My father screamed in pain. Then she twirled a second time. My father screamed again, then fell to the floor begging my mother to make it stop. But my mother continued. "Ishku! Stop it! You cannot do this..to me..." my father started. But after that, he fell to the floor. My mother smiled warmly at me. "Come and join me. Come." she said, motioning for me to take her hand. I didn't know what to do, so I took her hand. She took me to a small cottage. I now live there. As a ghost.
Aoushiku is my name. My mother was murdered but she returned to help me. My father was a evil man. He killed my mother, then tried to kill me. Here is the story.
Once my father, I, and my mother Ishku had lived happily together. But then my father started to go to a local restaurant. There he saw a beautiful girl, named Zatak. I don't know why my father liked her more. My mother was perfect in every way you could think of. Her face was like that of a white peach's and her eyes were brilliant blue. Her skin was not too dark, not too light. Not a single dot or speck on my mother's skin. Everything was perfect. Zatak was not even as beautiful as my mother!
But perhaps my father was tricked into this deal. Perhaps Zatak said she had gold, millions of pounds of it. Perhaps Zatak said that if he married her, he could rise into a huge person of the country. And my father was foolish enough to believe it. And Zatak would have knew her plan had worked. My father was very foolish to believe this. Why would such a wealthy girl hang out at a bar with such a bad reputation? But oh, my father was greedy. He believed it.
My father began to spend more and more time at that bad bar. And a few weeks after that, he began to go to lots of "big, important meetings". I knew he was just hanging out at that bar, flirting with Zatak. My mother cried. I tried to comfort her. I was only three, but I had to help my mother. She and I knew that my father would soon make my mother a second wife. And perhaps, soon she would become maybe a third, fourth, or fifth wife, as soon as my father met more women that promised him a plentiful future. This was sad, but it was the truth.
"Aoushiku! We're going out for a nature trail, let's go. Daddy's calling!" called my father, waving to me. I waddled over. I was just a toddler at the time, so I wasn't too good at walking. But I knew the basics. My father dressed up into his "rag clothes for nature trails", and picked me up. We jumped into the car, and off we drove.
We were just looking at the beauty of the countryside, seeing how beautiful it was when you looked from a high place, like the cliff we were standing on. And then my mother made the mistake of standing too close to the world below. My father ran up to her and pushed her off. What could I do? I screamed and screamed. But my father put my hand over my mouth. I knew he wasn't kidding when he said to my mother "You had better watch out, or you'll fall right off". He was using that statement as a joke more and more around the house. So I knew he hadn't heard that joke from his boss. My father was not a man of laughter. So even if he said that "joke", he wouldn't say it a second time.
Zatak was very mean and cruel. She was always trying to murder me in my bed, I have proof. I found a golden dagger right next to me, and I had blood pouring out of my hand. But I survived.
Eventually my father tried to kill me. He made up his mind that he would live a better life without me. So as I slept, he sneaked into my room, and took that golden dagger. Just as the dagger was one centimeter from my heart, I heard a ghostly wail. I gasped. That was my mother's voice! "You killed me, and now you are trying to kill my daughter? You have married a woman that I did not even know of. In my heart, this act could kill a thousand dragons." wailed my mother. My mother was from China, and there they believed dragons could never die. And then I knew how much my mother's heart had broken. My father was afraid. "I-Ish-Ishku. Y-you don't belong here. G-get away fr-from me. Y-you h-have no r-right to-to n-not obey." he stuttered. But my mother kept wailing. "I have every right. You killed me of greed. You tried to kill my daughter. I am a ghost now. I have every right. And you were always a bad man. Even-even if you killed Aoushiku she'd become a ghost and she'd join me. We'd both pull you down below Earth." she wailed again.
This time my father was even more afraid. In self defense, he tried to thrust the dagger into my mother's back. "I will not die! I cannot die again! But you have done it. I am going to kill you too." she cried. And after that, my father's eyes grew as big as golden coins. My mother twirled. My father screamed in pain. Then she twirled a second time. My father screamed again, then fell to the floor begging my mother to make it stop. But my mother continued. "Ishku! Stop it! You cannot do this..to me..." my father started. But after that, he fell to the floor. My mother smiled warmly at me. "Come and join me. Come." she said, motioning for me to take her hand. I didn't know what to do, so I took her hand. She took me to a small cottage. I now live there. As a ghost.
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
by just'marley » Tue Jul 12, 2011 6:42 am
Wow. That, that was really kewl. If you add more detail and continue with the story, add more words and make it larger, you could turn it into a novel, then a series!
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
by Chara Dreemurr » Tue Jul 12, 2011 2:48 pm
Devil Spawn Child wrote:animal4eva wrote:Omg... im sorry to hear.. omg all ur houses. Its stalking u which means it stickign to one house hold... have you had ur house blessed? to you own a cross? i recomend getting one..
...Crosses burn me... I had one before meeting him, but after seeing him it had burned into my neck... I have no scar but if I wear one it leaves a very clear red burn... I cant wear one and IM not getting one tattoed... I cant get any house blessed because it makes me very uncomfortable being in holy places...
I honestly don't mind them, but I don't like them. They make me have some sort of mental burn, but if I ignore it (or it looks heavily satanic), I'm fine.
Being in any type of holy place makes me uncomfortable. I tend to feel like someone would if a 89 year old perverted man watches them at night.
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
by indebted » Tue Jul 12, 2011 8:01 pm
Thanks! :3 I'm gonna post another one. I'm not particularly good at horror stories, so excuse me if I'm not very good. And if I do make a novel or a series, I'll send you a link. I'm going to put it here: http://www.neopets.com/~3ethread2334 in a few hours, so if it's not there be patient.Wow. That, that was really kewl. If you add more detail and continue with the story, add more words and make it larger, you could turn it into a novel, then a series!
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Timmy's family lived happily, until a gypsy came to their home. "You will have a great loss to your family if you do not cure your son of greed!" she screamed, and ran out of their house. But Timmy's family didn't care. They just continued with their lives and did nothing. But the gypsy was right. One day, Little Timmy's greed would bring to his family's undoing...
Little Timmy was sitting on the couch, watching his favorite TV show. "Timmy! I've got some candy for you." said a strange voice. But Timmy didn't care that he didn't know that man, so he climbed up the stairs. "Come to the second step." said the voice. Timmy obeyed. "My name is Rellik, come here." Timmy went up and up-till a black cloaked figure, no skin no meat, came. A nametag on him said "Rellik". "Where is the candy, where?" asked Timmy greedily. "Oh, candy?" said the figure mischievously. He put his hand in his pocket, took out some brains and said, "This is candy. And I think I like your candy too." Timmy screamed. He tried to run. But it was no use. He was glued there. The figure smiled, and then took out a knife. Stabbing Timmy again and again, the figure began to eat. Timmy looked in the mirror that was in the hallway. Rellik=Killer. With his last breath, Timmy breathed out, "Killer...You are a killer..."
Little Timmy's mother and father returned home from the shop with the groceries. As they looked for their son, the mother gasped and fainted dead away. So did the father. For they had found their son, with a knife through his heart and a blood written message, "You didn't listen..."
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
by just'marley » Wed Jul 13, 2011 4:45 am
kewl!
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Have you ever heard of the boatsy turvy? No? Its a true story. My mothers friend, Karen Hall, well her husband works in a neighborhood boat docking place. And he was on a boat, and he was sitting down, when all of a sudden the boat jerked forward. A man fell in the water. He was sucked into the propellars and cut in half. One of his sides was found. The other... is still in the river today. This was about 3 months ago though. It could be anywhere in the... May... River.
THE END! Its true im serious.
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Have you ever heard of the boatsy turvy? No? Its a true story. My mothers friend, Karen Hall, well her husband works in a neighborhood boat docking place. And he was on a boat, and he was sitting down, when all of a sudden the boat jerked forward. A man fell in the water. He was sucked into the propellars and cut in half. One of his sides was found. The other... is still in the river today. This was about 3 months ago though. It could be anywhere in the... May... River.
THE END! Its true im serious.
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
by Jinx. » Sat Jul 16, 2011 4:37 pm
Heres something that happened last night...
I had this feeling last night that I was being watched. Now, I'm not usually the kind of person who worries about these things, but I felt the need to see what was going on. I got up and went to look around the house. There was a hunched-up figure in the kitchen leaning against the table. I thought it was my little brother so I called his name. No response. I went closer and the figure looked up at me. It was...weird. It was a man and he had...no eyes. There were big, dark holes and blood. Lots of blood. I had the strangest feeling I knew him from somewhere. Anyway, I was freaked by his eyes and I backed away. The man stood up too. I backed up to the counter and banged against it. The man took a step towards me and I just stood there. I didn't fancy an eyeless man coming towards me, but it looked like he wanted something. He stopped a few inches in front of me. It was freezing! I was shivering. The man looked at me and slowly stretched out his arm. He pointed out of the window that was behind me. I turned and looked. The old shed in the sheep paddock. I turned back and he was gone. I sprinted back to my room and tried to fall asleep. I couldn't stop worrying about the sheep for some reason. I eventually fell asleep. I woke up this morning and found the weirdest thing around my neck. One of those little pine trees that you put in cars to make them smell nice. Then I remembered last night. I sprinted out the door to the shed. There were two dead lambs on the floor. They appeared to have been eaten by something. Foxes, I suspect. I think that is why that man was pointing, but I dunno why...
I had this feeling last night that I was being watched. Now, I'm not usually the kind of person who worries about these things, but I felt the need to see what was going on. I got up and went to look around the house. There was a hunched-up figure in the kitchen leaning against the table. I thought it was my little brother so I called his name. No response. I went closer and the figure looked up at me. It was...weird. It was a man and he had...no eyes. There were big, dark holes and blood. Lots of blood. I had the strangest feeling I knew him from somewhere. Anyway, I was freaked by his eyes and I backed away. The man stood up too. I backed up to the counter and banged against it. The man took a step towards me and I just stood there. I didn't fancy an eyeless man coming towards me, but it looked like he wanted something. He stopped a few inches in front of me. It was freezing! I was shivering. The man looked at me and slowly stretched out his arm. He pointed out of the window that was behind me. I turned and looked. The old shed in the sheep paddock. I turned back and he was gone. I sprinted back to my room and tried to fall asleep. I couldn't stop worrying about the sheep for some reason. I eventually fell asleep. I woke up this morning and found the weirdest thing around my neck. One of those little pine trees that you put in cars to make them smell nice. Then I remembered last night. I sprinted out the door to the shed. There were two dead lambs on the floor. They appeared to have been eaten by something. Foxes, I suspect. I think that is why that man was pointing, but I dunno why...
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)
by Chara Dreemurr » Thu Jul 21, 2011 3:43 pm
To warn you, most likely. Not all spirits are poltergeists.
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