Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Sanae]

Oooh, I heard one from my friend! I don't know who made this, it might have been right here on CS, but I doubt it.
You know those La-La Loopsy doll things? Well here's a story about them.

One day, a young girl named Molly went to the store. She picked up the last La-La Loopsy doll on the shelf. Her parents walked her over the the cashier, and the cashier asked "Was that one the last one on the shelf?" "Yep! And it's all mine!" Molly replied, happy as can be. "I must warn you, do not play with it more than an hour a day." But Molly was already out the door. The cashier sighed.
At home, Molly had already spent 3 hours playing with her new doll, until of course it was bedtime. That very night, one of the fingers on the La-La Loopsy doll had disappeared. It now had four fingers. The next day, she spend 2 hours, and along with that the Loopsy doll lost another finger, leaving it with 3. The next 2 days she played with it for 1 hour, and the Loopsy doll had only one finger left. The next day, she decided to have a play date with her best friend, Tiffany. They both played with the doll. That night, the Loopsy doll had only one finger left. Molly heard some rustling. She turned over and closed her eyes. There it was again. She opened her eyes. Tiffany was sleeping, and everything was normal. She scooted a bit closer to Tiffany and hugged her teddy bear tighter. Next, she heard steps. She peeked outside. What she saw was normal, however what she didn't see wasn't. While she had opened the door, the Loopsy doll skidded into the room. She heard screaming. She whirled around, and found that Tiffany was dead. "Tiffany!" She shouted! It was too late. The doll slit her throat, and there, standing before the moonlight in the window, was the Loopsy doll with 0 fingers and a dagger in hand. Nobody knows what happened to the parents.

Believe it or not, this story is very scary in bed with the light off.

[nyah,]

A man was traveling and got lost, it was storming so he stopped at a farm. He walked over there and knocked on the door. The farmer answered the door "Whadda you want?" he muttered. The man said "I was wondering if you can let me sleep here for the night". The farmer stared at him and said "Whatever". The man walked into the house and asked "Where can I stay?". The farmer said "You can sleep in my room, I'll sleep on the couch, but before you go to sleep there is one rule. Never go into the basement, and if you do, NEVER touch the creature in there. The key is around my neck, but be warned, I am a very light sleeper". The man nodded and went into the farmer's bedroom. When he got in bed he couldn't sleep because he was so curious what was in the basement. He eventually couldn't take it anymore and went back to the farmer. He was sleeping. And just like he said, there was an old looking key hanging from a string on his neck. The man tiptoed over there and slowly grabbed to key. He carefully pulled the key off the farmer's neck withoutwaking him up, and slowly made his way to the basement. The door was unlocked, but behind it it the room was guarded by a large metal gate. The man got his key and put it in the keyhole. He slowly opened the gate and all of a sudden a big hairy apelike creature started running after him. The man screamed and ran as fast as he could out the front door, he looked back and saw the apelike creature still running after him, he ran towards the lake thinking the creature couldn't swim. as he got to the lake and swam to the middle, he looked back and to his surprise, the creature was swimming towards him. Paralyzed from shock the man just stood there. The creature approached him and when he got within rrange touched the man and the creature stood there and in a frail voice and said... "You're it"

[Skull.Vincent]

My great grandpa used to see ghosts

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I can't see but I can "sense" their presence. I'm glad about that!!![/quote]

OMGS! I can see and sense ghosts! I'll post a story 'bout it.... if it's not too scary for everyone....

[Skull.Vincent]

My great grandpa used to see ghosts

<<< this is supposed to be a quote from smoeone else

I can't see but I can "sense" their presence. I'm glad about that!!![/quote] <<< that was too.

OMGS! I can see and sense ghosts! I'll post a story 'bout it.... if it's not too scary for everyone.... <<< that's from me.

[snowykay]

I'll right a story about realistic dolls because those creep me out. O.o it might take me a while.

[snowykay]

Once there was a young girl named Elizabeth. She had a small porcelain doll with a blue cloth dress and hat. It had blonde curly hair and puckered lips. Elizabeth found this doll in the attic of the house they had just moved into. This was in the Victorian era so the doll was one of the best things she had. A year after, one of Elizabeth's friends came over and when Elizabeth went to get something, she found the doll and shoved it into her small handbag she so proudly wore everywhere she went. Elizabeth searched and searched for the doll but couldn't find it. She ran up to the attic where she spotted her porcelain doll. She started toward it but it disappeared. A high pitched giggly voice entered her head, and Elizabeth's vision flooded withe red. "You'll never find me!" It giggled. Elizabeth screamed in frustration and agony for she wanted that doll. Her mother hurried up to the attic to find Elizabeth jumping off a large box, with a rope wrapped around her neck. I would rather be dead than without that doll was written all over the attic in what appeared to be blood.

The doll went around like this, being stolen then girls killing themselves, until it came into the hands of a girl named Molly. Now it was 2000 and Molly was six. She guarded that doll with her life. Molly's hair was black, so she even colored the doll's hair black. After she did that, the eyes of the doll turned red, but Molly didn't notice. Molly's eyes turned red too. Molly woke up one morning with the same clothes as the doll. She looked just like the doll, but didn't care. All she did was smile, happy that she was like her favorite doll. Then once another girl stole the doll. Molly saw her out of the corner of her eye though. "Just a second, I'm going to get us a snack." Molly said and skipped down to the kitchen where she grabbed a large night. When she came back up a giggle sounded in her mind. Molly marched over to her friend who had stolen the doll and stabbed her in the back of her head. She then chopped her up and put her in a box that she put next to her doll that was in her friend's backpack. That night, Molly tried to take of the dress and hat to put on her pajamas, but she couldn't, they were stuck to her. Molly just fell asleep in the getup. When she woke up in the middle of the night, the box that had the remains of her friend was opened and on her bed. The doll was nowhere in sight. Molly looked down and realized she was wearing her regular clothes and her eyes were back to brown. She knew that meant the doll was gone. Out of the box a shimmering image of Molly's friend appeared. "I deserve life more than you." She said and Molly collapsed, not breathing.

The doll had disappeared forever...or at least until 2003. It then appeared again where a girl named Jasmine found it. Son Jasmine was murdered by another girl who wanted the doll, but then the doll disappeared again.

It appeared again in 2006, where a girl named Chloe found it. She murdered another girl for the same reason Molly did, then the doll disappeared again.

The doll showed up once more in 2009, where a girl named Eva found it and was murdered by two girls who fought each other over it until they both died, not even noticing the doll had disappeared.

So the doll shows up every three years and its now been three years since the last visit. Now there's only one question: who will be next?



Note: some of these ideas might be from somebody else because I read a lot of scary stories on cs I'm not even sure which is my idea or someone else's in my mind anymore. Lol so yeah. Usually I'm better at scary stories. I wrote this because I have a really creepy porcelain doll on my shelf. Well it's only creepy because it's realistic.

[amarok.]

True story.


I've laways been able to se, sense and hear parnormal things. It runs down my family, almost all my Dad's family can see them. Once, when I was three, I was staying at a relative's house, and their friend lived over the road.
I don't know what actually happened, but Dad says I got up in the middle of the night, crying and saying here was a poltergiust across the road. My Dad quickly phoned up the house across the road. and if it wasn't for me, they'd probally be dead by now. There really was a polterguist in that house.


Not exactly scary, but Polterguists have been known to kill people sometimes.

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My house is full of ghosts. My dead grandparents haunt the house. And so does my paren'ts dog.
We often wake up to find the telly has turned on, or hear a faint wailing in the middle of the night.


Edcit : or even a black phantom dog, crepping through the hallway at night.

[sarcasteil]

What are Polterguists? Never heard one before.

[amarok.]

Can't spell the word. Demon-like ghosts that can pick up objects, such as Knives.

[Zeee]

Golden;
It's poltergeist.
(that's how you spell it)
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Phantom;

A poltergeist is a paranormal phenomenon which consists of events alluding to the manifestation of an imperceptible entity. Such manifestation typically includes inanimate objects moving or being thrown about, sentient noises (such as impaired knocking, pounding, scratching, or banging) and, on some occasions, physical attacks on those witnessing the events.

While no conclusive scientific explanation of the events exists up to this day, poltergeists have traditionally been described in folklore as troublesome spirits or ghosts which haunt a particular person. Such alleged poltergeist manifestations have been reported in many cultures and countries including the United States, Japan,[1] Brazil, Australia, and all European nations, and the earliest recorded cases date back to the 1st century.

or, the basical shorter version;

A ghost or other supernatural being supposedly responsible for physical disturbances such as throwing objects around.

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