Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Chara Dreemurr]

Whenever you breath, you exhale a little bit of your soul. Normally, you inhale quick enough to get it back. Ever fog up a mirror with your breath?
Don't do that.

[IcepopCS]

Woah. 0.0 Hey Lady Fortune, go to page 199 and read The Wolf-Hound.

[sarcasteil]

This is really good, you should make a banner and advertise it!

[IcepopCS]

Thank-you. ^^

[sarcasteil]

It's been really popular in my school to tell scray stories, most of them where made-up, but they send goosebumps to my back once I heard them from a few friends. I was flipping through my mind for a really scary one, (My heart beats faster when I re-write it back). And because I recently attended a school activity to stay at school and sleep there, there where some pretty scary times I went through. They where short, but scary to me. Ok, one-by-one now.
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I was just finishing taking a bath in the junior highschool bathrooms, I was all alone, my friend already finished and I was forced to go outside. i walked rapidly, then I glanced at a window. Something looked white, like somebody with a pale face, all covered in white, flying above the roof, (they call it Pocong in my country, wich looks like a dead body/ Egyptian mummy, with it's face open and blood everywhere). I ran as fast as possible out of there and into the safety of my room where I slept, with all my friends.
I told them what I saw. One of my friends said, "Once, before you cam here, some say this school was once a hospital, where they take care of people who has lost their minds. The cefetirea was once the dead-body room," She said. Another said," There once was a ghost (Kuntilanak, they called it, it was a woman with pale lips and a pale face, long black nails that looks like talons of an eagle, and can fly) in the junior high kitchen. After the maid/someone else cleaned everything up nice and tidy, he/she left the kitchen. Then not long after that a security guard past the kitchen, it was a mess, everything was thown about, the plates where smashed to pieces, and looks horrible. But there was no noise," Ended my good pal with a mysterius tone. I shivered, then went out to attend more activities.
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Another time was the eavening after that. Me and my friend was going onto the class to pick up some stuff, when we both heard a voice. It was a low, groaning or moaning voice, in that very room. We look at each other. "Hantu (Ghost)", Our lips said. We quickly grabbed what we needed, and dashed out of that room. As we closed on our other pals, we told them what we heard. "No body was there, it was hard to tell anybodu was there, the pillows and blankets, they almost looked like somebody was there," I added. "I told you to close the curtains!" My friend said. "Now look!" We shivered and got back to our group.
When I cam back, there was no sound like I heard before.
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This is true, and I am very glad to finish typing XD.
Oh yeah and I forgot to add that before the hospital was built it used to be a cemetary, so in the back yard of the school, sometimes there would be some weird sounds, like a dog howling in the middle of the night. Here only very few people have dogs, most of them are mutts.
D: I don't think their as scary as Nekox's, but read as much as you like, you might find some scary stuff there.

[IcepopCS]

(ooooooooooo 0.0)

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(Nothing special, moved stuff to two posts above me)

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The Wolf-Hound

It's never a good idea to abuse animals, or stay out past your curfew, or drink and drive, or mess up parks. Maybe if one of these things didn't happen, what you about to read would never have existed. Turn back now if this bothers you. It's your last chance.

It was a cool summer's night on Midsummer Lane. The 16 of June, 1995. A man lived on thus small street, more of like a circle of road around dome nice houses, with a park at the end. He was a nice man. Many people liked him. He would always say hi, and wave, and smile, and give gift baskets to sick and poor, and elderly. But he owned a very mean dog. The name of the dog no one knew. The dog was big, very big. He was a mottled, scarred wolf-hound, with jagged fangs and yellow eyes. He hated people, and attacked everyone he saw. So he had to be chained in the back yard.

Now it was on this cool spring night that the dog finally broke his chain, and got out of the fence. It was midnight, pitch black except for the street light, and the wolf-hound wandered into the road.

It also just so happened that two teenage boys had gotten drunk, and were driving onto the street. They were past their curfew, but were too wasted to care. Just as the dog padded into the road, the car speeded right over him with a Sharp thud. The boys didn't even notice, and drove away, leaving the dog's crushed, bloodied corpse on the road.

The next day, the dog's owner was confused. His dog disappeared! He rubbed his head, walking across the road to a neighbors house. But what he didn't notice wad the spattered of blood and brown tuft of fur stuck to the asphalt.

That same night, the two boys went to screw up the swings st the park. It was midnight, but they didn't care. And they were too busy messing around to see a mass of blood and fur rise up off of the road and stumble toward them.

One of the boys suddenly looked back, the light glinting off of his spiked golden hair. His other friend looked at him, pushing up his glasses. "What's wrong?" He asked. The road was empty. "Nothing," the blondie breathed, turning back to messing up the swings. The kid with glasses stood still, however, listening.

Hard panting suddenly closed in on him, then disappeared. The kid with glasses jumped. "Did you hear that?" He gulped. "Hear what?" Asked blondie.

"I thought I best-"he was cut if by a whirlwind of snarling, glasses shattering, and screaming as he fell to the ground with s thud. Blondie turned and gaped in horror. A large brown creature, mottled, crushed, bloodied, and missing patches of flesh ripped into his friend's face, crunching and snarling. Blood spattered on him, and he turned and ran, leaving the glasses boy to the ravenous creature and his own screams if excruciating agony that bled into the night air.

The hound turned his flattened, ripped face away from the mutilated body. He sniffed the air. The other boy escaped. His eyes glowed yellow and he bounded away, searching for his second killer.

He never did find that boy. But he's still searching. Every night, he will watch at your window, waiting. And if he sees you he will do anything to get you out of the house, and rid the world of another child. And he will wait for you. And wait.

It's a good thing he can't move during the day isn't it?vehement the sun's out he lies dead. But beware. Because if you are driving by Midsummer Lane at night, he will follow you home.

And he'll know you're there.

This is DEAD scary!

[Chara Dreemurr]

I wouldn't recommend double posting.

[IcepopCS]

Yeah. ^^ It is though.