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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

Postby Sherlock » Fri Apr 06, 2012 10:48 pm

Ikaaaaaaaaa wrote:I'm home alone xD *hides*
Here's one I heard:

There was a babysitter, and every saturday night she came over to the same family to look after their two children. She knew the family very well, and enjoyed her relaxing saturday nights as the children were very well behaved. As normal, at 8:00pm she turned her car into their driveway. They greeted her at the door, told her to help herself to food, and left for their night out.

She went inside, and sat on the couch. The youngest of the children was asleep, the other playing quietly in a corner. She was watching television when she heard the youngest cry out. The babysitter went upstairs, settled her back down and pulled the covers over her. The room was unusually cold. Turning to go back downstairs, her skin began to crawl. Standing in the furthest corner of the room was a lifesized clown statue.

His pale, waxy face grinned a toothy crimson smile at her, and his swollen nose threw his stretched lips into shadow. He was wearing a simple red tunic with a white flower and hat. The clown was still smiling in his sinister way as the babysitter picked up her phone. Dialling the parent's number quickly, she spoke; "Sorry to disturb you, but can I pull a blanket over the clown statue in your daughter's bedroom? It's starting to scare me..."

There was a silence on the line, then the father replied; "Get our children, and get out of the house. We don't have a clown statue." Terrified, the babysitter grabbed the children and began to run.
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Sitting in the resturant, a little unnerved but beginning to relax, the father's cellphone rang again. He answered immediately, to be met by heavy breathing. Someone chuckled. "Sorry to disturb you, but can I pull a blanket over your babysitter's body? It's starting to scare me..."


AHH good old campfire stories, except in our version he was a dwarf :'P
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

Postby Shinigami_Ryuk » Sat Apr 07, 2012 12:17 am

I once had a dream where I was kidnapped by Chester Bennington, but there was a crazed axe murderer on the loose and all of Linkin Park ended up dead and I randomly became a vampire and exploded in the sun...
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

Postby sarcasteil » Sat Apr 07, 2012 12:20 am

oh Wow that was freaky yet random but cool! iNever have dreams like that..
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hunter
sociopath
shadowhunter
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divergent
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photographer
crafter
painter
musician
reader
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

Postby narqotic » Sat Apr 07, 2012 12:26 am

these are awesome stories just love them
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

Postby Shinigami_Ryuk » Sat Apr 07, 2012 12:28 am

Phantom's Shadow wrote:oh Wow that was freaky yet random but cool! iNever have dreams like that..

I get hem quite often, and they are getting quite annoying.
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

Postby narqotic » Sat Apr 07, 2012 12:41 am

A man had just been sacked from his job and was really short on money. He was driving home at night time, when he came across a lady lying in the middle of the road. He thought she'd had an accident, so he got out the car and walked over to her. He then noticed she had a ring on her finger and thought it must be worth lots, so, as he was short of money, he bent down and tried frantically to pull the ring off her finger. It wouldn't come off though. It was stuck, so he pulled a penknife from his pocked, cut her finger off, took the ring, then got back into the car and drove off. 3 months later he sold the ring and made lots of money and got a new job. One night, he was driving home, when his car cut out. He didnt have his mobile on him, so he got out the car and walked to the nearest house with lights on. He knocked on the door and an old lady answered. He explained what had happened and she invited him in for a coffee. Just as she was bringing the tray of coffee's out, he noticed she had a finger missing. He asked her ''what happened to your finger'' and the lady said
''YOUVE GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!''

Not my story...
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

Postby indebted » Sat Apr 07, 2012 3:53 am

Etched into the SURFACE
Kayla's eyes glowed with power as she chanted the Bloody Mary curse. A blast of fire appeared as a scathing loking lady walked out, scratching Kayla on the face. Kayla jumped back in surprise. Was this really happening. As if Bloody Mary knew what she was thinking, she cackled evilly and said, "Oh, my dear, this is very much happening." There was a sudden flash of light.
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Kayla woke up. No Bloody Mary. But she was so sure that Bloody Mary had scratched her! Shivering, she walked into the bathroom and stared at her face. To her horror, there was a long scratch on her face that, she had just realized, seemed to be fresh, as it was throbbing painfully. Shuddering with new found fear, she turned around to stare at the mirror she had seen in her 'dream'. There were fingerprints on it and a small burn mark. Smiling she reached down to grab a tissue and began scrubbing away, attempting t o remove both stains.

After what seemed like hours, Kayla realized the truth. She froze as she turned around. The burn mark and fingerprints were on the other side of the glass. The same scathing looking lady smiled and grinned as she slit Kayla's throat and licked away at her blood.

Some scary poems-
The Ghost
I live in your dreams,
Or so you think.
I haunt your thoughts,
Passing through the minds of children
For I sit crouched in the shadows
You’ll never see me
But you can feel my presence
Just taunting you
Try stepping backward
I will have my vengeance
Take a little step into the shadows
Just a little step
It won’t hurt you
Much.


Darkness fills my bloody heart
Crimson red splatters my trail
My path has swelled the ranks of heaven
And no one dares to conquer
For I am the shadow which lurks among your nightmares
Declaring darkness on Christmas Eve
Blood fills my cold cruel claws
While a smile is plastered on my face
Bony canines poking out of my red traced mouth
A hideous form of a cloaked black figure
I take place on earth
Feeding on human’s happiness
Driving away all hope to live

I live behind the bars
The bars of darkness
Snapping at anyone who comes too near
I’ll get you for this
You brush me aside
Think I don’t exist
Because I do
I’ll sink my fangs into your neck
But don’t get me wrong
I don’t drink blood
I drink animal blood
You’re all just messy animals
Thinking you’re so great
Because think again
For Count Dracula’s alive.

Water spilled over the edge
And insanity filled my mind
Pushed over my limitations
Driven mad by it
Beware the darkness that has no name
His heart is filled with ink
He has blood spilling behind him
A history of murderous accounts
And yet he sits, silently
Crouched in the shadows
Waiting for the moment to strike
So I’m warning you
As my last plea of help
Don’t fall for the darkness that has no name.
Don’t fall for the darkness that has no name.

I watch as my eyes roll back in my head
He’s taking over and he knows it
The werewolf side
Help me I am not a murderer
I wouldn’t hurt an innocent soul
Would I?
Get out of my head you crazy thing
I can’t fight it
Please help me
It’s the moonlight madness
I’m losing this impossible battle
I’ll never get out of here
My skin is pricked with dark black fur
I’m losing I’m losing
This is so bad
Help me! I can’t kill someone
But there’s blood on my teeth now
Looks like I was too late.


Lumbering through the forest at a quick pace
I can’t kill someone, I’m a good person
Yet as my teeth lengthen
And my claws start to grow
My heart doubts that
And I begin to smile
Thrashing my head around to look for innocent human prey
I spot it- the little boy who is wandering through the woods
Too late, little boy
You’ll never return home
I sink my fangs into his neck
But an arrow shoots me in the heart
I finally realize what I’ve done
I’d rather die than heal.

Don’t challenge the girl who prowls the woods
Her black hair dark and messy
Watch her brilliant, blood red eyes
Experienced with the art of murder
A silver dagger hangs at her side
A pistol in its case
Don’t run from her
She’s fast as the wind
You’ll never get far before you bring us bad luck as well
Her bloody path will never end
And even if you get away
Her ghost shall haunt your dreams
Screaming for her mother
Who died in the place where you ran

It is the beast
His eyes dark and cold
Cruelness and coldness taints his soul
No one dares to kill him
For there is certain death involved
His canines poke around the victim
Blood traces his dark red mouth
And his eyes...
Never look, never look.

Wide amber eyes haunt my dreams
Echoing my fears which I hoped to chase away
My heart thumps in my chest as I slowly turn around
There’s nothing but air
Shivering I turn back to my work
Yet large amber eyes bore into my back
I turn around yet again
Still nothing but air
I go back to my work
Though my pencil shakes with fear
Scribbly lines dirty my white paper
I turn around for the last time
And the monster lashes out at me

He wanders the darkest places of the earth
Feeding on human happiness
He will not falter
No mercy is in his heart
He doesn’t care what their name is
Their rank
Or their family
He is quick and clean
You won’t find blood on him
He was never found
For he is the beast
Never faltering, never found.
i like dragon capitalism a lot lmao
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

Postby leaving soon » Sat Apr 07, 2012 4:27 am

Amazing I liked the first 1
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Re: Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

Postby TheOneDirectioner » Sat Apr 07, 2012 4:42 am

OH OH OH I GOTTA STORY!!!
PS - I was too lazy 2 see if anyone else already posted it.
PSS - I have 2 stories
PSSS - Hehe I hope u like my stories

As their mother was leaving, she they told her children not to open the door under any circumstances. If anyone knocks, don’t answer it, she told them.
But the boy and his sister didn’t pay attention to their mother’s warning. They thought she was being too careful. They figured they could take care of themselves in any situation.
About an hour after the parents left, the kids heard a “knock, knock, knock” on the front door. They decided to ignore it, but again, they heard “knock, knock, knock”. It happened again and again and it grew louder each time.
Eventually, the girl couldn’t stand it anymore and she told her brother she was going to answer the door. When the boy reminded her of their mother’s warning, the girl just wouldn’t listen.
Again, they heard the “knock, knock, knock” on the door. Finally the sister went downstairs. Her brother lay on the sofa watcing TV. He heard his sister’s footsteps walking down the stairs. He heard her asking loudly “Who is it?”. He heard her open the lock on the front door.
Then he heard only silence. He lay there for a while, listening for any noise, but heard nothing. Eventually, he started getting scared. His sister still hadn’t returned. He was afraid to call out to his sister, so he sneaked out the back door and made his way to their neighbor’s house.
When he went into their house, his neighbor was watching the local news channel on TV. The news anchor on TV was talking about a murder. Then they showed a reporter live at the scene of the murder.
The neighbor said to the boy, “Hey that looks like your house”.
The boy was shaking with fear. “That is my house”, he said. “And that’s my front door”.


Story 2---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A married couple were going out for the evening and called in a teenage babysitter to take care of their three children. When she arrived they told her they probably wouldn't be back until late, and that the kids were already asleep so she needn't disturb them.
The babysitter starts doing her homework while awaiting a call from her boyfriend. After awhile the phone rings. She answers it, but hears no one on the other end — just silence, then whoever it is hangs up. After a few more minutes the phone rings again. She answers, and this time there's a man on the line who says, in a chilling voice, "Have you checked the children?"
Click.
At first she thinks it might have been the father calling to check up and he got interrupted, so she decides to ignore it. She goes back to her homework, then the phone rings again. "Have you checked the children?" says the creepy voice on the other end.
"Mr. Murphy?" she asks, but the caller hangs up again.
She decides to phone the restaurant where the parents said they'd be dining, but when she asks for Mr. Murphy she is told that he and his wife had left the restaurant 45 minutes earlier. So she calls the police and reports that a stranger has been calling her and hanging up. "Has he threatened you?" the dispatcher asks. No, she says. "Well, there's nothing we can really do about it. You could try reporting the prank caller to the phone company."
A few minutes go by and she gets another call. "Why haven't you checked the children?" the voice says.
"Who is this?" she asks, but he hangs up again. She dials 911 again and says, "I'm scared. I know he's out there, he's watching me."
"Have you seen him?" the dispatcher asks. She says no. "Well, there isn't much we can do about it," the dispatcher says. The babysitter goes into panic mode and pleads with him to help her. "Now, now, it'll be okay," he says. "Give me your number and street address, and if you can keep this guy on the phone for at least a minute we'll try to trace the call. What was your name again?"
"Linda."
"Okay, Linda, if he calls back we'll do our best to trace the call, but just keep calm. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," she says, and hangs up.
She decides to turn the lights down so she can see if anyone's outside, and that's when she gets another call. "It's me," the familiar voice says. "Why did you turn the lights down?"
"Can you see me?" she asks, panicking.
"Yes," he says after a long pause.
"Look, you've scared me," she says. "I'm shaking. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted?"
"No."
"Then what do you want?" she asks.
Another long pause.
"Your blood. All over me."
She slams the phone down, terrified. Almost immediately it rings again.
"Leave me alone!" she screams, but it's the dispatcher calling back. His voice is urgent.
"Linda, we've traced that call. It's coming from another room inside the house. Get out of there! Now!!!"
She tears to the front door, attempting to unlock it and dash outside, only to find the chain at the top still latched. In the time it takes her to unhook it she sees a door open at the top of the stairs. Light streams from the children's bedroom, revealing the profile of a man standing just inside.
She finally gets the door open and bursts outside, only to find a cop standing on the doorstep with his gun drawn. At this point she's safe, of course, but when they capture the intruder and drag him downstairs in handcuffs, she sees he is covered in blood. Come to find out, all three children have all been murdered.
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