Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

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Alone

You ever been left alone in the woods on a full moon, no one near you, town miles away?
That is where I found myself that night, the night I died, I don't remember much. Only that it was christmas eve and the bells were being sounded for the countdown till christmas day. The bells would sound again precisely at midnight, the begining of christmas joy.

I was only six the day I died, I had my doll, Sukai. I remember climbing into bed as my mum kissed me goodnight, I remember the song she used to sing. It was just like any other night, except the knocking, that dreadful knocking. Maybe if I hadn't followed curious of where it lead. Maybe if I had stayed at home in my nice warm bed. That horrific sound, made with a stick.

I was just dosing off the warmth warming me, when I heard it the first knock, I put it to mother moving her table like she always does. Then the second knock came, I shot up in my bed.
"Mother?" I called out, I was greeted by silence.
I climbed out of bed as the knocking sound continued, it lead me down stairs, along the hall. To the door, I knew I wasn't allowed to go out at night, but curiousity got the better of me. I unlocked the door and slipped out into the bitter cold. Snowflakes fell to the ground, my feet were cold but I didn't care, I walked on into the town and out into the wood. Always following that knocking sound.
"Hello?" I called out, I was unsure if anyone would answer but my own echo. Silence. Still continued to follow, if only I turned back. I saw him then the little boy dressed in white tapping his stick off the floor. I gripped Sukai tight.
"Hello, are you lost?" I asked, he continued to tap.
"No, are you dead?" The little boy asked, I froze what did he mean dead?
"What do you mean?" I trembled, shivering with fear.
"Have you been killed, by the boy with no face?" He continued. I shook my head backing away. He turned toward me and I screamed, I was too far from town for anyone to hear. The boy's face was gone, just a skull. There was no smile, there was no tounge.
"You...have no face." I stated and the little boy laughed.
"He took it, I need a face, your so pretty." He chuckled and I ran, I heard him screech with rage I heard him run after me with inhuman speed. I couldn't find the town I was lost and alone. Alone with the boy with no face. I heard him laugh and clap his hands together with glee.
I sat down in the hollow tree, hugging Sukai so tight. I wanted my mother, I wanted to go home, that's where I died as the bells sounded for christmas day. In the hallow tree hiding from the boy with no face.

I still haunt the woods today, running for home away from the boy with no face. I want to go home for here I'm always alone. Alone with the boy with no face.

[Dakotaisnotonfire]

( Enjoy my fellow Horror Lovers(; )

February 21st, 1987, Wimberely, TX.

"It was a Saturday, the day it happened, I recall" the petite girl proclaimed, her blonde curly locks in a tangle around her face, her blue eyes bright and wide, as if she was a deer in headlights. Her name was Joanna Hardfort, and she was my next door neighbor, 17 years of age, and claiming to have encountered the worst thing in the world. A werewolf. Even at the thought of it before, I would have giggled, laughed so hard I cried even, but something about Joanna's story struck a chord in my heart, playing it like a harp. She seemed genuinely hurt and scared. So today, February 21st, year 1987, I, Marlee Fardexcent decided to interview her, and see if I could actually get to the bottom of her problems.

You see, for years Joanna had been messed up, wandering about at night like a fool, getting into trouble in her sleep, and occasionally, even smashing in windows. Everyone had labeled her the 'Wimberely Wanderer", and would just scare her on home to her deranged and worried parents each and every night it seemed. Her parents were shamed of her, and would always lock her up in her room, but every night, she found a way out, and no one quite knew how. But anyways, since Joanna was 15, she had been doing these crazy wandering acts, and no one knew what to diagnose her with. She didn't act crazy or violent, no signs of her illness were evident. That's exactly why I'm here. No one had been brave enough to actually sit down the single person who could help. Joanna herself.

I cleared my throat, and looked at the wiry girl, brushing my brown hair aside awkwardly. Me and Joanna hadn't talked since she went off the deep end. You see, we attended the same village school building, and participated in the same grade or class. We used to be close, but now, it seems as if Joanna didn't even recall my name. I was lucky she even agreed to sit down and speak, seeing as usually, her mouth was sowed shut. She continued to give me this blank look, but by the look, I knew she was there somewhere inside and would speak when spoken to. So here it went. "Saturday, right Joanna?" she nodded vigorously, her curls bouncing up and down like a trampoline with extra springs. "And this was 2 years ago almost exactly?" I questioned, and she turned her head slightly, and peered down at her feet. "Yes" she whispered, her voice croaky and unused, the sound hurt my ears, but it was necessary.

Preparing myself to ask something else, before I could, she stood up and pressed her hand to my mouth, and before I could start to struggle, she whispered to me. "Shhh, shhh. I will tell you all, just be silent" she quipped, and slowly let loose of me, and let me sit back down, but the stare she set on me told me that if I didn't listen, I would obviously face consequences, so I was silent, and listened intently as she started.

"1985, February 24th, only a few miles from here" she stated, a new intelligence about the wired girl, scary almost, as if it was her old self speaking, recalling it all. "I was out to get some sap that pa had drained earlier from a tree out in the woods bout' a mile or so from my house. It was a normal thing, but never at night. Never." she said, emphasis on the 'Never', and it sent chills down my spine. "I wasn't scared, it was too busy in the village for the wolves to be lurking, and nothing else in the forest could threaten me, it never had." she said, biting her lip harshly. "Until that night. No one believes what happened, you'll believe me, right Marlee?" she questioned, her sudden knowledge of my name tearing deep into my heart, grabbing me and steeling me for the rest. "I was a few feet from the tree when I heard the leaves crackling behind me. I laughed, thinking it was my dear father out to scare me, or one of the town's boys playing a silly trick like always. But after it kept on for a few more minutes, I started to get frustrated, and then it started. The growling, the wretched, deep throated growl that bit into my very soul, it ripped at my ears and tore at me, keeping me still as I heard whatever it was getting closer. As I saw it come to my peripheral vision, I could see dark, bristled hairy fur, long white fangs, pinned back ears, and a thickly muscled body portraying a beast in top shape. But this was not just any forest beast." she said, taking a break, looking at me, narrowing her eyes to see if she could read my emotions. Obviously satisfied, she continued.

"His eyes were a blank yellow, so eye catching, I couldn't look away. His shoulder was even above me head, and at that time, I was already 5'6, he was the biggest thing I had ever set eyes on. Of course I was scared, but I couldn't run, and before I could try again, it spoke" she stopped, and then took on an unnatural tone, one certainly not native to her own body. "Joanna, you have finally arrived, you have. Such a pretty little girl, you smell so sweet, like the roses by your window, am I right? The soil underneath your window is soft as well. It is where I was born, and have slept for the past 15 years of your life" it chuckled, getting a few inches closer, it's hot breath in her face, puffing clouds into the arid night. "I bet your scared, little Joanna. Don't be scared" it said, its smile crude and crooked, it's uneven teeth jaggedly set around it's mouth. "I just want to be your friend" it stated, looking deep into her eyes. And that's when her voice returned, and she shook her head. "I don't remember anything after that. But I know that's when I lost it. That's when I started my wandering and odd speech. I knew I would never be the same." she said, biting her lip, and then she looked dead at me. "You know, Marlee, he made me promise to only tell my story to one person, and I told it to you" she said, covering her mouth, giggling slightly. "You know what he also said? That whoever I told would perish" she said, her laughter turning into a cackle now, screeching at my ears.

My heart was in a full blown panic now. I didn't want to believe Joanna's scary tale! It couldn't be real. We were 17 for goodness sakes, with a town around us, I had to get out of this barn and get back to my house, and leave this demented girl here. I should have never asked to talk to her. I ran past her, her laughter still a screech, as I sprinted to the large barn doors, flinging them open, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Strewn throughout the streets were bodies. And only a few feet away I saw my parents, ripped and tore apart, they had obviously tried to make it to me. But from what? That beast couldn't possibly be real. To commit this kind of damage, a whole pack of hungry, deranged wolves must have taken over the village. Blood was coating the ground, and if I stepped even further, I would be submerged in a pool of it. Gulping, I plugged my nose, the smell of death violently assaulting me. I walked carefully, trying not to slip on the carnage, the guts and body parts all around me misshapen.

I made it past the last house, and almost to my family's barn, where our horses were stalled. I planned on taking one and riding into the next village, to get help, but before I could open the doors, I heard it. The rustling of leaves behind me. I would have tried to play it off as if it was just someone tricking me, but everyone was dead. Brutally murdered, at that. I gulped, and slowly turned my head, only to freeze in place when I saw it was only Joanna standing there, humming to herself, her hands covered in blood. She was holding the heart of someone, who knew who. I was about to scream at her to drop it, when she lifted it up to her face, and took a bite out of it, blood spurting everywhere, and running down her chin, soaking into her pretty little green dress that her mother had knitted for her awhile back. She dropped the heart and grinned at me, opening her mouth, and blood gurgled out, splattering down her chin like a baby without a bib. But this baby wasn't innocent or sweet.

At that point, I started to figure she was the beast herself, but I then felt the hot breath on my neck, and staring at Joanna, I could see the large smile plastered onto her face. "Enjoy Marlee" she simply said, and turned away, skipping through the strewn blood and guts, jumping over people here and there, and then resuming her happy go lucky advance, leaving me with whatever it was. I stood stock still as it came into my line of vision, the thick bristly coat, the laid back ears, the stench of death and decay accompanying it with every step. Its shoulder was above my head, and it's head was as round as a barrel. As it opened it's mouth I could see protruding white canines, saliva steadily dripping from it's fangs. "Marlee Marlee Marlee" it said, as if it was scolding me like my mother used to do. "You must be scared Marlee" and before I could nod, it smirked, and said something else. "Good. Scared always makes for a better meal. The rest never saw it coming, they didn't taste that great at all. Bland really, if the adrenaline had been running through their veins like it is in yours, mmm, dear Marlee, maybe I would have been satisfied enough to save you for another day, but who wants to live without their mummy and pappy? I certainly know you don't" it winked, it's petrifying yellow eyes animated almost, like dancing yellow flames, keeping me calm almost. And before I knew it, it was over, the wolf's steel jaws snapped like a trap around my neck, beheading me, and in the last few seconds my brain worked, I could see it smile viscously, my blood soaking its jaws, dripping off it's chin like juice. And then it was dark.


The tale is told to be true, that if you ever visit a village, or even live in one, and there's that one odd girl, run, run like your already dead, because if she chooses to speak to you, or even open her mouth, everyone is doomed, because she's the wolf's only friend, and no one can take her away from him. Their secret must be kept. Shhhhhh.

Nice story. Plan on telling my little bro to terrify him XD One thing though. Wolves have yellow teeth dogs have white teeth.

I know what the wolf pic if from!!! It was an awesome movie! Nice story too!

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It was a dark stormy night, and Jacob was alone in his house with his friends, with the lights off. Jacob is 7 years old, his friends stayed over to spend a night, and they were supposed to be sleeping but they werent. They were telling scary stories to each other in the dark. jacob had 3 friends over, Tod who was a boy, kate who was a girl and tim who was a boy. It was jacobs turn, he planned to scare everyone. He told about a young girl, the age of 3 coming out in the middle of the night to murder children that werent in bed and are supposed to be. thats the story his big brother told him when he wouldnt go to sleep. His brother protested it was true but his mother told him not to listen to those "lies". After he finished telling his story, pretty soon kate had to go potty, so tod tim and jacob waited for her. And after about 30 minutes tim said she was prabably putting makup on. But Jacob was thinking more than that, "what if something happened to her!?" jacob protested, but tim and tod didnt listen. Then after about 1 hour tod said he was going to go check up on her and tell her to hurry up with the makeup, but jacob could tell he was worried too. So tod went to the bathroom, but he shouted out "the bathrooms closed" and tim answered "then knock" Jacob and tim heard him knock, they didnt here a answer but knowing kate she talks low. jacob and tim sat there, watching the time go by, but still no tod or kate. Soon tim got worried also, so he went back there, Jacob soon got scared because knowone returned. He soon got worried and was going to go back there but then he stopped. He realized if everyone dissapeared when they go back there mabye he shouldnt. Then jacob heard a knock on the door, he went to the door and opened it, it was really foggy but he made out a little girl, about 3 or 4 at his door. H-Hello? jacob said, getting a little freaked out. Then the girl out of a gosty voice said " i gave you warnings, i killed your friends, i killed your parents, i cut your power off, but at the end you still never went to sleep, so now i must force you to.
The next day An abulance came to the house to find everyone murdered and a little girls coat on the floor.

i just made that up a while ago!

I don't think that their actions match up to their ages at all. I don't any 7 year olds who are aloud to stay home alone at night or who put on makeup? But besides that it was good.

they werent home alone, his parents were in bed and she didnt put on makeup and she doesnt know how, he just said that.

Why did an ambulance turn up to the house?

[Walkin on thin Ice…]

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It was a dark stormy night, and Jacob was alone in his house with his friends, with the lights off. Jacob is 7 years old, his friends stayed over to spend a night, and they were supposed to be sleeping but they werent. They were telling scary stories to each other in the dark. jacob had 3 friends over, Tod who was a boy, kate who was a girl and tim who was a boy. It was jacobs turn, he planned to scare everyone. He told about a young girl, the age of 3 coming out in the middle of the night to murder children that werent in bed and are supposed to be. thats the story his big brother told him when he wouldnt go to sleep. His brother protested it was true but his mother told him not to listen to those "lies". After he finished telling his story, pretty soon kate had to go potty, so tod tim and jacob waited for her. And after about 30 minutes tim said she was prabably putting makup on. But Jacob was thinking more than that, "what if something happened to her!?" jacob protested, but tim and tod didnt listen. Then after about 1 hour tod said he was going to go check up on her and tell her to hurry up with the makeup, but jacob could tell he was worried too. So tod went to the bathroom, but he shouted out "the bathrooms closed" and tim answered "then knock" Jacob and tim heard him knock, they didnt here a answer but knowing kate she talks low. jacob and tim sat there, watching the time go by, but still no tod or kate. Soon tim got worried also, so he went back there, Jacob soon got scared because knowone returned. He soon got worried and was going to go back there but then he stopped. He realized if everyone dissapeared when they go back there mabye he shouldnt. Then jacob heard a knock on the door, he went to the door and opened it, it was really foggy but he made out a little girl, about 3 or 4 at his door. H-Hello? jacob said, getting a little freaked out. Then the girl out of a gosty voice said " i gave you warnings, i killed your friends, i killed your parents, i cut your power off, but at the end you still never went to sleep, so now i must force you to.
The next day An abulance came to the house to find everyone murdered and a little girls coat on the floor.

i just made that up a while ago!

I don't think that their actions match up to their ages at all. I don't any 7 year olds who are aloud to stay home alone at night or who put on makeup? But besides that it was good.

they werent home alone, his parents were in bed and she didnt put on makeup and she doesnt know how, he just said that.

Umm, also, I don't think a seven year old would open the door late at night with their parents asleep…and why would an ambulance come?

[just'marley]

Okay, maybe their story has a few mistakes, but I thought it was pretty good. Bottom line is, a group of kids got mauled by a 3 year old when they went to the bathroom. D: Aaaand my little sister is right next to me. o.o when did she get there?

[sarcasteil]

I was never accepted. Not in clubs, my school, the groups I once signed up for.They treated me like I was some kind of.. of.. animal. Even my family looked at me as if I was a robotic servant. I was sent away to some sort of boot camp when I was young, and I was trained to follow orders for 7 years. So when on that day, July 26, 2003, I was reading a Boot Camp 275 Handbook and the door suddenly crashed open, I saw what looked like two, familiar-but-not-so-sure couple. They looked like somebody I once knew. I was taken away at the age of 3, and I was sure they were my parents. I so very dreaded that day. To me, it was like Doomsday.

So. Now's July 26, 2012, precisely 9 years' after my parents first took me home. Every year, on this day, I am to be locked inside my bedroom. I am not to come outside, starting from 3:00 AM to 12:00 PM. Every 25'th I go around the house, picking up things I would need for the dreaded 26. If anything wasn't available (as usual) I had to go to the corner shop and buy them, using my own allowance money. Every year I save as much as I can, spending as little as possible, because it was only $20 a month. I had to pay anything I needed for school by myself. If I haven't got enough money, my gran will give me. She's the best gran, like my first mother. My parents won't pay anything except the monthly school fee.

Back to the story. I stared at the ceiling, where I stuck glow-in-the-dark 3D stickers of planets, stars, animals and mythical creatures. I heard a faint buzzing sound of my cellphone. The number was gran's and the SMS read:

Hello, Amber. I know you hate this day, so why don't you come to my house? You will find a R*PE by the W*ND*W. Yesterday I put it in. Hope you will come to see me!
-Gran

I wasn't so sure. I was bullied by lots of people, they could've come to gran's house and borrow her phone. Anyway I looked under the windowsill. To my surprise, there was a coil of rope and a letter from gran telling I should pack my backpack. So I did. Filled my backpack with stuff I would need, like my phone and food. I tied one end of the rope to my bedpost, threw the other end out the window, and I reached for a pair of gloves. My hands get burned when I slide down with ropes.

After sliding down I looked around. It was dawn, and my parents were still sleeping. Silently, I ran to my gran's house, a few houses down the road. Once I arrived, I saw the light was on. I knocked lightly. After a few seconds or so gran opened the door. She ushered me in, closing the door behind her. I sat on the couch, looking at her collections of porcelain. I noticed that there was a man beside gran.
"Gran, who's that?" I asked.
"Don't speak like that. *Chuckles* This is my old friend Lucifer, Lucifer Briony. We met in.. Oh when did we meet?"
"Colledge, Ella," he answered.
"Ah yes! My old brain's already knackered eh?" She joked. Classic.

A few minutes later I was in gran's kitchen finding a snack when Lucifer came in to wash his hands.
"Um, hi Mr Briony," I tried to be nice.
"Hello Amber. Just call me Lucifer."
"'Kay."
"Amber, I want to show you something. Follow me."
Puzzled, I put down the chocolate fudge I was about to eat and followed Lucifer.
He was waiting on his bed, looking at a book he was holding. Upon hearing my footsteps, he motioned to close the door.
"You know, you and I just met. But I have been studying you for some time. Don't give me that look!"
"Fine," I muttered.
"Fire-red, 'till amber-orange. Shake and shackle till it breaths no longer. Heard that before?" He asked.
"I-I.. My parents won't give me any books on poetry."
"Aah. Very well. That was by Ephaniah Hanstring."
"Oh."
"Amber."
"Yes?"
"You don't like your life, do you? Would you like to put and end to it? Two choices, no or negative." With his right hand, he took a dagger with a fiery design with a "H" on the tip. It had bloodstains on it.
I was terrified. I tried to scream, but no voice came out. Just before he striked he asked one more question.
"Do you know the Dark Prince? Well, you just met him." With an evil grin, he stabbed his dagger into my neck. Just a few seconds before I died, I saw him transform into the Devil. Wings sprouted out of his back, horns grew on top of his head. It was a terrible sight, but I see him once in a while, with his devilish grin on his devilish face.

You might be thinking how can I tell you this story if I'm dead. Well, see, I come back to the house once in a while as a spirit, and one day I came back, sat down on my worn-out computer chair, and typed in this story.

I, Amber Kowelston, am typing this story this very minute.
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Kufu.. I am terrible at writing horror stories.. I need tips on writing them!!!!! My teacher is sending works for the 500 Word Conpetition, and I so wanna win it!
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Edit: Here's the new and improved version!

I was never accepted. They treated me like I was some kind of.. animal. Even my family looked at me as if I was a robotic servant. I was sent away to a boot camp when I was young, and I was trained to follow orders for 7 years. So when on that day, July 26, 2003, I was reading a BootCamp275 Handbook and the door suddenly crashed open, I saw what looked like two, familiar-but-not-so-sure couple. They looked like somebody I once knew. I was taken away at the age of 3, and I was sure they were my parents. I so very dreaded that day. To me, it was like Doomsday.

So. Now's July 26, 2012, precisely 9 years' after my parents first took me home. Every year, on this day, I am to be locked inside my bedroom. I am not to come outside, starting from 3:00 AM to 12:00 PM. Every 25'th I go around the house, picking up things I would need for the dreaded 26. If anything wasn't available I had to go to the corner shop and buy them, using my own money. Every year I save as much as I can, spending as little as possible, because it was only $20 a month. I had to pay anything I needed for school by myself. My parents won't pay anything except the monthly school fee.

Back to the story. I stared at the ceiling, where I stuck glow-in-the-dark 3D stickers of planets, stars, animals and mythical creatures. I heard a faint buzzing sound of my mobile. The number was gran's and the SMS read:

Hello, Amber. I know you hate this day, so why don't you come to my house? You will find a rope by the window. Yesterday I put it in.
-Gran

I wasn't so sure. I was bullied by lots of people, they could've come to gran's house and borrow her phone. Anyway I looked under the windowsill. To my surprise, there was a coil of rope and a letter from gran telling I should pack my backpack. So I did. Filled my backpack with stuff I would need, like my phone and food. I tied one end of the rope to my bedpost, threw the other end out the window, and I reached for a pair of gloves.

After sliding down I looked around. It was dawn; my parents were still sleeping. Silently, I ran to my gran's house. Once I arrived, I saw the light was on. I knocked lightly. After a few seconds or so she opened the door. She ushered me in, closing the door behind her. I sat on the couch, looking at her collections of porcelain. I noticed that there was a man beside her.
"Is he your friend?" I asked.
" This is Lucifer, Lucifer Briony. We met in.. Oh when did we meet?"
"College, "He answered.
"Ah yes! My old brain's already knackered eh?" She joked.

A few minutes later I was in gran's kitchen finding a snack when Lucifer came in to wash his hands.
"Hi Mr. Briony," I tried to be nice.
"Hello Amber. Just call me Lucifer. I want to show you something. Follow me."
Puzzled, I put down the chocolate fudge I was about to eat and followed Lucifer.
He was waiting on his bed, looking at a book he was holding. He motioned to close the door.
"You know, you and I just met. But I have been studying you for some time. Don't give me that look!"
"Fine," I muttered.
"You don't like your life, do you? Would you like to put and end to it? Two choices, no or negative." With his right hand, he took a dagger with a fiery design with a "H" on the tip. It had bloodstains on it.
I was terrified. I tried to scream, but no voice came out. Just before he striked he asked one more question.
"Do you know the Dark Prince? Well, you just met him." With an evil grin, he stabbed his dagger into my neck. Just a few seconds before I died, I saw him transform into the Devil. Wings sprouted out of his back, horns grew on top of his head. It was a terrible sight, but I see him once in a while, with his devilish grin on his devilish face.

You might be thinking how can I tell you this story if I'm dead. Well, see, I come back to the house once in a while as a spirit, and one day I came back, sat down on my worn-out computer chair, and typed in this story.

I, Amber Kowelston, am typing this story this very minute.

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I saw a few pages back abot disneys suicide mouse. I found it is true. Click. It is quite disturbing

So do any of you remember those Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 1930s? The ones that were just put out on DVD a few years ago? Well, I hear there is one that was unreleased to even the most avid classic disney fans. According to sources, it's nothing special. It's just a continuous loop (like flinstones) of mickey walking past 6 buildings that goes on for two or three minutes before fading out. Unlike the cutesy tunes put in though, the song on this cartoon was not a song at all, just a constant banging on a piano as if the keys for a minute and a half before going to white noise for the remainder of the film. It wasn't the jolly old Mickey we've come to love either, Mickey wasn't dancing, not even smiling, just kind of walking as if you or I were walking, with a normal facial expression, but for some reason his head tilted side to side as he kept this dismal look. Up until a year or two ago, everyone believed that after it cut to black and that was it. When Leonard Maltin was reviewing the cartoon to be put in the complete series, he decided it was too junk to be on the DVD, but wanted to have a digital copy due to the fact that it was a creation of Walt. When he had a digitized version up on his computer to look at the file, he noticed something.

The cartoon was 9 minutes and 4 seconds long.

"After it cut to black, it stayed like that until the 6th minute, before going back into Mickey walking. The sound was different this time. It was a murmur. It wasn't a language, but more like a gurgled cry. As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird. The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickeys walking. And the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk. On the 7th minute, the murmur turned into a bloodcurdling scream (the kind of scream painful to hear) and the picture was getting more obscure. Colors were happening that shouldn't have been possible at the time. Mickey face began to fall apart. his eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upward on the left side of his face. The buildings became rubble floating in midair and the sidewalk was still impossibly navigating in warped directions, a few seeming inconcievable with what we, as humans, know about direction. Mr. Maltin got disturbed and left the room, sending an employee to finish the video and take notes of everything happening up until the last second, and afterward immediately store the disc of the cartoon into the vault. This distorted screaming lasted until 8 minutes and a few seconds in, and then it abruptly cuts to the mickey mouse face at the credits of the end of every video with what sounded like a broken music box playing in the backround. This happened for about 30 seconds. From a security guard working under me who was making rounds outside of that room, I was told that after the last frame, the employee stumbled out of the room with pale skin saying "Real suffering is not known" 7 times before speedily taking the guards pistol and offing himself on the spot. The thing I could get out of Leonard Maltin was that the last frame was a piece of russian text that roughly said "the sights of hell bring its viewers back in". As far as I know, no one else has seen it (...untill now).

Is this a true thing? Did it really happen, or is it just a story, and the video is modern?

[Calix]

I saw a few pages back abot disneys suicide mouse. I found it is true. Click. It is quite disturbing

So do any of you remember those Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 1930s? The ones that were just put out on DVD a few years ago? Well, I hear there is one that was unreleased to even the most avid classic disney fans. According to sources, it's nothing special. It's just a continuous loop (like flinstones) of mickey walking past 6 buildings that goes on for two or three minutes before fading out. Unlike the cutesy tunes put in though, the song on this cartoon was not a song at all, just a constant banging on a piano as if the keys for a minute and a half before going to white noise for the remainder of the film. It wasn't the jolly old Mickey we've come to love either, Mickey wasn't dancing, not even smiling, just kind of walking as if you or I were walking, with a normal facial expression, but for some reason his head tilted side to side as he kept this dismal look. Up until a year or two ago, everyone believed that after it cut to black and that was it. When Leonard Maltin was reviewing the cartoon to be put in the complete series, he decided it was too junk to be on the DVD, but wanted to have a digital copy due to the fact that it was a creation of Walt. When he had a digitized version up on his computer to look at the file, he noticed something.

The cartoon was 9 minutes and 4 seconds long.

"After it cut to black, it stayed like that until the 6th minute, before going back into Mickey walking. The sound was different this time. It was a murmur. It wasn't a language, but more like a gurgled cry. As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird. The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickeys walking. And the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk. On the 7th minute, the murmur turned into a bloodcurdling scream (the kind of scream painful to hear) and the picture was getting more obscure. Colors were happening that shouldn't have been possible at the time. Mickey face began to fall apart. his eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upward on the left side of his face. The buildings became rubble floating in midair and the sidewalk was still impossibly navigating in warped directions, a few seeming inconcievable with what we, as humans, know about direction. Mr. Maltin got disturbed and left the room, sending an employee to finish the video and take notes of everything happening up until the last second, and afterward immediately store the disc of the cartoon into the vault. This distorted screaming lasted until 8 minutes and a few seconds in, and then it abruptly cuts to the mickey mouse face at the credits of the end of every video with what sounded like a broken music box playing in the backround. This happened for about 30 seconds. From a security guard working under me who was making rounds outside of that room, I was told that after the last frame, the employee stumbled out of the room with pale skin saying "Real suffering is not known" 7 times before speedily taking the guards pistol and offing himself on the spot. The thing I could get out of Leonard Maltin was that the last frame was a piece of russian text that roughly said "the sights of hell bring its viewers back in". As far as I know, no one else has seen it (...untill now).

Is this a true thing? Did it really happen, or is it just a story, and the video is modern?

That's just an old creepypasta, the video was probably made after as a kind of thing to go with the story.

[sarcasteil]

Devil's Servant

My name’s Megan Servik, I’m 13 and I go to Half Moon School of Magic.
It might sound cool but no, all we get is Eyeball Stew; the kids treat
me like a “Monster Freak.” I wished I was dead, or better, I never
existed.

So on that day, when I was practicing for my Autumn Term tests, my
door crashed open and in came the school bullies. “Servik! Wotcha
doin’ fiddling with some hocus-pocus trick?” That really tempted me to
throw a Shockbolt at them. But according to the HMSM rules (believe
me, there are about 500 of them):

“Rule no. 134: Never use Magic to harm other beings.”

Ha! As if. Pupil’s are being turned into TOADS this very second! I
ignored the rule and threw a Shockbolt at them, shocking them right
out of their socks. They fell backwards out of my door and I threw
their dirty smelly socks after them.

I looked at the calendar and groaned. Today was October 31, my
birthday. Every birthday I go home and my parents lock me up in the
“Floating-Dump,” they called it. Every year there was something nasty
waiting for me. I stuffed my rucksack with food, FizzyCola, my Magic
Study Book, and my lucky charm- a Sapphire my best friend Jocelyn gave
me.

I ran down (Actually I flew down) to the stables and unlocked my horse
Bolt. I gave him a turnip and strapped on his saddle and bridle. I
kicked him forward and we galloped towards my house.

I wonder why they did this to me. Am I a bunch of weeds in their life?
How could I, I’m at school everyday. Or is it because I’m training to
be a master wizard, but they wanted me to be a fashion model? Either
way, we both hate each other.

When we came home, I put Bolt in his stable and gave him food and
water. I ran into the house through the back door and yelled, “Mum,
Dad, I’m home! It’s not like you’d come down and hug,” I added. I ran
to my room, the attic, and locked the door.

A few minutes later, a young girl’s voice came from a dark corner of my room.
“Sora, Sora, your going to die.”
At first I thought it was my imagination. But it kept repeating until
it rang my ears. I started doing a SafeShield Spell, but it became
louder until I saw a pale girl with a knife dripping with blood come
out of the corner.

“Sora, Sora. Your dying NOW!”
She jumped at me and stabbed her knife into my chest. As I died she said,
“Sora. Your parents have made a contract with him. Now you must come
back to him. Say goodbye to Bolt and Jocelyn now.”
The girl seized me and pulled me into the hole she came from. She
jumped into the blazing fire of Hell.

“Know who I am?” she asked. “I’m the Devil’s servant.”

[Sweetart]

I saw a few pages back abot disneys suicide mouse. I found it is true. Click. It is quite disturbing

So do any of you remember those Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 1930s? The ones that were just put out on DVD a few years ago? Well, I hear there is one that was unreleased to even the most avid classic disney fans. According to sources, it's nothing special. It's just a continuous loop (like flinstones) of mickey walking past 6 buildings that goes on for two or three minutes before fading out. Unlike the cutesy tunes put in though, the song on this cartoon was not a song at all, just a constant banging on a piano as if the keys for a minute and a half before going to white noise for the remainder of the film. It wasn't the jolly old Mickey we've come to love either, Mickey wasn't dancing, not even smiling, just kind of walking as if you or I were walking, with a normal facial expression, but for some reason his head tilted side to side as he kept this dismal look. Up until a year or two ago, everyone believed that after it cut to black and that was it. When Leonard Maltin was reviewing the cartoon to be put in the complete series, he decided it was too junk to be on the DVD, but wanted to have a digital copy due to the fact that it was a creation of Walt. When he had a digitized version up on his computer to look at the file, he noticed something.

The cartoon was 9 minutes and 4 seconds long.

"After it cut to black, it stayed like that until the 6th minute, before going back into Mickey walking. The sound was different this time. It was a murmur. It wasn't a language, but more like a gurgled cry. As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird. The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickeys walking. And the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk. On the 7th minute, the murmur turned into a bloodcurdling scream (the kind of scream painful to hear) and the picture was getting more obscure. Colors were happening that shouldn't have been possible at the time. Mickey face began to fall apart. his eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upward on the left side of his face. The buildings became rubble floating in midair and the sidewalk was still impossibly navigating in warped directions, a few seeming inconcievable with what we, as humans, know about direction. Mr. Maltin got disturbed and left the room, sending an employee to finish the video and take notes of everything happening up until the last second, and afterward immediately store the disc of the cartoon into the vault. This distorted screaming lasted until 8 minutes and a few seconds in, and then it abruptly cuts to the mickey mouse face at the credits of the end of every video with what sounded like a broken music box playing in the backround. This happened for about 30 seconds. From a security guard working under me who was making rounds outside of that room, I was told that after the last frame, the employee stumbled out of the room with pale skin saying "Real suffering is not known" 7 times before speedily taking the guards pistol and offing himself on the spot. The thing I could get out of Leonard Maltin was that the last frame was a piece of russian text that roughly said "the sights of hell bring its viewers back in". As far as I know, no one else has seen it (...untill now).

Is this a true thing? Did it really happen, or is it just a story, and the video is modern?

I was gonna ask the same thing. I just clicked on the link and now I'm REALLY creeped out. I had my sound off though and now I'm wondering what it sounds like =3