Triss wrote:I am not a fan of scary stories. Luckily, I don't go on chatrooms.
No i dea what that means but post on topic you either post your own scary story or talk about someones story thats on here
Triss wrote:I am not a fan of scary stories. Luckily, I don't go on chatrooms.
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..."
.:Vamp wrote:I don't know what this one is called, but...
So there was this party, it was a teenaged party, and it was at a house down the street from a cemetary. A few of the teenagers were talking about the cemetary and one of them says,
"I heard that if you stand on one of the graves, the person buried there will come out and drag you down to death."
One of girls who didn't believe in ghosts or anything, said,
"Ha. Yea, I doubt it."
"Then why don't you go down there right now, stand on a grave, and see what happens?"
"Sure, I'm not afraid of anything."
The girl actually was a little afraid, but she wasn't going to show it.
So the person hands her a knife, saying that she has to plunge it in the ground where she stood, and then in the morning, the people would go out there to see if she'd really done it.
So the girl takes the knife and heads down to the cemetary. It was night and she was the only one there, so she was a little scared, but she knew she had to do this unless she wanted to get made fun of.
When she found a grave, she sat atop the headstone and plunged the knife through the ground without even looking down.
She started to get up to leave, but realized she was stuck. She tried again, but she couldn't move.
"They've got me, they've got me, help!!!" She screamed and screamed, but no one came.
In the morning the people came only to find her dead. With the knife plunged through her skirt, holding her to the ground.
She had died of fear.
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Here's another one:
A boyfriend and his girlfriend were out one night in the boyfriend's car. They were listening to the radio when suddenly an urgent news report came on, saying a dangerous serial killer had escaped prison and was on the loose, and that the serial killer was missing a hand, in it's place, was a hook.
The girl got really scared since the prison wasn't far from where they were, so she told her boyfriend to take her home. Not wanting to argue and drive, he pulled off to the side of the road.
"Come on, we're safe. If you really want to go, let's just go back to my house."
"No, I want to go home with my parents, please take me home."
Just then they heard a tapping on the window and the boyfriend drove off.
When they reached her house, he got out and went around to her door to let her out, but something stopped him.
On the door handle was a rusty hook. Covered in blood.
~Blub~ wrote: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..."
This one scared me the most...
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