Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[sorryIquitCS]

I read 'the message' and I nearly peed my pants. I think I might stop looking at this topic...

[Dakotaisnotonfire]

Aaah theres no need xD I read that one about the ghost thing who tried to kill her friends and all that? the one at night in a stormy evening? and she just got a shower? I couldnt sleep for days xD

[Sen507]

I don't get how these scare people. I love reading them but none ever scare me in the slightest. I usually laugh at the grusome endings and such XD. Maybe that has to do with the fact that the only stories I write and many of the ones I read are ghost stories (not scary ones, just literally stories where the main character is dead).

[sarcasteil]

Ah.. This place should make an event just for Halloween!! "The scary stories event" :3

[Dakotaisnotonfire]

I get scared but i always am like that no matter what Its cuz I picture it really well in my head as If I was there the one what its happening to and all that My imagination is rubbish but I can do that xD

[CuppycakeArousal]

Seventeen Steps

My eyes searched the shelf slowly as though browsing sleepily through a newspaper. "Nope! Nothing else I want!" I sang again, skipping to the counter and dropping down the beady eyed doll with a blue spotted dress. The cashier person, a man, looked at me and hesitated before telling me,

"Little girl, you have to listen to me carefully. Remember when you first go to be after playing with this doll, do not, and I repeat, do not[i] put her on the bottom stair at night. Do you hearr me?" He eyed me, and I leaned back, narrowing my eyes.

"Of course! I'm not stupid." I set my money down and stalked out of the store, my chin held high as though in a just winning an award...

After a while of playing with my doll, I headed upstairs, setting the doll on the bottom of the steps. I lay down in my bed. My parents and brother were all on the bottom floor, and i was the only one on the top. We lived in a huge house. I slept soundly, until I heard: "I'm on the First step, I'm on the second step, I'm on the third step, I'm on the fourth step." It stopped.

"Mommy! Mommy!" I cried. But she never came. I assumed it was just my imagination and went back to sleep.

"I'm on the fifth step, I'm on the sixth step, i'm on the seventh step, I'm on the eighth step."

"Daddy! Daddy!" I screamed. But he never came. I went back to sleep.

"I'm onn the ninth step, I'm on the tenth step, I'm on the eleventh step, I'm on the twelth step."

"Brother!" I cried, almost sobbing. He never came.

"I'm on the thirteenth step, I'm on the fourteenth step, I'm on the fifthteenth step, I'm on the sixteenth step, I'm on the seventeenth step. I'm in the hallway, I'm at your door, I'm in your bedroom. I'm on your bed, and now your DEAD!"

Anyone tell me what happened?

Actually, there's two [i]very similar to this story. It's called 'Molly' or 'The Peace Clown'

[slccat]

Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

[sarcasteil]

Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

Someone else already posted that maybe a hundred pages back :3..

[Kinchovi]

This story is called one..two...three cut down that tree.

It is by me, Kinchovi. Some is in the view of a Cats eyes.

They got me. I don't know when or how. All I can remember.... sorry it's just so cold. So empty. So lost. NO I won't let myself go like that. Never. Maybe I should start where it began, where it.... I can't go don't leave me. But they are calling those voices, sweet innocent. so familiar. Mum... dad. I have to stand strong, if you are reading this then stop now, please. Humans could never be strong enough. &&^(*%(^% Sorry it's just so hard. I have to go. I am going to let go, as I do I want you to read what happened. Tell your kind, Misty. Misty. Misty. One. Two. -------------

Three. I can't write the next bit, they are telling me, whispering large thoughts into my head. So cold, they are making me cold, making me give up. I will start with another date.

29th Febuary 1996

I remember this day, thinking the thoughts of a day that comes once every four years. I was let out early. I didn't know why at the times. The sleep was restful, picking up scents of sickness from my master's bedroom. I was scared. So scared. But I had to catch breakfast so I padded through the undergrowth.

Then. It. Saw. Me.

Red eyes, so reed... Its washing over me. It's almost time. I must tell you, I must save your kind. Please. I don't know. I don't know whats going to happen so just read this, save...

I remember that shadow. It just passed through me. Then my mind started to get cold. So cold. It hurt so much.

The red eyes, just burned my mind for days. And I didnt tell. I couldnt, something over me told me no. A shadow maybe. The voices are here again, they whisper 'One two three' I can't say. I don't want to. . They could easily destroy a human like you misty one, two...three.

I became sick. The day after it felt like something had jabbed my eye. No-one looked at me, those who did ran away screaming. I lay in horror screaching. My body turning colder, it hurts. SO much.

A week later it was unbearable. I looked into water. My eyes were a vivid red, they are trying to turn me... you insane. Please help yourself.

The cold is so unbearable...

'One two three cut down that tree'
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Misty put down the book. She examind the blood stains on the last page. She stared at the front cover. It just stated 'diary of---- signed cat.'

She had guessed it was written by a cat, her friends called her crazy when she tried to explain. They book contained her name.

Nobody else got it out the library.

Misty would stay hidden at the back and watch the book, she would wait. Wondering when someone else would read it. She wasnt certain the book was 'good' and she wasnt certain the person/cat who wrote it was 'bad'. She narrowed her eyes.

That night Misty was walking home by herself. She walked past the forest where her friends climbed trees. Then a red eye blinked open in the bush. Red and vivid.

Tell me if you want me to finnish it.

[sarcasteil]

Lol love it! so unique! CONTINUE!!!