Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[~JellyFish~]

(Ch. 3)

The demon growled. "You will die.."
Dominic will have to figure something out to get awat from the demon.
The demon was about to strike if Dominic suddenly flipped him over pinning him. "NO!" He snapped.
The demon suddenly squeaked. "H-How!"
Dominic smirked. "I feel...more powerful.." he laughed evily and struck the demon killing him!
The demon turned to ash and the wind took his ashes away.
Dominic felt ill. He fell back. "Ugh," he whined, "What happened..."

Ezio ran over. "You're alive! I mean, you ok?"
Dominic frowned as Ezio helped him up. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine!" he snapped.
Ezio tilted his head. "What is wrong with you?"
"You sent me out here to my death! how could you!" Dominic was furious with his brother!
He slapped him and walked away.
Ezio rolled his eyes. "Stupid boy." he followed.
The brothers walked through the dark woods and everyone animal they saw was friendly with Dominic, but not Ezio?
A deer walked up to Dominic and nuzzled him. Dominic petted the deer and said, "Yes my dear, things will be alright without that
horrid monster around." he smiled and walked away. The deer hoofed Ezio in the stomach and leaped away.
Ezio yelped. "Son of a-! never mind.." he muttered to his self. He got up and followed Dominic again.

Dominic saw a Bandit running by and sliced his throat!
The Bandit yelped and fell to the ground, dead!
Ezio's mouth dropped. "What the..."
"What?" Dominic said seeming calm?
"You just murdered him!" Ezio replied.
"He was a Bandit." Dominic said and walked away without a care.
Ezio scratched his head. "What is wrong with him..?"
A ghost girl appeared and growled at Dominic, "Blood of the innocent should be a feast..."
"And Blood from the evil should be most divine for a real feast!" Dominic hissed.
The ghost growled. "Go for it.."
"Okay," he used blue magick and the ghost screamed disappearing?!
Ezio fainted!

(ch. 4 coming soon..)

[. ME]

( OMG SMOSH<3 I LOVE YOUR SIGNATURE I LOVE SMOSH TOO :]]]]]]]]. " Come on chilly pepper, lets go beat the c*** out of some people! BUT NOT LITERALLY CUZ THATS FREAKEN GROSS! )

And, heres a story. I dunno what to call it. I guess I'd call it just 'Vampire' Or something stupid.

Micheal stared out the window. He got out of his car when he stopped at the place is school dance was chosen for. He slammed the door shut, sighed, and walked in. He flipped his long blonde hair, for he couldn't see. He walked inside, very slowly and carefully. He sat down on a chair, when a pretty girl walked right in front of him. He didn't recognize her from his school, but he didn't care. " Care to dance? " The pretty girl said in a light and soft tone. " Uh, Sure. " He replied as he rose from his chair. He danced with her all night. " I gotta tell you....Something. " She said as she pulled him into closet. " Im.....-" She stopped mid-sentence and bit into his neck, eyes red, large fangs. He screamed as his skin turned pale, hair black, eyes red, and large fangs grew. " YOUR A VAMPIRE! " He shrieked. " Your one too " She said, with a evil smile. Then she dove at him, scratching and biting. " GET OFF! THIS HURTS! " He hissed as he bit hard into her arm. " Im killing you! Evicting you! " She growled as she bit his neck even harder. Then he took out a knife and stabbed her in the chest, as she did the same. They both stared blankly at each other as they fell over onto there faces, dead. Now, this place is never visited to, due to these two vampire ghouls, whom most will say will kill you.

[QUITTING DELETE ME]

P.S: REAL!!!!

I was at a kid's sort of gym with a friend I had just made, and we were sitting in this li'l gap and we heard a low growl. We looked and we saw nothing. In that same place my friend closed her eyes and she saw herself being dragged into the Death zone...by a phantom. Then we walked a bit and saw some hanging draughts that were moving... and we were the only people there. Then, on the bouncy castle, my friend fell over every time she tried to touch 1 end of the castle but I didn't fall over.
And when my new friend left, she told me... that the phantom's body was buried underneath it..and that he died in 1950.
An eight year old's regular creepy day. That was sometime last year.

[Extraordinary_Girl]

I knew he was gonna be a werewolf when you said he was looking at you like a piece of meat! First thing I thought: He is a werewolf

Thank you!

[Extraordinary_Girl]

I've got annother one
Bad Blood
Chrysta, as every one calls her, was walking down the beach. Summer holidays, she thought, were the most amazing times in her life. She saw her real-dad, she hanged round with her friends, and to top it all off, her mum got her a dog. Chrysta had wanted a dog for so long, she didn't want one of those small, fuzzy, yappy things. No she wanted either a Malamute(sp) or an Irish-Wolfhound. She guessed that a dog was going to move in, she saw her mum bring in huge bads of dog food. She just flipped when she saw a huge, slobbering Irish gazing at her from the door-way.
"Now you take care of her Charrys, I don't want her getting lost. You can think of a name while you're walking her."
Warned her mum.
'You look inteligent enough, the stick on the left is Luna, the stick in the middle is Cara and the stick on the right is Deimos. Which do you like most. Point to the corresponding stick.'
The dog looked like she was thinking and pushed the right stick with her nose.
'Well Deimos it is.'
"reymroor!"
'Wow, clever girl!'
As Chrysta bent down to give Deimos a belly rub, she looked into her eyes and saw a young girl being pulled out of a lake by a dog. The girl looked alot like Chrysta, and the dog looked alot like Deimos.
That was weird, thought Chrysta, as she made her way home.
She never made it back. Her mum went looking for her and saw an Irish-wolfhound who looked alot like Deimos pulling a girl who looked alot like Chrysta out of a lake. The girl had purple bruises round her neck, as if she was strangled. Her mother never did see Deimos change back into human form, she didn't see until it was too late as a pair of caloused hands slowly wrapped round her neck.

I know it doesn't really go with the title but i hope it's good.

[frobischer]

You know those things, Pillow Pets? I had a dream where a little girl had one that looked like a sheep, and one night it kind of came alive and smiled like this: 8D and then it attacked the girl. O.O

[sarcasteil]

DYK That if it wasn't for the Devil we wouldn't be here?

[Sweetart]

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?"

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

I've heard that one before..Best Story Ever!

[. ME]

I heard the drip drip one before too, but a bit different. It went like this:

It was a average day, and Amy sat and watched the news. It said that the killer had escaped from the prison. She gasped, and ran to her parents, who were leaving to there 8:00PM party. " Daddy, Mommy! PLEASE DONT! The murderer is gonna get me! " She cried. Her dad said " We have to, this isnt a regular party. You know we are poor and that this is a party I could get promoted! ". Then they left. She sopped for a few minutes, then thought: " I better go to bed. ". So she lay in bed, when her dog whined. He ran under the bed. She shrugged. But then she got thirsty, so she went into the kitchen and got herself a cup of water. She heard her dog let out a yelp. " Keep quiet! " She called. She went into her room, and put her hand under the bed, trying to pet her dog. He started to lick her hand. He did that when he was afraid. " Its ok, Spike. " She said quietly. Then she heard a noise. Drip,Drip,Drip. " The murderer! " She whispered. She hid under the blanket. It continued on. Drip,Drip,Drip. So she got out of bed, and tried to find where it was coming from. She heard it loudest from the bathroom. So she opened the door.... And her dog was hung on the shower head with tight rope around his neck, and his stomach cut open. There was a huge sticky note on the sink that she read aloud: " People can lick too! ".

[Sweetart]

This is called keyhole...


Keyhole



Keyhole is a creepy story about a man who stayed in a strange hotel and encountered something very odd indeed.



A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the keyhole. This time, all he saw was red. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”

hehe... it's like my favorite story!