Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Bellachewybillie]

ok thanks guys im in charge of posting scary stories and and to keep from spam ok
post your own too

[Telescope]

I found this on some website where people post "true" stories

There was a couple in Scotland who had just moved into an old castle. It wasn't long before they decided to empty out the wine cellar. They found a large barrel of brandy. They tried moving it and even got a few friends to help, but they couldn't budge it. In the end, they decided to have a housewarming party and give glasses of brandy out to empty the barrel and make it easier to move. A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband got his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and they cut off the top of the barrel. Inside was a dead body and they had drank the brandy that had preserved it. Submitted by Angel Cutsforth

[Cirque]

Evil's Number

So one day, a girl named Avery was home alone, just sitting in her room, when suddenly, her phone vibrated. She grabbed her phone and looked at her screen, where it usually said who the text was from, all it said was 'Evil' Confusion swept over Avery along with some fear, but she looked at the text anyways.
''You will be mine" Was all it said.
Now Avery was even more afraid, but in an attempt to calm herself, she tried to convince herself that one of her friends had just tampered with her phone, changed their name to 'Evil' on her contacts list, and sent her a creepy text message.
To try to forget about the scary text message, Avery went outside. As she got outside, she looked at the house across the street, and hatred filled her emotions. It was her ex-boyfriend's house, who had broken up with her when she loved him the most. He never said why either, which angered Avery. She despised the fact that he lived across the street, but it was nothing she could change..unless...
Avery found herself thinking devilish thoughts, plots of revenge, and...No, Avery thought to herself, That's wrong..I wouldn't, I'd never... But she couldn't get the thoughts out of her head, and as every second passed, she became more vulnerable to the thoughts, they were consuming her altering her mind, until...
Racing to her garage, Avery found what she was looking for. A jug of gasoline and some matches. Avery knew what she was about to do was wrong, but she couldn't help herself, it was like she fighting herself, trying to stop. The good side of her wanted to stop, but the bad side wanted her to continue, but there was another force with the bad side, like an inner voice controlling her...
She reached the house. There were no cars in the driveway, so she figured no one was home, but sneaking around the corner of the house, she peered through the windows and saw her ex in his room, listening to music.
Perfect. She thought.
Unscrewing the cap on the gasoline, she silently doused the perimeter of the house, soaking everything she could. When she was done, she took out one of the matches, and lit it. Backing away from the house, she tossed the match into the gasoline and sprinted away. She had gotten all the way back into her bedroom before she heard the fear-fileld screeches of her ex. The fear soon turned to pain and agony, became mangled shrieks, then abrubtly died down.
Avery found a wicked smile spreading across her lips, which only grew as she openend the curtains and gazed at the fiery wreck across her street. And despite the part of her screaming that what she had done was wrong, that she should be writhering in horror at her actions, that she was a murderer, Avery felt good, she had gotten revenge on someone who had deserved it for a long time.
When the police and firetrucks came to the burning house, they knocked on every door that could've seen what happened. Avery put on an innocent face, and said that she had been in her room, listening to music, and she didn't notice the house until screams had come from it. Her story was believed, and conviently, no one had seen her set fire to the abode.
Avery's parents still hadn't gotten home, but Avery was outside, fake-crying over the wreck. As the police and helpers sifted through the carnage, all they came up with were a few burned trinkets, and a charred, surely dead, body. Avery had to cover her mouth to hide her witchish grin as she saw it.
When her parents came home, they were devastated. They asked her why she hadn't called.
"I..was so terrified..it's was awful!" She sobbed.
Her parents believed that she had just been so emotionally traumatized that she couldn't do anything.

The next few days passed uneventfully, school went on, and before she knew it, it was Friday. One of Avery's friends was having a farewell party for Avery's ex, and Avery had been invited.
But, when she asked her parents, they said no, that she needed more time to recover, and they weren't ready to let their child go out to a party a week after their neighbor's house burnt down.
Avery was furious, but she didn't unleash her anger yet, she let her swirl within her, whispering to her dark thoughts and plans...
That night, it was after the party started, and both of her parents were asleep. Avery snuck into the kitchen, she had always been a master at walking silently, so no one heard her. Opening one of the kitchen cabinets, she pulled out a long, sharp, deadly knife that glinted in the dull overhead lighting and reflected onto her grin.
Sneaking back to her parent's room, she slowly opened the door and crept in. She slid over to her parent's bed, and using her left hand, covered her mom's mouth to muffle her screams. Then, quickly bringing her right hand down, she slid the blade of her mom's throat, slitting it from end to end and killing her instantly. She did the same with her dad, then washed the handle of the blade to remove fingerprints and placed it in between her parents.
After that, she crept outside the house and walked to the party.
She had fun, laughing and dancing with her friends, and then she skipped home, already working up the fake tears for the police when they came.
As she sobbed out the story of how she came home to find her parents brutally murdered, the police jotted down notes and then left. The police had been so wrapped up with the murder, that they had forgotten about Avery and left her to be alone in the house.

That night, Avery was sitting in her room, writing a story, She had always loved writing, it helped her escape reality, but she was having trouble thinking of things to write about. Once she decided what to write about, she was having trouble thinking of how to write it, and eventually got so frustrated, she threw down her writing materials.
She looked around her room, and her gaze came to rest on her phone.
Grabbing it, she looked at her messages, and found the one she had gotten a week ago, the one from Evil. Curiousity filled her and she looked at the message again, but this time, she didn't feel afraid. Scrolling down passed the message, she looked at the number she had gotten it from, and gasped.
666-6666
Dropping her phone, she backed away from it, and all the events from the past week came swirling back to her. Burning down the house, murdering her parents, playing innocent to the police...the good side of her warned her that she would continue, that she would become a killer, and told her a solution, the one way to escape her wretched fate. She ran down to the basement, ignoring the inner force, the evil voice coercing her to stop, telling her that she was making a mistake.
As she reached the basement, she ran over to the large wooden chest in the corner and threw open the lid.
Inside, lay many old possesions of her dad, along with a loaded shotgun.
She grabbed the shotgun and held it up to her chest, laying a finger on the trigger, she thought of what the afterlife would be like, if there even was one.
Then, closing her eyes, she let a relieved smile flicker across her lips as she pulled the trigger.

I made this one up, it's based off a dream I had last night where I was in the situation Avery was in.

[Chara Dreemurr]

Oooh, scary!

And what's the website where you got your avatar?

[OniYuri]

oh my good! I hate stories about dolls! I'm real sceared of them!!! But very good story

[Bellachewybillie]

boo

[Telescope]

Wooly Swamp

There was an old man who lived in the Wooly Swamp. He was always known as very strange.He was retired and kept all his money buried around his shack. Some young kids decided they would get some shovels and go dig up all the old mans money. But, while they were digging the old man woke and came outside. One of the kids got scared and on impulse hit the old man with his shovel and accidently killed him. They all started to slow down though, and they were being devowered by quick-sand.Right when they were about to be swallowed, they heard the old mans laugh.
Now, anyone who goes near there can hear the laughter and screams of both the old man and kids.


This was based on a song by Charlie Daniels (a country singer from very close to where I live.) It might not me excact but its still spooky, this song scared the crap outta me when I was little. I haven't heard it in a while....*goes to i-pod*

ahhhh...i suck at scary stories, but I enjoy reading them. I'm a horrible writer anyways. I promise I'm much more entertaining when you talk to me face to face.

[HonouNoKage]

Woah...thats weird....

I actually believe the Lavender Town thing is the scariest thing I've read here. Because truthhfully technology scares me more that anything. I've seen ghosts and can read stories about them all day and not be phased, but creepy stuff about technology....shew. I had this reoccuring dream when I was little about being sucked into a computer(long story short)

Had you heard of it before I explained it?
The song is on Youtube, just look up 'pokemon red lavender town' and it'll be there.

If anyone likes more creepy music, look up 'ghost house tune reversed' on Youtube, it's the video with a ghastly on it. It is the single creepiest thing I have ever heard.

[BelieverInChrist]

Okay,here's the scariest story in the world:
Once upon a time,Dora was born.The end.
LOL JK!I'll think of one...

[BelieverInChrist]

There's a ghost train in my basement!