Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[KumyaKuma]

creeepy.That is sooo evil

[Chara Dreemurr]

A couple went to Korea. They had a poodle along with them. Let's call the poodle Pinky. Anyways, they all went to a resturant.

They wanted to feed Pinky, and they couldn't speak the language Koreans speak, so they used sign language. The waitress nodded  and took the dog to the kitchen. Many minutes later, she came back with a big plate with something on it. In fact,  the thing on top looked exactly like Pinky. 

[KumyaKuma]

Oooh GROSS!!!In a movie i once saw.This evil rich dude had this white cat and it jumped in the path of thich huge fan.And it cutted it into square peices on of the peices flew onto the guys lips he tasted it and said"Mmmm serve me this delacacy for dinner".I was like soo grossed out

[Telescope]

I found the book!!!!! This story is kinda long but its worth it.!!

The books called Weird Arizona by Mark Moran and Mark Sceurman.

Part sorrowful banshee, part angry spirit, part cursed creature, La Llorona is known to almost every Latin culture. The name, pronounced la yo-ro-na, literally translates to "the crier," which is exactly what this spook is said to do for eternity. There are many different versions of this tale, depending on the region in which it's told, but all of them center around a woman who murdered two children hundreds of years ago.
In one popular version, a beautiful widow, who lived with her 2 children in a poverty-stricken town, fell in love with a wealthy man. The man returned her affection, but wasn't interested in being a father and so wouldn't marry the young widow. In her desperation, she led her children down to the river that ran near her town, and in the dead of night, drowned them.
As the bodies of her children floated away into the darkness, the woman raced to her lover's house to tell him the lengths she'd gone to in order to be with him. The man was horrified & turned his back on her. When she realized the irrevocable act had been for nothing, she went mad. The woman ran back to the river, hoping to save her children, but it was too late. God then condemned her to walk the Earth for all eternity, searching for her drowned children.
La Llorona is known to haunt many locations throughout Arizona, as well as the rest of the American Southwest. Two of her most notorious hangouts in Arizona are along the banks of the Gila and San Pedro rivers. It's said that she steals the souls of living children, and she's often invoked by Mexican mothers to frighten naughty kids. Legend also has it that if you see her, you or someone close to you will die within a week.
The origin of the story is unknown, although some folklorists believe it dates back to Aztec times. Many modern Mexican-Americans believe in La Llorona and swear she still bedevils the living. They say she walks at night, her long, jet black hair and white dress blowing in wind. But where her beautiful face should be, they whisper, is the face of a horse. On moonlit nights, you might glimpse her ghostly form looking into a creek bed or river, searching for her drowned children...

Woman without a face -witness
"Once my friend saw La Llorona. I believe he never lies to nobody. He said that him and his parents were driving and all they saw was a lady in white, and once they got closer they could see her better. They said she didn't have a face and was carrying a baby covered in white. They were scared and left."

La Llorona wants your bones -witness
"Right before my grandma died, she told me this weird story. One night while she was walking home, she saw a lady in black in front of her carrying a lamp. So, she walked up to the lady and asked what she was doing out so late. There was no reply, so she asked again. This time, the lady stopped and looked up at my grandma. She screamed. The lady did not have a human head, but that of a horse. At this point, my grandma was getting out of there."

"Don't leave your baby alone in the dark or let little ones wonder around at night alone, because La Llorona will take them in hopes of fooling St. Peter.

Yeah, the sad part is I left quite a bit out. But now I have plenty more stories because I found a scary stories book in my search as well!

[Shadow Wolf Lover]

This one is called: "Make a Wish"

So...me and my cousin went to one of those gypsy(cant spell) where they "let you make a true wish" so i wished for some money, and my cousin wished for a pony...then we were leaving and the "wish maker woman" turned to me and said:
"Have a terrible-i mean wishful day," she said with a crooked smile. I ignored her.
BIG MISTAKE.
The next day the money was laying on my bed, each day it got darker, as smokey black color. And i was wondering why. Then, on Christmas Day, the money was lying on top of my cousin's bloody body.
Dead.

***FAKE***

[Harpy•]

I believe that one would have been more eerie or frightening if it made more sense...I mean, I understood it, but the motive wasn't there, neither was the connection between the money, the child, and his cousin. Was a cheapskate, selfish and greedy, or was his cousin the one who was greedy? I think the only thing I can say is maybe to add more to the plot; if this story is yours, that is. ^.^

[Zeruko]

Before I post anything, no, I didn't come up with these-

The Strangest Jigsaw Puzzle-

It was on the top shelf on an old bookcase, covered with dust and barely visible. Lisa decided she had to find out what it was. Of all the things in the old junk shop, it aroused her curiosity most.

She had looked through old books, prints, and postcards for hours. Nothing had caught her interest. Now the old box, high and out of reach, intrigued her. She looked around for the old man who ran the store. But he had gone into the back room.

She saw a stepladder across the room and brought it over to the bookcase. It shook on the uneven floorboards as she climbed to the top step. Lisa patted her hand along the surface of the top shelf, trying to find the box. The dirt was thick and gritty on the board. Then she touched the box.

It was made of cardboard. The cardboard was cold and soft from being in the damp room for such a long time. She lifted the box down slowly, trying to steady her balance on the stepladder. As the side of the box reached her eye level, she could read the words: 500 pieces.

She sat the box down on top of the stepladder and climbed down a few steps. Then she blew away some of the dust that had accumulated on the lid. It billowed up around her with a musty, dead odor. But now she could make out a few more words on top of the box: THE STRANGEST JIGSAW PUZZLE IN THE WORLD.

There were other words underneath that, but they had been rubbed off the cardboard lid. The big picture on the cover had been curiously damaged. Lisa could make out areas of light and dark. It looked as though the scene might be in a room. But most of the picture had been scratched off the cardboard box, probably by a sharp instrument. The mysterious nature of the jigsaw puzzle made it even more appealing to Lisa. She decided she would buy it.

The lid was taped down securely, that probably indicated that all the pieces would be there. As she carefully climbed down the stepladder, holding the box in both hands, Lisa smiled to herself. It was quite a find, just the sort of thing she had always hoped to discover while rummaging through secondhand stores.

The owner of the store came out of the back room as she was walking up to his sales desk. He looked curiously at the box when Lisa set it down. "And where did you find that?" he asked her. Lisa pointed to where she had set up the stepladder. "It was on the top of that bookcase. You could barely see it from the floor." "Well. I've never seen it before, that's for sure," the shopkeeper said. "Can't imagine how you found it."

Lisa was more pleased than ever about her find. She felt as though the puzzle had been hiding up there, waiting for her to discover it. She paid the shopkeeper the twenty-five cents he asked for the puzzle and then wrapped it carefully in the newspapers he gave her to take it home in.

It was late on a Saturday afternoon. Lisa lived alone in a small room in an old apartment house. She had no plans for Saturday night. Now she decided to spend the whole evening working on the puzzle.

She stopped at a food mart and bought some bologna, bread, cheese, ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise, to make her favorite sandwich. She would eat while she put the puzzle together. As soon as she had climbed the flight of stairs to her room and put away the groceries, Lisa cleaned off the big table in the center of the room. She set the box down on it.

THE STRANGEST JIGSAW PUZZLE IN THE WORLD Lisa read the words again. She wondered what they could mean. How strange could a jigsaw puzzle be? The tape that held the lid down was still strong. Lisa got out a kitchen knife to slice through it. When she lifted the cover off the box, a musty smell came from inside. But the jigsaw pieces all looked in good condition.

Lisa picked one up. The color was faded, but the picture was clear. She could see the shape of a finger in the piece. It looked like a woman's finger. Lisa sat down and started to lay out the pieces, top side up, on the large table. As she took them from the box, she sorted out the flat-edged pieces from the inside pieces.

Every so often, she would recognize something in one of the pieces. She saw some blonde hair, a window pane, and a small vase. There was a lot of wood texture in the pieces, plus what looked like wallpaper. Lisa noticed that the wallpaper in the puzzle looked a lot like the wallpaper in her own room. She wondered if her wallpaper was as old as the jigsaw puzzle. It would be an incredible coincidence, but it could be the same.

By the time Lisa had all the pieces laid out on the table, it was beginning to get dark outside, dusk was beginning to settle over the evening sky. She got up and made herself a sandwich.

Already, her back was beginning to hurt a little from leaning over the table. But she couldn't stay away from the Puzzle. She went back to the table and set her sandwich down beside her. It was always like that when she did jigsaws. Once she started, she couldn't stop until the puzzle was all put together.

She began to sort out the edge pieces according to their coloring. There were dark brown pieces, whitish pieces, the wallpaper pieces, and some pieces that seemed to be like glass-perhaps a window. As she slowly ate her sandwich, Lisa pieced together the border. When she was finished, she knew she had been right about the setting of the picture when she had first seen the puzzle.

It was a room. One side of the border was wallpaper. Lisa decided to fill that in first. She was curious about it's resemblance to her own wallpaper. She gathered all the pieces together that had the blue and lilac flowered design. As she fit the pieces together, it became clear that the wallpaper in the puzzle was identical to the wallpaper in her room. Lisa glanced back and forth between the puzzle and her wall. It was an exact match.

By now it was already dark outside. Lisa leaned back in her chair. Her back was stiff. She looked over at her window. The night was pitch black outside. Lisa got up and walked over to the window. Suddenly, she felt uneasy, alone in the apartment.

She pulled the white shade over the window. She paced around the room once, trying to think of something else she might do rather than finishing the puzzle. But nothing else interested her.

She went back and sat down at the table. Next she started to fill in the lower right-hand corner. There was a rug and then a chair. This part of the puzzle was very dark. Lisa noticed uneasily that the chair was the same shape as the one sitting in the corner of her room. But the colors didn't seem exactly the same. Her chair was maroon. The one in the puzzle was in the shadows and seemed almost black. Lisa continued to fill in the border toward the middle. There was more wallpaper to finish on top. The left-hand side did turn out to be a window. Through it, a full moon hung in a dark sky. But it was the bottom of the puzzle that began to bother Lisa.

As the pieces fell into place, she saw a picture of a pair of legs, crossed underneath a table. They were the legs of a young woman. Lisa reached down and ran her hand along one of her legs. Suddenly, she had felt as though something was crawling up it, but it must have been her imagination.

She stared down at the puzzle. It was almost three quarters done. Only the middle remained. Lisa glanced at the lid to the puzzle box: THE STRANGEST JIGSAW . . . She shuddered.

Lisa leaned back in her chair again. Her back ached. Her neck muscles were tense and strained. She thought about quitting the puzzle as it scared her now. She stood up and stretched. Then she looked down at the puzzle on the table. It looked different from the higher angle.

Lisa was shocked by what she saw. Her body began to tremble all over. It was unmistakable, the picture in the puzzle was of her own room. The window was placed correctly in relation to the table. The bookcase stood in its exact spot against the wall. Even the carved table legs were the same . . .

Lisa raised her hand to knock the pieces of the puzzle apart. She didn't want to finish THE STRANGEST JIGSAW PUZZLE IN THE WORLD. she didn't want to find out what the hole in the middle of the puzzle might turn out to be. But then she lowered her hand. Perhaps it was worse not to know. Perhaps it was worse to wait and wonder.

Lisa sank back down into the chair at the table. She fought off the fear that crept into the sore muscles of her back. Deliberately, piece by piece, she began to fill in the hole in the puzzle. She put together a picture of a table, on which lay a jigsaw puzzle. This puzzle inside the puzzle was finished. But Lisa couldn't make out what it showed. She pieced together the young woman who was sitting at the table-the young woman had the same hair color as Lisa, but the woman's face was blurred. As she filled in the picture, her own body slowly filled with horror and dread.

It was all there in the picture . . . the vase filled with red and yellow flowers, same as hers. Her own sweater that she was wearing. The wild look of fear in her own face that she now had. The jigsaw puzzle lay before her-finished except for two adjoining pieces. They were dark pieces, ones she hadn't been able to fit into the area of the window.

Lisa looked behind her. The white blind was drawn over her window. With relief, she realized that the puzzle picture was not exactly like her room. It showed the black night behind the window pane and a full moon shining in the sky. Through her window she could see no moon was in the sky.

With trembling hands, Lisa reached for the second to last piece. She dropped it into one of the empty space. It seemed to be half of a dark shadow, but she couldn't make it out. She reached for the last piece. She pressed it into the small hole left in the puzzle. Then suddenly, the lights went out, blanketing Lisa in complete darkness.

Lisa got up from her chair and stumbled in the dark. She walked over to the bookcase to get a candle and match. Finally, after she found what she needed she went back to the table. But just before she sat down, she gasped as she heard a sound. She hurriedly lit the candle.

The puzzle was now finished and the shadow was complete-the shadow in the window. It was more horrible than anything she had ever seen or dreamed.

She could now make out her own face in the puzzle. Lisa looked at the picture of herself in the puzzle and then back to the shadow. Then she whirled around. The blind was no longer over her window. The night showed black through the window pane. A full moon hung low in the sky. She looked back at the jigsaw puzzle for the final time.

Lisa screamed, in THE STRANGEST JIGSAW PUZZLE IN THE WORLD she saw a dark figure standing behind her. The figure held a knife underneath her neck.

That one creeped me put.

Heres the next one-

I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry or scream.

Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.

He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours ago I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.

Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.

I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.

It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a circle with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.

To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.

I peek at the creatures masterpiece.

'I know you're awake.' The message says.


Okay, this next one didn't happen to me, or any of my friends-

I remember when I was eleven I had just fallen asleep to have a very strange dream…
My mom was walking down Aisle 8 in Wal-Mart, talking on her cell phone. I was watching her from the end of the aisle. Suddenly, a man was heard running down the store. His shoes could be heard screeching to a stop at the end of the aisle mom was walking down. He looked terrifying, like a nervous psycho, running from the police. He took out a pistol and pointed it at my mom, then yelled, “If you take one step closer, I shoot!”

They couldn’t see her, and thought he was just bluffing. But to be sure, they called backup to go to the end and check the aisle. Mom was crying so hard. The burglar thought they called the police, and shot her. From the cell phone she had, I could hear crying and yelling.

I woke up crying and sweating. It was extremely late, as I went to bed at about 3:00 am. I looked at the clock and it was 1:00. I ran downstairs and called Mom right away. Thank God that she picked up.

“Mom?! Are you okay?!” I quickly blurt out.
“Of course, sweetie. Is something wrong?” my mom replied.
I smiled and calmed down, “Yeah. I’m fine. Just a bad dream.”
“Ok, honey.” She responded cheerfully.
I was about to say ‘bye’ and hang up, when a thought suddenly occurred to me.
“Mom, where are you?” I asked.
“I’m at Wal-Mart.” She replied.
There was a silence. “What aisle?” I quickly questioned.
“Hun, is something wrong? I’m in the CD aisle, Aisle 8.” She stated.
“Are you walking by an 80’s CD?” I remembered.
Another silence, “How did you know that?”
A strike of panic hit me quickly, “Mom, get out of the store. Now.” I demanded.
“Honey, what’s this about?” she questioned.
“GO!!!” I yelled.
I could hear the faint noise of a man running. “Hurry up!” I yelled.

My mom ran out of the store, only to notice the police rushing everyone out, as a murderer they had been looking for was just found hiding in the store. She quickly drove home and bust in the door to see me anxiously waiting there. I still remember, the first thing she said to me as she came in, “How did you know?!”

I smiled through tears and hugged her. “God told me.”
I later explained the dream to her, she was shocked, but she believed me. Let this be a lesson to you, trust your dreams. Sometimes it’s not just a coincidence.

That wasn't to scary..But...

Here's the next one-

Annie and Sophie were best friends and complete opposites. Annie liked to read and Sophie liked to steal things. It didn’t matter what it was, Sophie liked the feeling of doing something she wasn’t supposed to and getting away with it.

Annie didn’t like it when Sophie stole because she thought she would get in trouble if Sophie was caught. And there was no imagining what her parents would do if they found out Annie had been hiding Sophie’s terrible secret. Luckily nobody was ever going to find out what Sophie’s favorite little hobby was.

“Dare me to steal that,” Sophie whispered to Annie pointing at a Kit Kat bar on the middle shelf at the corner store. “No,” Annie whispered back, annoyed with Sophie’s little habit. Sophie rolled her eyes and shoved the Kit Kat bar in her purse. They were about to leave when Sophie spotted a jar on the counter filled with loonies just sitting atop the counter. The clerk wasn’t looking at them; she was turned around talking on her phone.

Sophie quickly took a loony and laughed, just a loony was funny. The jar read; Give a loony save a child’s life. When they both got out of the store Annie got mad at Sophie. “That jar was supposed to be donations for children in Africa,” she shouted. “I didn’t see you do anything to stop me,” Sophie smirked. “If I said anything the clerk would probably turn around and call our parents!” Annie shouted again. “Ya, so?” Sophie answered and walked away back to her house.

Over the next couple of days Sophie hadn’t shown up at school and Annie was starting to get worried that they had been caught. So on Saturday morning Annie told her mom that she was going to visit Sophie to see how she was doing. When Annie arrived at Sophie’s house and knocked on the door, Sophie’s mom had answered. “Oh hi Annie, Sophie is upstairs in her room,” Sophie’s mom smiled, “She’s feeling just a bit under the weather.” Annie ran into Sophie’s room and looked at the lump in her bed. She appeared to be sleeping.

Annie went over to her bed and shook her, “Sophie get up! It’s me.” Annie continued to shake her. She flipped her over and gasped. Sophie stared up at her with blank white eyes and her mouth wide open. At the back of her throat was the loony she had stolen just a few days earlier. Annie heard tapping on the window and looked. There was a note taped to it.

If you take a dollar from the jar then you are taking a life.
And that is exactly what she did.

That's all for now, But I'll post more later.

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[hunter172]

Before I post anything, no, I didn't come up with these-

The Strangest Jigsaw Puzzle-

It was on the top shelf on an old bookcase, covered with dust and barely visible. Lisa decided she had to find out what it was. Of all the things in the old junk shop, it aroused her curiosity most.

She had looked through old books, prints, and postcards for hours. Nothing had caught her interest. Now the old box, high and out of reach, intrigued her. She looked around for the old man who ran the store. But he had gone into the back room.


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Those scared the crap out of me
(i shortened the quote so it wouldn be so long, lol

[Harpy•]

Excellent stories, all of them. ^.^ They have accurate background information, a plot, and an air of creepiness to each one. They make sense, too...that's always a plus. xD

[Zeruko]

Thanks guys!

Just keep in mind that I didn't come up with them.



Glad you liked!