Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Skull.Vincent]

OMG! I thought it was true! What a releif! I have a facebook!

[Losberry]

lol that scary vid was funny! i find scary quite funny and AWESOME!! if your with me let me see a WOO WOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

SWEET STORY BY THE WAY VORTEX! i love stories like that and all you people who are now scared to death to go on face book.....
GET THE MONKEY OFF YOUR BACK AND GET OVA IT!!
lol jk! you know i love you alls!!! but your sweet story!

[wanderingcacti]

The girl glanced around the corner to the left, then the right. She didn't see anything, well not him at least. She looked in front of her and bumped into something. Startled, she screamed and fell backwards. A deep and very unfriendly voice said "Now Maggie, shouldn't you be in bed?"

[Jinx.]

Oh, wow, that image cracked me up xD
I almost fell asleep in the beginning of that video xD But it was alright by the end.

And Time*Vortex, that was an awesome story! I liked it.

Here's a story I found on Creepypasta:
The following is a video log of young man recording his last moments. It spends its time quietly residing in a dark, silent evidence room, calling out to whoever may hear its cry. Upon deaf ears will its shrill screams always fall.

The video starts off recording the youth adjusting his camera. His room is entirely dark, not a single spec of light to be found. The camera records in night vision as the man looks directly into the lens and begins speaking.

“Hello. My name is…” The voice pauses for a moment, deciding how he should start off. “Ugh. No, I’m not beginning it like this. It sounds too much like I’m recording my last words. That isn’t what I want this to be. Instead, I’ll just get straight to the explanation. I’ll describe to you the hell that has been nipping at me for god only knows how long now. It started the night of my 18th birthday. January’s cold held reign over our outside activities. It was just a small party, if you could even call it that. A few presents from my family, cake, the norm. All irrelevant. It was that night, as I was lying in bed, my lights out with my TV providing the only light for the room, that my story begins. My curtains and blinds were closed, which gave the room a nice ominous feel at the time. I liked that sorta thing back then.”

The man takes a slow breath, looking away from the camera for the first time. His focus returns after a brief moment and once more he begins reciting his story.

“Right. Back to what I was saying. My TV was in front of me, and the light it gave out cast a shadow on the wall beside me. I was a bit bored, so I decided to entertain myself by interacting with the two dimensional doppelganger of myself. My hand traced along the wall, as if I was playing a game of tag with my shadow’s hand, which seemed to be trying to flee from me, going out in front of me. That was the first sign, but I didn’t notice it. I should’ve been more aware.”

A brief pause accompanied by a stressed exhale and quick inhale. His expressions seemed to show that he was trying to think.

“After that, I’m sure there were more signs, I’m positive. They were probably just too subtle for me to notice. By the time I did notice something wrong, it might as well have been written in big bold letters in front of me. It was later on in the day, and I was in the kitchen of our house by myself. It was mildly lit. Just enough to see where you’re going with out needing the aid of a light. I got some snack out of a cabinet, but knocked over a box onto the ground in the process. No big deal. I bent over to pick it up, and noticed the presence of my shadow. It immediately struck me as awkward. There was no light in here to cast a shadow. I put the box and my snack on a nearby counter without letting my eyes leave my shadow. If they were deceiving me, I wanted to know right away. My interest in the paranormal may have made me a bit paranoid, but I knew that the tenseness I was feeling now wasn’t unwarranted. I took a step towards the room’s exit, and of course my shadow mimicked me. I raised my left arm, as if tempting him to continue mirroring what I was doing. He raised his left arm. Then he raised his right arm. Mine was still at my side. My skin crawled like a trillion tiny little bugs were trying to make their way out from under it. Then in one swift movement his hands wrapped around his neck, and I was the one who felt its effects. My throat was pained and my breathing stopped. I struggled frantically, but against what? My attacker was my own shadow. I don’t remember what happened after that. Only what I was told by my family when I woke up. My blood was on the corner of one of the cabinet doors I had left open. Apparently I knocked myself good and passed out on the floor. Back then, I was happy to believe that’s what really happened. After all, this kind of stuff only happens in stories.”

Once more he collects himself from the rough memories with a deep breath of air.

“After that, I was always suspicious of the me that didn’t talk, that didn’t have any facial expressions, that would never confess to what he did to me. But what I had thought happened had a perfectly logical explanation. I couldn’t doubt it. Instead, I carried on, always holding that distrust in the back of my mind. But he didn’t assault me again. Though several times I noticed things that just couldn’t have really happened. I’d brush my teeth with my right hand, he’d use his left. I’d scratch my back, he’d scratch his head. I’m sure he was just taunting me. Probably the same reason he let me live the first time he attacked me. For fun, no doubt.”

There is a creak off to the man’s left, which catches his attention. He stares at the origin of the sound intently for a moment before returning to his monologue.

“The next attack… I’m betting this one was planned to finish me off. Once again I was in the kitchen, home alone for the time. I had an apple on a plate, and I grabbed a steak knife from its group. Not entirely necessary for cutting an apple, but it was in easy reach. Only half way through grabbing the knife did I realize that when I had it, so did my shadow, my enemy. Stunned by my lack of thinking, I dropped the knife. As I feared, my shadow did not repeat this action. If he had a face, I’m sure it would have been filled by a crooked and malevolent smile. I whispered “No.” as best as I could. My voice was barely more than a whisper but I doubt it made any bit of a difference. My silhouette raised the knife, and then brought it down in one swift, uncaring motion. The result was a jet of blood from my arm and a surge of pain that reverberated several times through out my body. But on instinct I turned around and ran. I didn’t know where, and I didn’t know why. I couldn’t out run him. Another stab. This one brought me to my knees. The nearest room was the bathroom. I dragged myself across the carpet, slowly into the room, and shut the door behind me. There was no window to the outside, which made the room completely dark. I waited for him to return, I was expecting to be ended by something that was essentially me. Hours went by and nothing happened. That’s when I learned how to defeat him. He can’t exist in total darkness. He becomes nothing.”

The young man looked around his surroundings, devoid of any light, and then back to the camera.

“And that’s why I’m here now. I couldn’t do this at home. If I tried to explain, I would’ve been sent out to an asylum. I had to run away. I suppose he let me get this far as a sort of show sportsmanship. Twisted. Doesn’t matter, really. So long as I’m in this chamber of darkness, I’m safe. That’s all that matters for now. Although I can’t help but wonder how long I’ll be trapped in here. What do I do when I run out of food? What do I do-“

The sound of cars pulling up and parking outside stop the young man mid-sentence.
“Taylor? Taylor are you in there? Please, Taylor, say something!” A voice yelled just outside the door, and the young man’s previous moderately calm demeanor has changed to one of panic.

“Go away! Just go! I don’t want you here, go away damn it!” He screamed back. His voice was so angered that the woman on the other side was silent for a minute.

“Taylor, we’re coming in honey. It’s for your own good.”

There was a smash against the door. Then another, followed by a soft spoken “No…” from the young man. The third crash brought the door down with a tremendous thud. Light from outside flooded the room, and almost immediately the man was knocked to the ground by some invisible force. In the struggle, the camera is tipped backwards and only records the sounds of Taylor struggling for breath as his mother and the accompanying police officer try to help him in some manner, without avail.

[.:Whirlie Bird:.]

"If your reading this....your already dead"

Lindsey opened the cabinets and opened a box of oreos, she ate them and and ran to school.
"hey hey, looks like its Fat Linds has had some oreos!" shouted mariann ad laughed.
Derik the cutest guy smiled at lindse and Later that evening lindsey was murdered by them.


Marianne opened her phone woith the new text message
"go get in the shower"
Marianne raised her eyebrow and stood in the shower and turned it on.
She started to feel like she was burning. She shook off the water and ran to her phone as it beeped and she stared at her body as it began to blister.

"if your reading this....Your already dead" the phone dropped to the floor and marianne layed on the ground with mouth open.

(ikik not the best...But I came up with it atleast)

[.:Whirlie Bird:.]

Thisll scare the fudge outta you all...this story gave me nightmares for 3 days.

Marianne walked into her large house and dropping her backpack on the shaggy carpeted floor. She pulled a chair out and sat down grabbing an apple. She looked on the fridge...

Ill be home sooner than later, Be safe
Luv ya
- Mom

Marianne didnt understand, so she crumpled the note and ran upstairs. She jumped on her bed and turned on the TV.
She heard a clang clang clang...she ignored it and continued to watch tv. She looked at her shadow on the wall and made her hand move. Something was off about it-she was just imagining it. She rolled her eyes and watched tv. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shadow move and disappear. She looked but it was still there. She heard
"eeeeeeaaaaaaacccchhhhhhhhh" a screech downstairs. Probably just her cat...the onl thing is, she didnt have one. She turned the Tv up louder and then infront of her face was a sinister stained dark around the mouth-an aligator creature with a scorpian's tail. Then it formed to look like her mother. "Oh welll dear, Wheres mother dearest?!" it said in a very demented creepy voice. She creamed and pounded the creature in the face and ran down the hall. The skin around the creature split and it slithered down the stairs
"dont be afraid of Mommy dearest" it said going from a high voice to a scarily low growl.
She ran faster, and faster then she got to the door and it was locked from inside out. She screamed and pounded on the glass door.
"HELPME HELPME!!!" she screamed, she whipped around and saw the creature
"I have my new skin, a feast for the beast, oh little darling, come to me" Marianne stood and moved towards it. It opened its mouth as she pointed her finger towards it..
"there was a great whirring noise as the powerful sucking from it sounded..
She smirked and jammed her fist up to the roof of its mouth and jammed her foot into the glass door. She ran and it chased her saying
"your skin will be mine..oh darling divine" she screamed and dropped to the ground, it sucked her skin from her body and formed into her mother
"Delicious darling....You reallly should do your homework..." her mother laughed and licked her bloody fingers, then cackled and chopped her daughter up into soup and fed it to their guests later that night, and after that...she murdered every single one of them when they learned what was in the soup.

[Skull.Vincent]

I don't get it............

[Sweetart]

Hey, do any of you use Google Chrome? Because, when I saw someone posted the video of her turning her head, I closed all my tabs, and then when I opened up another tab, it said "Google Chrome did't shut down correctly" And then it has a button you could press to restore your pages, and it'd open up to the exact page, exact place. I was too scared to hit restore X3

[sarcasteil]

That's why I won't use Google Chrome. Brings stuff you don't want back. Should be called Google Zombie xD

[.:Whirlie Bird:.]

yes....it does 0_0 it does....

I turned google chrome on and this girl had no eyes, and had vampire teeth..scared the living shiz outta me...