Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[TenMomentsTill]

awesome scary stories!

[Bellachewybillie]

I'm
repeating this couse it's funny

The last Man on Earth was Sitting in a
room There was A knock on The door...

[I Love Morgan]

She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went downstairs to study . . . and study . . . and study some more.

It was two o’clock, when she realized that she’d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a dramatic sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her third-floor dorm room.
The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her roommate.

The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.

She could hear Jenna breathing on the far side of the room—a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running. Jenna must have picked up a cold during the last tense week before finals.

She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.

Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could.

Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and studied until six o’clock. She finally decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours’ sleep before her nine o’clock exam.

The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Jenna. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Jenna was spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.

Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.

Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend’s arms.

On the wall above her bed, written in her roommate’s blood, were the words: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”


**Again Not My story, creeped me out, though!***

[Chara Dreemurr]

I know that story. Freaked me out badly first time someone told it to me.

[Bellachewybillie]

boo

[Kiamsc]

liked the one about the movie theater
This following story really truthfully happened to my dad it was creepy. He was outside raking leaves and as he raked away one pile of leaves HE FOUND A HALF DECAYED PUPPY SKELETON!!! It belonged to someone about a block away we found out, we also found out that it had run away about two months ago. But i still have four questions. How did it die? How did it get in our yard under a pile of leaves? How did it get half decayed so fast? Can someone come up with theories please?

[HonouNoKage]

I made up this story, hope you like it!

A girl named Emmy lived in a house close to some woods. She had never been to far back in them, but she was curious. One day when her friend Sophie was over, they got curious and went into the woods.
"Sophie, I'm not sure about this..." Emmy told her friend.
"Ah, c'mon! It'll be fun!" came her response.
When they got far back, a huge house loomed before them. It looked deserted, and the windows glowed an unearthly light. The two girls went inside, and sure enough, it was deserted.
"Sophie, I'm going!" Emmy said shakily.
"See ya, scaredy cat!"
Emmy bolted out the door, leaving Sophie by herself in the creepy house.
"Eh, she was to scared." Sophie said to herself.
A bright cloud of purple smoke suddenly appeared in front of her. When it cleared, a young woman with long black hair and soft blue eyes was standing in front of Sophie. The woman had purple wings shaped like crescent moons, and a gold tiara sitting on heer head. She was holding a long, sharp sword.
"What the..." said Sophie.
The lady grasped her sword, and with a quick, precise, sideways slash had Sophie crying out in pain. She lay trying to stop the blood gushing from her deep cut.

Emmy heard sophie scream from the house, and went back to check. What she found was a huge pool of blood and a young woman holding a sword. Emmy and Sophie never returned home, just as everyone else who entered.

[Chara Dreemurr]

I'm
repeating this couse it's funny

The last Man on Earth was Sitting in a
room There was A knock on The door...

Gasp!
He wasn't the last!
Or was it something else...?

[I Love Morgan]

I Know. I made that one up. I'll post more. The stories I found are really creepy.

[I Love Morgan]

The old storage sheds along the tracks were abandoned shortly after the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad was built, and it wasn't long before the poor folk of the area moved in. The sheds provided shelter - of a sort - although the winter wind still pierced through every crevice, and the small fireplaces that the poor constructed did little to keep the cold at bay.

A gentle, kindly woman named Jenny lived alone in one of the smaller sheds. She had fallen on hard times, and with no family to protect her, she was forced to find work where she could and take whatever shelter was available to someone with little money. Jenny never had enough to eat and in winter her tiny fire barely kept her alive during the cold months. Still, she kept her spirits up and tried to help other folks when they took sick or needed food, sometimes going without herself so that another could eat.

One cold evening in late autumn, Jenny sat shivering over her fire, drinking broth out of a wooden bowl, when a spark flew from the fire and lit her skirts on fire. Intent on filling her aching stomach, Jenny did not notice her flaming clothes until the fire had burnt through the heavy wool of her skirt and began to scorch her skin. Leaping up in terror, Jenny threw her broth over the licking flames but the fluid did nothing to douse the fire. In terror, Jenny fled from the shack and ran along the tracks, screaming for help as the flames engulfed her body.

The station was not far away, and instinctively Jenny made for it, hoping to find someone to aid her. Within moments, her body was a glowing inferno and Jenny was overwhelmed by pain. Her screams grew more horrible as her steps slowed. She staggered blindly onto the tracks just west of the station, a ball of fire that barely looked human. In her agony, she did not see the glowing headlight of the train rounding the curve, or hear the screech of the breaks as the engineer spotted her fire-eaten figure and tried to stop. A moment later, her terrible screams broke off as the train mowed her down.

Alerted by the whistle, the crew from the station came running as the engineer halted the train and ran back down the tracks toward poor dead Jenny, who was still burning. The men doused the fire and carried her body back to the station. She was given a pauper's funeral and buried in an unmarked grave in the local churchyard. Within a few days, another poverty-stricken family had moved into her shack, and Jenny was forgotten.

Forgotten that is, until a month later when a train rounding the bend west of the station was confronted by a screaming ball of fire. Too late to stop, the engineer plowed over the glowing figure before he could bring the train to a screeching halt. Leaping from the engine, he ran back down the tracks to search for a mangled, burning body, but there was nothing there. Shaken, he brought his train into the station and reported the incident to the stationmaster. After hearing his tale, the stationmaster remembered poor, dead Jenny and realized that her ghost had returned to haunt the tracks where she had died.

To this day, the phantom of Screaming Jenny still appears on the tracks on the anniversary of the day she died. Many an engineer has rounded the curve just west of the station and found himself face to face with the burning ghost of Screaming Jenny, as once more she makes her deadly run towards the Harpers Ferry station, seeking in vain for someone to save her.
***i Love this thread. Bravo for the person who created this. I <3 horror movies and scary stories. I'm watching Jason right now!!