Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[sam the silly snake]

Omg that was good any others?

[Bellachewybillie]

hold on here

There once was this girl named Kelly Lock. She was having a sleep-over with her friends Jamie, Luna and Sammi. They all decided to play Bloody Mary in the mirror, except Kelly. "Kelly, you're just a wingless chicken!" said Luna as she bawked at Kelly. "I'm not a wingless chicken!" said Kelly, crossing her arms.

"Then why won't you do it?" said Jamie cackling. "The reason why I won't do it is because what if it's dangerous?" Kelly said. "It's not real, we are just doing it for fun! Come on, please play it with us?" pleaded Sammi. "Oh fine.. Just this once." said Kelly.

As they all approached the bathroom, they turned off all the lights. Then they lit candles around the mirror and began to chant Bloody Mary 14 times.

First nothing unusual happened, but soon they started hearing scratching noises behind them. They looked back, nothing was there. Then they waited for five more seconds and they heard a woman crying with fear. But they didn't see Bloody Mary, that night,

As they slept in the basement, Kelly heard someone calling her name. The voice said: Kelly is in Trouble. Kelly ignored it, but then at 1:30 in the morning, she heard a loud bang and a scream coming from the basement bathroom.

The thing that was weird is that Kelly's friends were fast asleep. Kelly went to check the noise out, alone. As she turned the light on in the basement bathroom, she saw a woman hanging from the ceiling. She tried to help the woman down, but the woman scratched Kelly's arms. The door then locked Kelly in the bathroom. She banged on the inside of the bathroom door, screaming as loud as she could.

Her friend were awoken by her screams. They barged down the bathroom door and they could not believe what they found. They saw Kelly's head hanging from a rope and there was a note written on the mirror in blood. It said: Kelly is in Trouble.

[Wolfsabre]

I remember my dad telling me this one. Its a true story about when he was hunting. Not necessarily scary, it creeps me out whenever he tells it to me
He was hunting in the middle of the night, and it was extremely foggy. He couldn't see two feet in front of him if he tried. He was inside his blind and he had his bow. He stood there, completely still and the air itself was still. He didn't hear one sound. But that didn't last long. He heart grunts and snorts, and the sound of two things crashing together. He had no idea what it was at the time. All he heard were strange noises, the sound of something running and a crash. He couldn't see anything because it was so foggy out.
Turns out, after he thought about it for a while, that it was just two deer fighting.

This other time, my dad was hunting at night. It wasn't foggy, but it was probably still creepy. He then saw a pair of giant eyes in a tree. They just stared at my dad. Dad at first thought that it was a bear, so he slowly creeped away. Then, the strangest thing happened. The eyes just started floating. They just glided away from the tree, still staring at my dad. There was just a pair of giant, yellow eyes gliding through the night.
My dad then realized that it was just an owl, but that would be just plain unnerving.

[The Goats Ba]

okay, so I know this one story, about a doll, my bro would always tell me
One day, this little girl went shopping with her mom. They were just getting there usual groceries. Then the little girl, Her name Anna, found this doll in a window. She asked her mother if she could get it. Anna's mother said yes. Anna was only 4 or 5 when she got it. Anna played and loved that doll with her heart.
Years past, then she was soon 7.
Anna no longer played with her doll, but left it closed and locked it up inside of the closet, under the stairs. Her mother and her were going through all of the stuff inside of the closet. Anna ran into her old doll, which she had named Molly. Anna knew she wouldn't use Molly again, so she put her inside of a cardboard box, with other stuff.
Anna then next went to bed that night. She heard someone calling out her name.
"Anna, Anna, Im coming up your stairs." Anna heard this, but did not mind, for her door was closed.
"Anna, Anna, Im at your parents door." Anna thought nothing was wrong, and pulled her sheets high above her head, so she thought she might be safer.
"Anna, Anna, Im in your parents room." Anna shut her eyes tight.
"Anna, Anna, I've killed your parents." Molly yet indeed did kill her parents, for Anna heard 2 gasps, and one, then the other parent fall of their bed, with a "thump".
"Anna, Anna, Im at your door." Anna at that moment was shaking very hard, then heard a door knob turn.
"Anna, Anna, Im in your room." Anna then was sweating very much. Then, Molly said,
"Anna, Anna, Im on your bed." Anna had started to cry, gripping her blankets very hard.
"Anna, Anna, Im gonna kill you." Anna then screamed, and fell to the floor with another, "thump." Molly then next was pleased with her self. She jumped off the bed. At that moment, standing at the front of the door, was Anna's 14 year old brother, Steve.
"You? I forgot about you my friend." Molly took out her knife.
"You killed my parents."
"Indeed I have." Said Molly.
"You killed my sister, you went too far." Steve took out a box of matches, and lit one.
"What do you plan on doing with that, fool? I have a knife, and you don't." At that very moment, Steve took his match, and through it on the ground near Molly. At that very moment, Steve slammed the door shut, leaving Molly in there, with the fire spreading quickly to the whole room. Molly banged on the door, but Steve had his back to it. He took a chair from the hall and put it under the door knob, locking Molly inside of Anna's room, with no way tho escape, for Anna had no windows in her room.
Steve ran out quickly of his house, and called 911, on his cell-phone. The police came, along with ambulances and firemen. The house was lit up in flames. The fire lasted until 6:00 A.M. Then, while watching his house being burned to coals, a fireman appears next to Steve.
"Your lucky you got out of there when you did, kid. The rest of your family died in it." Steve's head drooped down, remembering his lost.
"You'll be okay. Your neighbors agreed to take you in, oh, and one other thing, we managed to get this out of the fire." The fireman hands Steve a singed knife, and burnt, Molly. Suddenly, Steve takes the knife and rips, stabs and slices at Molly's small, doll body.
"I will never forgive you," said Steve, crying hard. He then hands over the rest of Molly, which was mostly stuffing everywhere. "You keep it, oh, and if you could, burn it 'till theres nothing left."

Steve was very sad not only because he lost his family and everything he owned, but he and Molly always got along, and Steve was always right, when ever he passed by Molly, he thought he could see a evil grin, on her face.

[Jinx.]

Dude.... I moved from England a few years ago and that was...so...freakin English!!!!!

oooh, here's one!:
Back in the 1980s when red phone boxes were everywhere in England, the Wombles were number three in the charts, and Sylvester McCoy was Doctor Who; a young would-be actress went to an audition for a kid's math show. While waiting to go in, she got into a heated argument with one of the other actors about how appropriate her neck-line was for a kid's show. She was upset but it didn't hurt her performance.

She wasn't successful, but then three weeks later the studio called and asked if she'd like to take the job after all. The first choice presenter (the young man she'd been arguing with) had died in what they would only describe as 'a bizarre accident in a phone box'.

She did six hours work, which consisted of chanting about math formulas and cutting bits of paper into squares. The show was such rubbish that it never aired, but she made an impression on the management, and went on to work on BBC kids shows including "Blue Peter".

Eight years later the girl had been married then divorced and had two kids. Her boy was about five and she also had a baby girl. She was staying at home with the children one evening when she heard a bizarre news story: a body had been stolen from a nearby graveyard and she recognised the name of the corpse but couldn't remember where from.

She was pondering this when the phone rang, and a voice at the other end said: "The curse was mine and now it's yours, cutting souls up into scores." Unsurprisingly, this freaked her out a bit...

Knowing that there was very little she could do about a prank call, she went upstairs and checked on her kids in their separate rooms, then made a cup of tea and watched some more TV.

The phone rang again, and this time the voice said "Cutting the squares, cutting the squares; One by one, one by one" this really freaked her out, being a direct quote from the math show she'd done all those years ago. She immediately realized who that missing body was, the man whose place she'd taken. She hung up the phone and tried to dial 999 for the police when she heard her little boy scream. As she ran up the stairs the voice at the other end of the phone said "Cutting the squares, cutting the squares; Two by two, two by two"

In her baby's room was a cot full of what looked like steak tartar... in perfect 1cm x 1cm cubes.

In her boy's room the bed was also filled with perfect cubes of fresh meat, this time 2cm x 2cm. As she looked at this horrific sight, she spotted one of her little boy's eyes staring back at her from a square of flesh.

She raced away from the manic laughter on her own telephone outside and into a red box, as she lifted the handset a voice said "Cutting the squares, cutting the squares; one by one, two by two; now who's next? how about you!" at which point the glass in the phone box imploded, cutting her into perfect 3cm x 3cm cubes.

The next day the body of the man who's place she'd taken was returned to it's grave site. Although it was clear that they'd got the right body back, the mortician who examined it was still highly perplexed by it's appearance. When the man had been buried originally he'd been so mutilated they'd had to identify him by dental records, and now he seemed whole and near-perfectly preserved, except for the strange lines of scars, making a grid of perfect 4cm x 4cm squares all over his skin.

[mazel1999]

Yes they are very scary!

[Blew]

rofl, i get scared really easy, but i just wanna tell a funny/scarry story about my mother.


When my mother was a teen, she was left home at night. her parents told her not to watch this horror movie. but my mother loves scary stuff, so she couldn't resist. after she was done watching that movie, she swore she saw a bloody killer outside of her window. so after she saw that, she ran into her parents room and slept there for the rest of the night. then her mom woke up and almost steped on my mother's face. well, but that's a differnt story.

lol, yeah, i know, it's not that scarry.

[Blew]

ok, here's a story that i heard in school!

one night, there was a girl, and her dog. it was getting late so the girl went to bed. then she heard the basment door open, so she went down the stairs to shut it. she went back to bed and stuck her hand under her bed so her dog could lick her hand. then she heard the basment door open again, and when downstairs to shut it. then she went up stairs to get a drink of water from her bathroom sink. whe she opened her bathroom door, she saw blood all over the walls. when she looked up, she say her dog being hung to ceiling by a ragged old rope. and there was something writen on the wall in her dog's blood saying, "People can lick hands too."

[Liru Kaulitz]

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.

Hey, I know these! I just read almost the EXACT same ones in 'Scary Stories to tell in the Dark'! XD

[Blew]

i have a new one, i didnt write it, hope that's ok, i dont know who did.... my sister and dad told it to me when i was 9. XD i still remember it...:
Once up on a time [XD] there was a very rich guy with a mantion, he had a dog, and every night, before he slept, the dog would lick his hand. one weekend, he went to bed, turned off the light, he heard his dog walk in, lick his hand, and leave, as he always does. but then he heard a dripping noise. he got out of bed, and checked on of his bathrooms, he had many in his mantion. he saw nothing was wrong, and the dripping stopped, so he went to bed.

the next day, when he went to bed, he turned off the lights, the dog came in licked his hand and left, he heard the dripping noise, so checked his second bathroom. nothing. it stopped. he went to his bed and fell asleep, again.

the day after that, he went to bed, his dog licked his hand, left, he heard the dripping noise. he looked in his LAST bathroom, and there was his dog, hanging from the towel holder, deaad, dripping blood. who was licking his hand?

o__O
XD

holy crap sorry! i posted this same story by mistake!